In this vast world, there is a place called the author's top. Some people spend their whole lives protecting the gods in their minds, while others become guides to guide people's directions, while others become madmen in the eyes of others, writing their own stories. But we, no matter what angle we stand in or where we are now, are constantly climbing.

As we climbed up and continued to explore the heights, there were only a few days every year when we reached the top, and these were the only people who reached the peak every year. As a mountain guide, we had to go through hard and long training and tempering. Few people could do it. I was not bragging, but my experience came. I was such a person, a person with extraordinary experiences. In the upcoming writing season, a group of madmen were about to be released again. In this way, the market would be lively again.

It was like a vegetable market. They were like a tornado coming and going without a trace. But after they came, we didn't know how they came, but we knew how they left. Because after they came, nothing was left, and there was only a mess left. Then, a lot of disgusting garbage was left. Apart from this pile of garbage, there was no trace of evidence that they had been here.

I'm just talking about it. Who are these people? How could they let these people come here to make trouble? I'm also drunk. Are you drunk? If you are not drunk, you will find that people like them are all over. They are not worth cherishing, not worth your attention, and not worth your trouble. Anyway, I think it's meaningless. I express that I don't like it. I don't care what you think of me, but that's how I look at them.

A good relationship or friendship is not pursuit, but attraction; not entanglement, but at will; not play, but cherishing. The harmony between the thickness and the light is the tacit understanding of the soul; the harmony between the distance and the near and the distance is the free breathing and the beauty of distance. You can talk freely or remain silent because your heart understands; you can get along day and night, or you can see it for a long time. The road you have walked will be remembered; the heart will remember the heart! Those who read my books will remember me!

However, no matter how difficult this road is, no matter how many survivors there will be on this road, or how big obstacles we will encounter, of course we must be lucky enough to come. Only then will we have the opportunity to touch the top of the world for the first time.

So you think this writing is easy to write. You may be due to toothache, you may be due to colds, or you may be due to pressure. These will become factors that you cannot persevere. Once your heart is shaken, you will be unable to hold on, and you will be unable to persevere. Don’t care too much, and don’t hold on.

I'm also drunk. You shave every day, you have time to surf the Internet, and you have time to play with your phone, why don't you have time to read books? You see, I have time to write books for you, how i have to be free? But no matter how tired I am, I will squeeze out time to write. This is what, this is called hard work, and this is called persistence.

You see, this beard has to be shaved and taken care of every day, but it will become more and more dense as it grows. Then the same goes for our writing, we also have to write, update, and work hard every day to accumulate readers. So if we do it frequently, there is no problem, and we can take care of ourselves.

I think it's strange if I don't write it. If we don't write it, we feel uncomfortable if we don't write it, so we've succeeded a little bit. Of course, few people will think so, especially those who don't write it as a hobby, and they won't care how tired we are. In our eyes, we can only surpass ourselves, and we can only persevere.

How to say it? My place is also a legendary world of ice and snow in winter. I used to type before, and I also had my fingers frostbite. Maybe you don’t believe it when I said it. After all, I haven’t experienced how terrible the cold winter is. In addition, I am in a room without temperature, which makes people even colder.

At that time, I was also typing crazy, not thinking about anything else, nor being afraid of this cold winter. I didn’t care about the feeling of cold at all, so I still insisted on being in the world of typing.

But on that cold night, my fingers suddenly lost their feelings, as if I couldn't feel the existence of my fingers. But it has never been as scary as this time. I couldn't say this feeling, and I felt that my fingers would be gone. I was afraid of this uncontrollable feeling, and even more afraid of the feeling of loss.

At that time, I was very scared, thinking that my fingers could not be saved, and that I was disabled. I knew that I was not soft enough, but if even my fingers were not good, I would have no soft enough. Then I would be an author, so how could I pretend to be blue in the future? You know, I can have no readers, but I can't pretend to be blue. Now, pretending to be blue has become my only pleasure.

But later, I met a brother who often fought on the Internet, hid in the dark, and had no soft things to do. He was a fighter who had been struggling in the Internet world. He told me that his hands should not be placed like this, and he had to slap the keyboard, and he had to slap the keyboard like him. I have never seen anyone who slap the keyboard as hard as him, nor have I seen anyone who was so persistent in the Internet world like him, nor have anyone who had such a big hatred for this keyboard.

This hand speed is really no one. This hand speed is too violent. This hand speed is too incredible. Is this the keyboard or a critical hit? I am also drunk. Is that true? Is this the case? It’s just a harsh one, it’s fast and ruthless. I think he is nothing, which makes me see the real hidden master. Awesome and handsome.

After hearing his words, I also typing on the keyboard frantically. I used all my strength to vent my fingers, and then I vented all of them on my keyboard. Then I kept typing like this, and I couldn't remember how many times it was, but I was getting faster and faster and more and more, and gradually my fingers began to feel it. My fingers felt a little bit of pain and no longer continued to be numb.

Brother Dao told me, if your fingers are kept, you have to type the keyboard like this. If you don’t do this, you can’t survive the cold. Only in this way can you survive the cold season. We will all have this process. This is the process of transformation of an otaku. Congratulations to brother, you have succeeded, you have successfully transformed and become a different man.

Is there such a bull-Bi? If your hands can feel pain, what do you say? You won’t be frostbite anymore. Don’t worry, you can continue to write and you can pretend to be a slim here. Are you very happy? I nodded. Haha, it seems that I have grown up, and the key is that I can continue to pretend. This is what I am happiest.

Later, the feeling of my hands gradually recovered, and I was no longer worried. Although, I haven't learned this unique skill yet, because my IQ and my nerves can't keep up with me, I haven't learned how to type in Brother. I haven't learned this crazy typing. My hand speed is fast, but the typing speed is not faster.

But I expanded this typing method, becoming a destructive method, a method of destruction. Others want to achieve my skills and also want to teach me the skills of typing, but I didn’t learn it, so I learned to break the keyboard with my hands. I am now in the middle of the night, in the quietness of the night, in the whole world sleeping happily, and in the bed with peace of mind.

Where is me? At this time, I didn't sleep, I was working hard, I was working hard for my own dream, I was typing on the keyboard in my rental house. Although I didn't type the words I wanted to type, I still mastered the rhythm, the sound, and the rhythm. It was not bad at all that our brother was still so domineering and so deafening.

Without a few hundred strokes, I couldn't stop, and of course I was worthy of the sound of shouting with me. I really admire my neighbors. How could they stand me? And it was when everyone wanted to sleep the most. I woke them all up at this time. Isn't it good?

But no one has ever complained about me. I don’t know if it’s because they are used to it, or because they are afraid that I will not mess with me, or because I will carry a brick to ask them to pat myself. They are not afraid that I will hurt them, but because they are afraid that I will hurt myself. I am nothing, they must be afraid that I will come.

But there will definitely be some words, at least I have heard them say this: "This mental illness will get sick when it comes to a point, and when it comes to a point, you say it will be a problem. It's so pitiful. If you want to go to a mental hospital like this, you won't have to go to a mental hospital. The world is too dark. People are trying so hard to go to a mental hospital, but how can you not accept him? How much money can this be wasted? I'm also drunk. It shouldn't be much money. He is so easy to raise. I think he is very hard and will definitely have a chance to accept him.

OK, I think this grandson can't hold on for long. I think one day, he will want to go in at his own expense. It's so high-end and handsome. After all, he has reached this point, and he still has to go up in the end. He will still fight for what he should go up. After all, he is so pitiful. You see, he screams in pain from time to time, and he is angry at the keyboard from time to time. This is sick, and it can be like this if he is not sick. So everyone here understands me, and they all think I am particularly pitiful, and they have a protective *** to protect me."
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