Writing — the best spiritual sustenance

That really ridiculous! The fifty-year-old man suddenly wrote a novel, and it turned out to be a full-length novel, which was inevitably ridiculed by many people; I didn’t feel anything ridiculous, because my writing is not for fame, nor for food, but for spiritual sustenance. Thinking of the past, I felt guilty. I was still specialized in Chinese. I had never done literature well before, and sometimes it was just a temporary interest; Most of the time I spent in the public! It was just because of the occasional death of a person last year that I woke up like a big dream, which made me feel that it was necessary to get some literature, or I would not regret those who had passed away! I have mentioned this person not only once in the article that he is my distant uncle. His unfortunate death is a heavy blow to I am, because our souls are interlinked, although he also communicated with many people in his life, he was in contact with I am soul, the real God friend, the friend of forgetful years! My uncle is very talented and a scholar in the village. Although he is only a junior high school student, he is very studious. His articles are very sophisticated and can be compared with others. I respect him very much, but like me, he had the disadvantage of good Gambling. He finally regretted for a lifetime because of this. For this reason, I wrote many words to him more than once, express my love and make up for the eternal regret. The mood is not understandable by ordinary people, because we are like-minded in literature. The reason why I am so fearless in writing long novels is that I feel that if I don’t do it, I am afraid that I will never get literature in this life, because after all, I am already 50 years old! How many fifty years old can there be in life? I am responded to a philosopher’s words: My life began at the age of 50. Although I am not good at writing, I am clear about my level; But I still persist in writing, no matter how others evaluate and treat it, I know it in my heart, I am not good at it, but my passion for life is flying. Even if someone laughs at me, I still have to write it down, because my writing is just a kind of spiritual sustenance, of course, I also want to write it well, but time does not allow me, because I am no longer young. Nowadays, the literary world is very quiet and lonely, except for those publishers who write it by Masters and Masters, most other authors publish books at their own expense. I admire their courage and spirit very much, but I don’t advocate their practice. It is enough for us to enrich our writing spirit, why should we worry about the unsold books we have published? Isn’t this asking for trouble? I often say to others like this: everyone wants to be the emperor, but not everyone can be the emperor. We will be the emperor once, and I will decide my article; The writer is very glorious, but not everyone can become a writer, but at least he can write long novels, see this strange world with his own eyes, and show his low views and thoughts on life and society, why not do it? I decide my space and write my novels. Do you care whether others love it or not? Ha ha ha, the above words are purely jokes, and have no intention of attacking anyone. I always remember my own words: The best spiritual sustenance in writing

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