When I heard the bad news that the author of "Wubu World" had fallen in ten years, I was very confused. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'll write about this story in the rest of the book.

Maybe among my few book friends, there are also fans of "Wubu World", if you have the financial ability, it is better to help a group for ten years. Now 100% of the money from the book reward subscription will be given to his family.

I also didn't know until today that there was a young writer named Ten Years Xueluo who died suddenly, and wrote a book for his sister's schooling, but paid with his life. It's a pity, it's a pity.

The following is my message in the book review area of "Wubu", talking about it as a tribute to the ten years of snowfall:

There is an unknown student author, who doesn't have much money, so he can only nag a few words to see you off, don't worry about it.

I haven't watched "Wubu World", and before that, I didn't even know that there had been ten years of snowfall. It's not that your talent is buried, it's that the world of writers is too crowded, too tired, too breathless.

You aspire to write books for your sister to go to school, and as an older brother, you are great. But, you neglect yourself, you don't know how to cherish your body.

I don't know you, and I never get to know you again. But when I heard the bad news, I felt the same way. Uncomfortable, sad feelings. There are millions of writers on the Internet, and there are only a few hundred great gods. If I hadn't stumbled upon this news, I wouldn't have even heard of you working so hard.

You have worked hard, you have worked hard for your family, you have worked hard for your dreams, but the price you have paid is too great. The profession of a writer is too hard, and this kind of hard work does not refer to labor, but to hard work. I don't know about you, but in the year I've been a writer, it's true that I've rarely slept peacefully, dreamed, and kept replaying intricate chapters in my head. Occasionally, the state is not good, and I am not satisfied with the rewriting and break the change, and I am scolded. Your monthly income is only 1,000 yuan, and our writers, who are not as good as you, have no money. Less than a year after I started the industry, I suffered from lumbar protrusion. As far as I know, at the beginning of writing "Immortal Rebellion", he had already suffered from lumbar protrusion.

I couldn't walk normally for half a year in order to write a book that no one reads. And you paid with your life in order to write "Wubu" well.

Brother, let me scold you, don't regret losing it! There are many things in the world, you don't know how to cherish, and when you lose them, it's too late! Why don't you take good care of yourself! What about your family, what about your sister!

A puddle of mud can also face the vast sky, and the stone standing at the highest point is the star. But is it really worth losing everything in order to become a star? Above the night sky, there are only a few hundred stars, and under the night sky, we are covered with stones on the ground, obscure, eager to be stars!

"Don't write books when you don't have a stable income!" I didn't understand my parents' admonitions, and by the time I did, it was too late. My waist protruded, I couldn't walk, I graduated, and I didn't have an internship. Maybe I'm luckier than you, I can still try to recover, get up, and get back into life. From this point, maybe I should be happy, but I can't. Ten years, I know, you regret it, sad in heaven. I can understand your feelings, and if you were given a chance to take care of your family again, you would definitely be willing to give up writing a book.

You must know that your sister is crying, and you have left her little wealth, but you have left her with a lifetime of regret.

In the next life, don't write a book. In my mind, I replay the "Mo Xiudao" of "Immortal Rebellion", and I read it to you, and I feel sad.

"The apricot blossom tree, blooming white flowers, the adopted daughter does not marry the Taoist priest. Erlang just went up the mountain a year ago, and after a year, Ichiro's bones were cold, and his adopted daughter cried to accompany the dead, but he regarded the coffin as his own home. The apricot blossom tree, blooming white flowers, children don't want to see Taoists, if you ask me how old I am. It is also said that there is no Taoist fate, and when the dog barks, the cat scratches. Frightened, the Taoist priest returned to his hometown. ”

The memorial I wrote for you is called "Mo Write a Book". I know that this is your mood at the moment, and it is also the mood of countless writers at this moment, which is also sad.

"Ten years of snow, falling ice flowers, adopted daughter Mo marries scholars. Half a book is difficult to end, and half a piece of paper is ruined. The adopted daughter cried with the dead, and sat down in the air to "Wubu" until Ming. Ten years of snow, falling ice flowers, teenagers don't want to learn from scholars. There are thousands of scholars in the world, and there are a few people who have left their names in history. The yellow dog is punished, the rabbit is chased, and Li Si's regret is the most painful!"