I feel after writing

A story about the ugly duckling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I heard the interpretation of that reality many years ago, and at that time I thought it was wonderful, very interesting, and very rebellious.

But then I didn't think it was so good, at least it didn't feel right.

This is just one thing.

It just so happens that the ugly duckling in the story was originally a white swan.

For example, if the ugly duckling is not a white swan, then it will naturally not be a white swan when it grows up, which is the same realistic truth as I said, the same cold.

It's just that there are these two kinds of justice, why can't there be a third kind of justice.

For example, it just so happens that another kind of ugly duckling who is discriminated against did not survive that cold winter, so he died, and died as an ugly duckling, which is also a coincidence.

Or the third kind just happens, when the ugly duckling grows up, he finds that he is just a duck, not a swan, and it seems to be no different from the ducks in the duck pen.

But I think there are still some differences after all, and the ducks that have gone through those storms are always a little different from those who have enjoyed themselves.

Those different things happen to be the things that I like so much.

That's what hard work brings.

The first two chapters, including this one, I just want to say one sentence.

That was the last sentence of the previous chapter.

In fact, I'm also a big fan of that phrase.

When I was writing this testimonial, I only had two slaps in my collection and I only had six recommendations, and I didn't sign a contract.

At the same time, I wrote close to 400,000 words.

I'm sure I'm not that kind of genius, nor the kind of swan that lives in a flock of swans in the first place.

But I'm still an ugly duckling, the ugly duckling from a fairy tale that can grow into a swan.

I will write more words, I will learn to write better, even if this book is not good, even the next book is not good, but I still want to believe that there will always be a book that will make me money, even many people like it, even the so-called gods.

I've been thinking like this, even if it's just a fantasy, but it's also the motivation that sustains me to continue to code.

I'm going to keep writing about it.

Even if I end my short and unfortunate life without becoming what I imagined, it doesn't mean that I can't be that kind of person, it just means that there is not enough time for me to become that kind of person.

Therefore, with this kind of thought or comfort, I can get through some difficult hurdles, and maybe there are more hurdles behind me, but I will keep going.

I'm just an ugly duckling, but I'm going to be a white swan after all.

Finally, as is customary, good luck to you! Good luck to me.