There is no text today, today is a letter of apology.

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Very sincere, full of sincerity.

Due to personal reasons, the recent writing status is very bad.

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At the beginning, there was still a draft of the article, and in order to pursue the perfection possible, I always had to read through it over and over again, constantly adjust, and find every hidden typo before I was willing to publish it.

Later, I let myself go more and more, and began to only play on the spot, letting my imagination fly all over the sky (poor outline desperately dragging this crumbling kite string).

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Later, maybe the results of the essay were too unimproving, and the friends who interacted with him also came and went, recognizing that the reality began to rot but stubbornly holding on to the heart that wanted to end, and every day he hollowed out his mind like squeezing toothpaste to squeeze out a chapter even if the task was completed, which was somewhat distant from the original intention of writing the essay......

At the beginning, the heart of writing essays was happy, as if he had started a spiritual journey, taking the place of his own self in life, going wherever he wanted to go and doing whatever he wanted.

I have also changed 5000+ every day, and I have thought about continuing to surpass myself and keep up with the writers of the king of volumes.

Ahem, it's a pity that there is always a gap between dreams and reality.

I usually love it, I am always addicted to it, and I can also perceive the gap between my own writing and others through contact with other people's writing.

There is always an urge to delete and reopen, always feeling that some places would be better written like that, and always feeling that I am too rookie.

I spent more of my time "learning" other people's writing skills and styles, and gradually, I paid less and less attention to my own writing.

It's like a small tree that was originally carefully cultivated, but it never waited for it to grow, and gradually ignored it when it became impatient in the later stage......

⊙ω⊙

I didn't deal with my mentality, which led to the enthusiasm that I once had like an open soda bottle cap, and the "passion" in it had almost evaporated.

But even if the real estate that I originally wanted to focus on is no longer optimistic, I still want to give it a result, rather than make it a sad unfinished project.

According to the original outline plan, the article is almost over, and today's part still needs to be revised, strive to sleep a big day and wake up to regroup, finish the article well, fill in all the holes you dug as much as possible, and be a person who starts and finishes well.

This is my first article in the true sense of the word, and it has also carried a lot of my expectations.

It is immature and jerky, immature, incoherent, and has many shortcomings in writing.

There's so much more to learn.

Even so, I have gained a lot of book friends, I have had a lot of fun interacting with people, discussing some of the settings in the text, and I have also been flattered and ecstatic by the editor's olive branch.

( ̄y▽ ̄)~*Cover your mouth and snicker~

I'm grateful.

I'm a lucky man.

Thank you for your love, thank you for your support, I wish you all the best, everything you encounter is smooth, and I wish me to wake up and be a cheerful codeword!

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Good night, everyone.

Please forgive me for any inconsiderate points.

(*￣3￣)╭

Love you.

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