I am Qingshui Swimming Fish, a little-known little author, a young man who struggles for his dreams, growing on 17K fertile soil, silently absorbing nutrients and enjoying the sunshine, just waiting for spring to return to the earth and flowers to bloom.

The summer is scorching, and the scorching high temperature is like a stove in front of Yang Yatou in Tianbo Mansion, sparing no effort to roast people to a very cooked level.

The only thing that rang in my ears was the humming and rotating sound of the small fan in the computer cooling plate, and the time to meditate on the code words was no different as before, but it was on such a seemingly calm afternoon that I received a message that made me unable to calm down for a long time, and I got a first-class scholarship from the University of Online Literature in June!

The news came very suddenly, and it was very unexpected, I was a little stunned, and it took me two minutes before I came out of the state of stopping my thoughts.

I couldn't believe it, so I checked with the person in charge again, but the answer was still yes, congratulations

This pie suddenly fell from the sky, smashing me dizzy, not to mention that I couldn't even tell the left and right in the north, I was dizzy, and there was some "piety" in my mouth, "Mo Da has appeared, Mo Da has appeared." ”

The online university scholarship is still a first-class scholarship, this honor actually fell on me, I still can't believe it, am I not a fish swimming in the clear water? Isn't it the little-known little author?

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally silently told myself in my heart, "It's not me who is rewarded, it's hard work." ”

But in the end, it is still me, the new book was put on the shelves in June, 340,000 words a month, no more, no less, and the 500,000 words expected before, there is a big difference, and the 160,000 words between the discrepancies were helplessly consumed in the exam.

June is black for high school juniors, while July is exclusive to us, not so dark, but not so humorous, and the final exams that come as scheduled are not the cold jokes we imagined.

In my sophomore year, like most students, I have been reduced to the remnants of the scum - the ashes, the ashes are the scum of the scum, the so-called mud can't support the wall, the "ashes" not only can't go up the wall, but the breeze blows, it can go away with the wind.

Learning and excellence is a person, learning gray is naturally a person who took the initiative to give up the word "Shi", of course, this "Shi" does not refer to the career, it represents more, is a pursuit of academics. For graduate school entrance examinations, Kaobo is too far away for a person like me, who can completely satisfy the lower riba with two steamed buns, a plate of pickles and three bottles of beer.

I like to read, but I don't like to read with too much purpose, of course, this can't be generalized, sometimes I also use it to treat insomnia, on the one hand, to soothe the feelings, and on the other hand, to calm the mind to sleep. I like to read without too much purpose, this is obviously not a way to learn and excel, but it can't be helped, it is my attitude towards books.

Academically, I was in a state of inaction, which seemed to be a little irresponsible, but in fact, it was more about self-awareness, because I knew that my talents and interests were not here.

Academic performance, get by, but my life is not muddy, I am still alive, and I am still living very tenacious, like a cold plum in winter, standing proudly in the snow, waiting to bloom.

Living is a kind of spirit, but also a value, to be in charge of the world to save the people, is a value, biased to benefit the people, is also a value, the definition of value is thousands, but there, there is a kind of belonging to me, and the source of this value is the Internet for me.

When it comes to online articles, what I want to talk about is not any writing experience, because I am not a successful author, at best, I am a lover of online literature, and it may still be a mistake to talk about experience, so it seems more appropriate to talk about some feelings. It's just that I have a shallow experience, what will happen to my feelings, maybe not deep enough, maybe it will make many people scoff, I don't know this, I only know that the current activity is sharing.

At this moment when I was about to put pen to paper, I suddenly thought of the age of my online writing. Two years, no more, no less just two years, I thought I was also an old man, but when I looked at it this way, it turned out to be just a newborn calf, a rookie in the vegetable field. The past experience, whether sweet or bitter, has not jumped out of the scope of two years.

Thinking about it this way, this front is a little difficult to fall, and after thinking about it, I still fell into such a stroke, "I'm in 17K".

Two years is the time when I really went deep into online writing, and I had been in contact with it before, but at that time, I didn't have the concept of online literature in my mind at all, and some of it was just a very popular word, novel.

My literary skills are not good, and the only one who can read the whole of the four famous books is Journey to the West, thanks to the love of watching cartoons when I was a child, and I kept the cute appearance of Zhu Bajie in my heart. As for Dream of Red Mansions and Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I couldn't read it until I was killed, and I barely finished reading it until I entered the university, but I had very little experience in my heart.

I was white, like a blank piece of paper, not stained with ink, and it looked clean, but it smelled a little less bookish.

Sixty points of essays, rarely fifty points, forty-nine has always been a gap that I can't cross, that gap did not gradually disappear until college, and the reason for the disappearance is not how much my composition level has improved, but because no one has come to score my essays anymore.

Thinking about it this way, it is a little lonely, or it is possible, it is the loneliness of music.

I have always felt that I belong to two different worlds with literature, the spring and the snow, the people of Xiariba, two cups of hot water can fill me, and then go to taste tea, what is the meaning?

At the time, I thought so, but when I came across online novels by chance, I instantly became crazy.

Breaking the sky, a series of extremely popular masterpieces in Douluo Continent began to appear in my life, and gradually, I found that I fell in love with it and fell in love with this online literature that fascinated me.

From the initial love for the work, to the later love for the author, at that time, I was in a state of madness, and this state declined little by little as the college entrance examination approached.

Reading novels, in high school, it is a matter of the teacher's severe crackdown, and the reason is very simple, that is, the novel, it is too charming, eating and sleeping or even squatting in the toilet, it cannot be missing, and learning naturally cannot stop his sharp offensive.

I "quit" the novel, I put my mind on learning, the emperor lived up to the painstaking people, after suffering for so long, Gan finally came.

In the summer of 12, I entered the university smoothly, and the free atmosphere of the university completely released my dream of fiction that I had imprisoned in the bottom of my heart.

My dream of novels is no longer limited to reading, and with my cognitive experience increasing, I began to fantasize about creating an infatuated man like Zhang Xiaofan and a world-famous man like Xiao Yan

For the first time, I stepped into the world of online writing, and I was excited to apply for an author account on a website, and then began to write my first online novel.

I still remember the excitement in my heart when the website was approved, as if I had won a million-dollar jackpot, and I proudly bragged to my roommates that I knew that my dream was about to begin.

But then, the fire of dreams in my heart gradually went out, because I found that online writing is not as rare as I imagined, and the unique order of magnitude of writers began to make me timid, and my timidity was because my own books were only patronized by so many three or two people a day, and the readers who came and went in a hurry without leaving a trace, so that the luck that still remained in my heart was completely extinguished.

At that time, I told myself in my heart, "XX, you are not the material for writing!

I was silent, like a fish in the water, and I didn't want to float up again when I dived underwater, because I was afraid, I was afraid that I would not be able to resist the temptation of the sun, and I jumped up from the surface of the water but was still scratched all over by the sharp rocks.

I don't write anymore, but I look at the site twice a day, and I know that it carries my dreams, and even though the campfire is gone, the spark is still bright.

After about two months of rest, I still can't deceive myself, I love it, I love it, I love it as much as I love myself.

Again, I TJ the previous book, starting all over again, this time, I persevered for more than a month, but the result was, give up.

I couldn't face the dismal results of my new book, I was like a child who no one cared for, licked his tears and hid himself in the dark.

However, at that time, my heart was not burning with the dream of fiction in the slightest, and this time I began to examine myself, and began to look for my own shortcomings, plots, details, and outlines

The study behind closed doors gave me a lot of confidence, and once again, I started to fight again and started to pursue my dream, but I still failed.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, the dismal results are a very big blow to me, gradually, I began to question myself, question my love, whether it has its value, waste youth, waste good years, but no return at all, am I stupid?

Another dive, and this time I shifted the focus of the problem from myself to the website, and I felt that this website was not for me, and that a newcomer like me should find a soil that could feed the seeds of dreams.

It was when I was confused that 17K began to come into my sight, and after some careful research, I knew that this would be the place where I would grow up in the future!

A new environment, a new soil, 17K more look at the cultivation of a new person!