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    Seeing that the market for fantasy novels is so good now, I also wanted to write one.  But I always feel that I can't write well because I have no experience.  It is natural to write yy texts, but it is meaningless to write them. I always want to write some articles that make people look deep, even if I don¡¯t know what is behind the deepness.  I feel that writing things without experience is very erratic. I have written some, but I feel uncomfortable after writing, so I gave up.

    Biting the end of the pen and rubbing his face against the manuscript, it felt cool and comfortable.  It's just bitter when I really can't think of what to write.  It was quite easy to write about Changle Town, because it was basically a book of things that happened around me, basically without any connotation.  But this time I really want to write a book that I can feel the connotation of, but I find that there are many factors to consider, such as time. In the previous book, time was completely chaotic, and I didn¡¯t even know when I wrote it.  , Spring, summer, autumn and winter come in turns, and sometimes I write that summer has passed just two days after spring.  The relationship between characters is also relatively complicated. Basically, if you don¡¯t list the relationship table of individual characters, you will forget it at any time.  Then there is the foreshadowing. To be honest, I always thought it was a foreshadowing?  It is to improve the loopholes that I wrote before, and this is my general foreshadowing.

    In this way, I spent half a month in H Town.  When I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, most of my face was covered by body hair.  I parted my hair and shaved my beard, just now I felt that I was still human.

    In the past half a month, I feel that writing is a difficult thing. After writing countless outlines, I either feel that it is too vulgar or I feel that I cannot control this subject.  After finally setting an outline and preparing to start writing, I found that I still have a lot of flaws in the choice of words and sentences, and I can't express clearly what I want to express or just can't describe clearly the scene in my mind.  It may become a joke to write in a place that clearly wants to express sadness and sorrow.  I concluded that writing is not a human job. No wonder each of those writers has a weird temper, which must have been caused by shutting themselves in a closed place for a long time.  If you want to have no distractions, you must not have too high-tech products around you. In the past half a month, I have not turned on my mobile phone.  I don't know if Jian and the others will call the police because of my disappearance, but I later found out that this idea is superfluous. This kid must be busy looking for sex.

    Tiredness finally hit my whole body when the sun was setting. After sleeping for six hours for three days, I couldn't resist anymore.  Lie down on the desk and sleep.

    This dream seems to be a continuation of the dream on the bridge last time, and I returned to the fork between "love" and "friendship".  This time in the dream, I was so rational that I knew I was dreaming, and I was on the road of "friendship".  When I just crossed the sign, the road ahead was already dark, and it was completely different from the road of "love". If the road of "love" leads to what seems to be heaven, but here is  to hell.

    In my opinion, heaven and hell are actually the same, because there are "people" who reincarnate. Whether it is a so-called good person or a so-called bad person, here is the end and the beginning.  It's just because the environment is different that it makes people feel different.  There is no need to punish bad people in hell, because after drinking Mengpo soup, you will not remember anything, you will be a new person, and your sins have been washed away, because memory is the most precious thing for people, and people without memory are just a piece of meat  .  And that hell punishes the sinful is nothing but the self-deception of those who are afraid of being bullied.

    ?Because people do not distinguish between good and bad, whether people are inherently good or evil at first.  It is the environment that finally forms a personal worldview. Beggars will rob things because they are afraid of dying, and high-ranking people will bribe them because they are afraid of losing their property.  Herd mentality also drives people's behavior when everyone else around them is doing it.  But to a large extent, the environment is difficult to change, and it is unreasonable not to punish a person because of his bad environment.

    Some people may say how those celebrities get out of the mud and stay clean, and how they clean up the government.  So why are their stories so popular?  One is because there must still be many little stories behind them that make them become them in our eyes, which is still the environment; secondly, it is because such people are still very few, and most people are just ordinary people  .

    ? I will laugh when I am happy, cry when I am sad, want revenge when I am bullied, and want to be with someone I like when I see someone I like. I think I am already a person if I can do these things.  These are all "truths", which come from the heart, and are what people will have when they are born.  And those things called "truth, goodness, beauty" taught in schools are more "false", and they are acquired to know how to be a "qualified" person, how to do it is "moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor-comprehensive".  Well-developed boy".

    These are used to bind "?The "false" of ?? guides us to abide by the "discipline" and the "law".

    But I also believe that the human circulatory system will not blame people for pursuing their own hearts.

    The road is long and has no end. I am walking slowly, waiting for the dream to wake up.  The above remarks belong to my thinking in a dream as an atheist.

    When I saw a woman crying in front of me, I woke up from the dream, and I didn't want to wake up.  Because I know it's a dream, I don't think it's scary, and I also want to know who is crying on my "friendship" road, I can only remember that it seems to be a woman.

    And when thinking of the previous dream, I naturally thought of the wall.  I couldn't help being curious, so I searched again. After a long time, I was able to find the alley, and because of the residual heat of the shopping street, the alley still had a festive atmosphere.  And this time, I found the position of the wall at once, but the wall is gone.  I was able to confirm that the last time I saw the wall was at this location, and there were traces of the original wall around the two buildings next to it.  I was lucky this time, and I found it within a short period of time, which means that the wall should have existed last time, and it may have been demolished by the government to beautify the environment.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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