Add a little vignette here. My essay is mixed with my hard work and the reader's mood, although it does not achieve the expected results. But it mixed with too much time and too many brain cells, no matter what the outcome was, it was my wish to be fulfilled. I'm working towards that goal.

People say that it is a bit far-fetched for girls to write fantasy, and they all persuade me to change careers and write about the city. But I personally think that no matter what kind of literature it is, the prerequisite is to be interested in it, but I am really blind to the city. I still like fantasy. I stubbornly wrote it down. My writing is not mature enough, not smooth enough, and I don't have the pen of the gods, but I have my own ideas. I hope to find someone who likes my writing in the vast sea.

Even if there is only one reader left at the end, my essay is written only for him.

I'm not greedy, as long as someone looks at it, it's a recognition of me.