An Ran stood there for a while. After realizing that people didn't care about her anymore. only then did he say "goodbye" in a wry manner. Shouldering a large backpack and leaving the reading room.

I entered the reading room early this morning. Enron greeted the administrator out of polite habits. I didn't expect a response. But there was more than just a response. I also got her unexpectedly enthusiastic inquiry. "Early. What kind of magazine would you like to read today. ”

The administrator seems to be quite knowledgeable about every magazine and newspaper in the reading room. Effortlessly, she helped An Ran find all the magazines she needed. And focused on recommending a few magazines with good food columns. even said a few words about the aftermath.

With the help of this administrator. Enron saved a lot of time in finding the right magazine. I couldn't help but thank her again and again. A lot of kind words were said.

The administrator seemed to have lost interest. Didn't bother to respond. Just lacked strength and waved his hand at her tiredly. It means don't mind. Then he sat down in front of a magazine spread out in front of the doorway. He was motionless in a daze.

This is due to a significant time saving in the collection of information. The work was completed earlier than expected. So Enron didn't stay in the library until closing. Instead, he packed up and prepared to leave at about three o'clock in the afternoon. Before leaving, I said goodbye to the Administrator as usual. The administrator replied in a low voice. "Hmm. Good bye. ”

This left no one to expect a response. An Ran, who had already turned around and taken a step, was stunned. He smiled pleasantly at the Administrator. Wave your hand. Then he turned and left.

In addition to collecting materials in the library. Enron also reminisced about the food columns of various magazines and various famous food blogs on the Internet that he read more than ten years later. In order to absorb some fresh elements from it as a reference.

Look at it for the past two days. Most of the articles about gastronomy. Except for some small recipes made by professors. Outside the tips. The focus is on how the food itself tastes and how delicious it is. How rare it is. Such an article can even be tempting to write about food. No matter how delicious it is. Let the reader secrete saliva like crazy during the reading. I can't wait to rush out and eat the same food again. But Enron felt that there was still something missing.

And some articles are based on descriptions of food. Added something extra. It's like that famous black sesame paste advertisement. If you just talk about how delicious the black sesame paste is. How delicious. It's hard to be so impressive. And the creators of the ad added childhood memories and nostalgia. Let the emotional expression of the whole advertisement become thick all at once. The overall style has also been improved.

If the black sesame paste itself is a dragon. Instead, childhood memories and strong nostalgia are the eyes of the dragon.

Just focus on the food itself. No matter how tempting it is. It's just a dead dragon too. With feelings. The dragon that dots the eye is the one that can soar through the clouds. A living dragon soaring into the sky.

The dragon lives by water. The text is affectionate and true.

But that's just the basics.

It's easy to say. It's hard to do.

Add an emotional element to your article. It's not as simple as it sounds. Otherwise, that black sesame paste ad wouldn't be so famous.

Be clever in your addition. Reasonably added. It's better to be like spring rain. Moisturizing things silently. Contextual blending. Naturally.

And not like water with oil in it. Water is water. Oil is oil. It's better not to add. The water also loses its sweet taste. The oil also becomes bland and tasteless. Feelings should be expressed naturally. And not shouting like a slogan.

Meantime. The way it is added is also very particular.

Writing an essay is really about being natural. But play a little trick. Skill is also a must. It's like being a chef. It's important to make the most of your natural strengths. But the skill of the chef is also a must.

How can I make my own articles on the basis of real feelings? It's eye-catching again. Unforgettable after reading. This is a new goal and direction for Enron.

For her current ability and level. This may be a long-term effort. It wasn't what she thought of. can do it.

Fortunately. After being reborn. She has been working hard to develop her patience and perseverance. So. She's not in a hurry. Take your time. It's good to start with. Just take your time and work hard.

As a foodie breeder. The citizens of a country with authentic cuisine simply have so much to write about.

But this is where the problem comes first. Too many options. Instead, it is distressed. I was so distressed that I wanted to be happy in my misery. Probably the author of the country of sticks should not be bothered.

Kimchi is the greatest. Kimchi saves the world.

Chef Ann ended up opting for the fish soup they often ate at their picnics. The simplest rustic taste. But it is unique to their group of friends. The most memorable. One of the fondest gastronomic memories.

Enron intercepted the clip of their first failed fishing in Ding'an Lake and the successful experience after that. Let's start with the fish soup that the old shopkeeper Su inadvertently talked about. Turn over their failed fishing. This paragraph is written in detail. Then there were many picnic experiences that followed. Abbreviated.

Because of the requirements of the column. The length of the article should not be too long. To consolidate so much information into a short space. At the same time, it is necessary to achieve a blend of scenarios. Vivid and vivid. It's not an easy task.

Ideals are always good. It's so paper.

Due to the stated goals. requirements for oneself. And that little bit of ambition. Enron's writing process this time was particularly unsmooth.

Fortunately. Enron knew his level. She was also prepared for the current difficulties. I can't say that I am discouraged by the situation in front of me. It's not a disappointment.

For someone like her, who doesn't have much talent. It's normal to be difficult. It's not difficult, but it's abnormal. She's "normal" enough to get used to it. Not at all. A self-deprecating attitude has long been cultivated. Pouting. Unhurriedly, he showed an expression of "sure enough". Then calmly open a new document. Start the next round of revisions.

The progress of the modification was unusually slow. Enron continued to train his patience. Like a jade craftsman. Little by little, I polished my manuscript. Grind away those abrupt ones. Inappropriate. Unsightly. Inappropriate flutes. Keep those that fit. The pleasant part. Adjust the structure and order from time to time......

And so it went over and over again. Until it can no longer be modified.

Enron was still unhappy with the results of the last revision. Thereupon. She printed out the so-called last draft. "Collective on the wall" ...... It was posted on the message board behind the bedroom door.

Wake up in the morning and brush your teeth while meeting them.

After practicing yoga. Again.

Had breakfast. Pack your bag. Change into your school uniform. Before getting ready to go out, I went to sneak around again.

Come home from school at noon for dinner. Face them two more times.

Pay attention to them when you wake up from a nap.

After school in the evening. Exchange feelings with them while changing clothes.

Do it again after dinner.

I'm tired of studying. Hold a teacup and drink it while using them for a change of brain.

Before bedtime. Say goodnight to them, too.

A red pen hangs from the side of the message board. In every attention. I feel that something needs to be revised. Do it at any time. Sometimes it's a word. Sometimes a word.

Not long. A few sheets of manuscript paper were altered beyond recognition. I can't see the child's appearance anymore.

Thereupon. Enron revised and printed a copy again. Then I posted the new draft on the message board. When you're idle. Just "look at them affectionately". "Exchange feelings".

But this approach doesn't always work.

When this approach doesn't work either. Enron simply left them behind. I didn't bother with them for a few days. Don't think about them either. I don't even want to say a word. Throw it away absolutely, completely. It's like never had it.

Enron, of course, is not going to really abandon them completely.

After two or three days of empty brains. And then with an approximation of the unfamiliar. The "new" eyes of the spectator look back at the manuscript. Deficiencies that had not been discovered before were immediately apparent.

This was her intention to completely withdraw her thoughts from the manuscript.

The constant revisions had put her in the middle of the dead. The gaze is getting narrower and narrower. The mind is also stuck in a fixed pattern. So. She needs to jump out. After a period of time and distance, I looked at it again.

Jump out. Jump in again. This process was repeated two or three times. Enron was finally satisfied with the final result. Only then did he show the manuscript with a refreshing layout to Sister Wei.

At this time. It's been about half a month since the reunion of that club activity.

During this period, Sister Wei did not urge An Ran. She just saw that Enron's level was not bad. Manuscripts are required for new columns. It's just a matter of lip service. It's not a deliberate request. And. She also believes that Enron is a serious person. Since I said it, I will write. Even if it wasn't written in the end. I will also explain the reason to her. So. She just had to wait for her reply.

Sister Wei, as a professional editor, reviews manuscripts very quickly. It's almost ten lines at a glance. Read it for the first time. She looked up at Enron next to her.

An Ran was when Sister Wei began to read. I subconsciously held my breath. The moment she looked up at her. He looked into her eyes. The brightness of those eyes made her breathe a sigh of relief. Seemingly. There is still hope for this time.

Sister Wei quickly lowered her head again. This time. She slowed down. Reading and reviewing almost word for word. When she looked up again. When looking at Enron. There is also a bit of sharpness and scrutiny in his eyes when reading the manuscript. It fell on Enron's face for a moment. I watched it for almost five or six seconds.