My name is Tang Xia, and everyone calls me Lixia because I was born on the day of Lixia.

After we were born, our family moved to Pudong, and now Pudong has been developed and opened up for 30 years, and it is thriving, and the whole family is very happy and happy, and I am also a happy and happy girl.

There is only one small dream, and I hope to be like the city I love and fly high into the sky.

I've always thought the name Lixia is nice, what do you think?

Probably because of my love for names and pronunciations, I have always believed that one day, the stories I write will be liked by many, many people, many.

I will be liked by a generation like Han Han, or famous like Lu Xun, or famous with a book like JK Rowling, Keigo Higashino or Yiyi is also very powerful.

When that time comes, my name will shine like the summer sun.

Contrary to expectations, all this time, the sun did not shine.

I began to revise my dreams, "One day, there will be some people who will like my stories, and I will focus on my own stories and have a small group of lovely readers, like some niche literary authors."

At that point, I, I, will definitely use Lixia as a pen name, and readers will definitely remember the name. ”

Later, that is, now, my writer's dream is like a raw egg that has been bitten out of a hole by a mouse, and the egg white and yolk are slowly lost, and it is about to become the song in an old song, "Summer and summer pass quietly, leaving a little secret, in the bottom of my heart, I can't tell you." ”

Lixia's pen name has not yet been known by anyone, and I, riding a twenty-six-inch Giant bicycle, left the university, and it is indeed a time when I am not too young to dream.

Goodbye, campus.

I was going to go to graduate school, but I didn't think about it because graduate school requires tuition and I can earn money by working.

Wait, I seem to have forgotten something.

I seem to have forgotten about being a writer.

There was a click, and the bike suddenly stopped in place.

I thumped the handlebars and scolded, rubbish.

It's like scolding myself.

Then I heard the sound of the chain falling again.

It was like an empty eggshell finally shattering on the ground.