1. As the old saying goes, when a man dies, his words are good, and despair brings goodwill.
2. I feel desperate for stinky articles that smell of mine, but I still relentlessly search for the only remaining shining points. Look around, my head is petrified, dying.
3. Only by writing from the heart can you create a good novel.
4. Every word, every sentence, seems to be pouring into my chest with ten different meanings. I had to break and throw away my pen.
5. Maybe you don't take it seriously, but whether it's an artist or something else, life is something they have to consider.
6. There is not a single cloud in the sky. Yesterday's snow was gone, and only in the corners of the pine trees and stone steps was a little gray snow slowly melting. The sea was filled with fog, and the sound of fishing boat engines in the thick fog came and went.
7. The stupid writers who are still alive will spend their minds to add unexpected annotations in order to have one more person to read their works. Finally, I wrote a bad work full of notes and instigations.
8. The Flower of Enlightenment seems to have withered here, and the withering look is so ugly. A vision of perfection, an expectation of a masterpiece.
9. If you can't understand the pride that strong men in real life show under pressure, then you and I will never intersect.
10. This is my only painful but secret wish. But as the day approached, I felt a more desolate breath than before, quietly coming towards me and Ye Zang again.