Ordinarily, it is spring and summer again, and in the blink of an eye, it is already the fourth year of writing a book. Just like a clouded leopard perched on a tree, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky. Flying is an unattainable dream, no matter how much you yearn for it.
After all, the sky cannot fly. Life is like the branches that are held up. Be careful not to fall. And in the gap between the sky and the earth, there is a corner of rest between the trees, which can barely let the cat sleep and fantasize.
A colorful somersault.
People often say that when you are thirty, you start a family and start a career. But all the way to today, you are just alone, with no trace of your achievements. The future is like a misty cloud, as far away as nine days. Asking "Place your family in peace"? But there is no
The answer from the sky. So the road is long and long, and what you ask for cannot be obtained. There are chains up and down. Then I think of a line from Black Wukong, "Without a cause, all the colors are confused, why?" It seems that the future is not bright, and I am looking for it.
There is no hope for the future, and then I look in my pocket, and it is empty again. I have no confidence that I can live a good life!
Alas, I have to worry about writing new words, and I always bow my head just to make a living. The author has walked out of the snail shell and is about to start begging for life. The next step is to find a job, and there are also some options for working as a worker. But when the time comes, he can’t help himself.
, I don’t know how much time I will have left to write novels. In fact, I really want to eat writing, and I also feel that this is the only job that can help me not follow the crowd, not be ordinary, and really create something.
Something will come out... So, finally, please support the genuine version, and please subscribe from readers. I hope that I can have some financial support and be able to go further on the road of writing! The author is here to bow and thank you. Orz
In any case, I have persevered for four years, and the author will continue to work hard. I sincerely thank all readers for your continued support and encouragement! Finally, I wish my family and country are safe, the mushrooms will be harvested, and the corn warehouse will be full!
