I am a swimming fish in clear water, an unknown little author, and a young man who strives for his dreams. He grows on the fertile soil, silently absorbs nutrients and enjoys the sunshine, just waiting for spring to return to the earth to bloom.
The summer is hot and the hot high temperature is like the stove in front of Yang Yatou, who spared no effort to roast people onto the very cooked ones.
The only sound of the buzzing sound of the small fan in the computer cooling board was the time to silence. The time for meditating and typing was no different as before. But on such a seemingly calm afternoon, I received a message that made me unable to calm for a long time. I received the first scholarship from the Online Literature University in June!
The news came very suddenly and unexpectedly. I was a little stunned. It took two minutes before I walked out of the state of stopping my mind.
I couldn't believe it, so I confirmed it to the person in charge again, but the reply was still, congratulations...
This pie suddenly fell from the sky, smashing me dizzy. Not to mention that I couldn't tell the difference between the left and right. I was dizzy and said with some "pious" words, "Mo Dada has appeared, Mo Dada has appeared."
The online literature university scholarship or the first-class scholarship, this honor actually fell on me. I can’t believe that I am not a fish swimming in clear water? Isn’t that unknown little author?
After thinking for a long time, I finally told myself silently in my heart, "It's not me who rewarded me, but diligence."
But after all, I am still the one who is diligent. The new book is on the shelves in June, with 340,000 words a month, not much or too much. It is very different from the previous expected 500,000 words. The 160,000 words between the two were helplessly spent in the exam.
June is black for senior high school students, while July is exclusive to us. It is not so dark, but not so humorous. The final exam that comes as scheduled is not the cold joke we imagine.
As a sophomore, like most students, I have become a defective product of learning ash - learning ash, which is the slag among the slag. The so-called mud cannot be supported on the wall. Not only can I not be able to learn ash, but I can also pass by the wind when the breeze blows lightly.
If you are good at studying, you will become an official. If you study well, you will naturally be a person who takes the initiative to give up the word "天". Of course, this "天" does not refer to the career path. It represents more of an academic pursuit. Postgraduate entrance examination, doctoral entrance exam... For me, two steamed buns, one plate of pickles and three bottles of beer, you can completely satisfy the people of Xialiba, which is too far away.
I like reading, but I don’t like reading with too many purposes. Of course, this cannot be generalized by partiality. Sometimes I also use it to treat insomnia. On the one hand, it is to soothe emotions, and on the other hand, it is also to sleep in peace. I like reading without having too many purposes. This is obviously not a way to learn and be excellent, but there is no way, it is my attitude towards books.
In my studies, I am in a state of being incompetent and governing. I seem to be a little irresponsible, but in fact I am more of an understanding of myself, because I know that my talents and interests are not here.
I just live my academic performance, but my life is not a mess. I am still alive, and I am still very tenacious, just like the cold plum in winter, standing proudly in the snow, waiting to bloom.
Living is a spirit and a value. Taking charge of the world to save the people is a value. Benefiting the people in one corner is also a value. The definition of value is thousands of definitions, but there is one that belongs to me, and the source of this value is for me.
When it comes to online literature, what I want to talk about is not writing experience, because I am not a successful author. At best, I am a online literature enthusiast. Talking about experience may still make people mislead their children. It seems more appropriate to talk about some insights like this. But I have a simple experience, so what will happen to my understanding? Maybe it is not profound enough, and maybe it will make many people sneer at it. I don’t know these, I only know that the current activity is sharing.
When I was about to write, I suddenly thought of my age when I was engaging in online literature. Two years, not much or less, just two years. I thought I was considered an old man, but when I looked at it, it turned out that I was just a newborn calf and a rookie in the vegetable field. My past experiences, whether sweet or bitter, have not escaped from the scope of two years.
Thinking about this, this stroke is a bit difficult to fall. After thinking about it, I still made a decision, "I'm here."
Two years was the time when I really went deep into online literature, and I had contacted it before, but at that time, I had no concept of online literature in my mind at all, and some were just a very popular word and novel.
My literary foundation is not good. The only one who can read the complete version of the four classics is Journey to the West. This is a blessing that I loved watching cartoons when I was a child and remembered Zhu Bajie's cute appearance in my heart. As for Dream of Red Mansions and Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I couldn't read it even if I was beaten to death. I didn't even finish reading it until I entered university, but I had very little experience in my heart.
I was very white, like a piece of white paper, without any ink stains, and looked quite clean, but it smelled less of a little bookish smell.
A composition of sixty, rarely scored fifty, and forty-nine was a gap that I could not cross. The gap did not gradually disappear until college. The reason for the disappearance was not because of how much improvement my writing skills had improved, but because no one came to rate the composition I wrote.
Thinking of this way, I feel a little lonely, and it is also possible that I am happy to be lonely.
I have always felt that I and literature belong to two different worlds, including the spring and snow, and the snow is white, and two cups of hot water can fill me up and then go to taste tea. What's the point?
I thought so at that time, but when I came into contact with online novels by chance, I instantly became a madman.
Dou Break the Sky, Douluo Continent... a series of extremely popular masterpieces began to appear in my life. Gradually, I found that I fell in love with it and this online literature that made me fascinated.
From my initial love for the work to my later love for the author, I was simply in a state of madness, and this state declined little by little as the college entrance examination approached.
Reading novels, it is a matter of severe crackdown in high school. The reason is very simple. The novels are so charming that they cannot be missing from eating, sleeping, or even squatting in the toilet. Naturally, learning cannot stop his sharp offensive.
I, who "quit" the novel, devoted myself to studying. God will live up to the hard work of those who have worked hard. After so much hardship, my despair finally came.
In the summer of 1998, I successfully entered university, and the free atmosphere in university completely released my novel dream that was imprisoned in my heart.
My dream of novels is no longer limited to reading. With my cognitive experience, I began to fantasize about creating a lovely man like Zhang Xiaofan and a powerful man like Xiao Yan...
The first time, I walked into the world of online literature. I excitedly applied for an author account on a certain website, and then started writing my first online novel.
I still remember that when the website was approved, my excitement was as if I had won a million prize. I proudly brag to my roommates, and I knew that my dream was about to begin.
But then, the fire of dreams in my heart gradually faded because I found that online writing is not the rare as I imagined, and the unique order of magnitude of writers began to make me timid. It was because my books were only visited by three or two people every day, and readers who came and went without leaving any traces left a trace of luck in my heart completely extinguished.
At that time, I told myself in my heart, "xx, you are not the material for writing! Writer? Dreaming in the daytime!"
I was silent, like a fish in the water, and I didn't want to float up again when I dived under the water, because I was afraid, I was afraid that I could not resist the temptation of the sun, and I jumped up from the water but was still scratched by sharp rocks.
I no longer write, but I will check on the website every day. I know that it carries my dreams. Although the bonfire has been extinguished, Mars is still bright.
After resting for about two months, I still couldn't deceive myself. I like this industry and I love it, just like I love myself.
Once again, I started over again. This time, I persisted for more than a month, but the result was still, I gave up.
I can't face the bleak results of my new book. I am like a child who has no one to care for. After licking my tears and hiding myself in the darkness.
However, at that time, my dream of novels was not reduced at all. This time, I began to examine myself and began to look for my own shortcomings, plot, details, outline...
Studying like a closed-door car has greatly increased my confidence. Once again, I reopened the war drum and began to pursue my dreams, but I still failed.
The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. The bleak results were a huge blow to me. Gradually, I began to question myself, whether my love had its value, wasting my youth and great years, but I had no reward at all. Am I stupid?
I dived again, and this time I moved the focus of the problem from myself to the website. I think this website is not suitable for me. Newcomers like me should find a piece of soil that can support the seeds of dreams.
Just when I was confused, I began to come into my sight. After careful research, I knew that this would be my place to grow in the future!
A new environment and a new soil depend on the cultivation of new people!