Long way

I think no matter how many days have passed, I will never forget that day. On the evening of April 3rd, 2019, when I was reading in the study room on the second floor of the school library, I suddenly received a call from Duoduo, it is said that one of my articles was selected by “middle school student Expo” and will be published on May A. At that moment, I couldn’t believe my ears. From the bottom of my heart, I doubted whether the date of April Fool’s Day was secretly changed by someone. Is your article going to be typed? Is your article going to be published in a magazine for people to read? Can my long-cherished wish of thinking day and night for many years be realized soon? After talking to Dodo, I stood under the poplar tree in front of the library door, looking at the lonely night around me, with mixed feelings for a while. I have been fond of writing for a long time, and I still clearly remember the scene when I wrote a diary for the first time in the third grade of primary school. In that summer vacation, my family was busy building a new house. Due to the shortage of beams and rafters, I invited many relatives and friends to help dig trees. It was said that there were many people and a lot of strength, the trees planted in the field were quickly shaved out. At that night, when everyone was idle and ready to eat, looking at their peaceful and joyful look, I couldn’t help thinking and ran subconsciously to the small wooden table in the back room, I wrote down the first diary in my life. I can’t remember clearly what the specific content is now, and I think the general idea is nothing more than the old-fashioned themes like work and gain. The only thing that impressed me was that in the last line of that diary, I used the word “shuo guo” in an unexpected way when I posted my thoughts, this is an advanced and elegant word for me at that time. The moment he finished writing it with joy, he didn’t want to be found by the cousin who came to call me for dinner. He took the notebook curiously and read it carefully immediately, then he fondled my head with a smile and said a lot of praises. You know, my cousin who had finished high school at that time was a veritable authority in my heart. Therefore, in the following days, I was very excited, I opened the notebook subconsciously for countless times and read the diary many times from beginning to end. My heart was filled with inexplicable satisfaction and profound joy, it is far from what ordinary delicious snacks can get. After junior high school, what I like most is the weekly writing class. Especially in the first ten minutes of each class, when the thin and hearty Chinese teacher read the model essay, he was the most concentrated, just like studying the lottery tickets which had been painstakingly bought for a long time and was about to announce the awards, there is a kind of uneasy joy in my heart. Of course, after all, the probability of winning the lottery is much higher than that of winning the lottery. Every time I hear the articles written by myself ringing around word by word, I am intoxicated and always have a feeling of flying fairy in my heart. I remember that at that time, several Chinese teachers in grade three of junior high school jointly organized a literary journal named green grass, which specially published students’ excellent exercises without payment. The selected author of the article was given a sample magazine for free. I was full of confidence and threw several articles in the past Seriously. In private, I couldn’t help imagining the happy mood when I received the sample magazine for countless times. What I didn’t want to wait for was the end like a stone and a sea. The more so it was, the more irreplaceable authority of this journal in my heart was established. The so-called love for the House and the Ukraine, at that time, there was a very fat girl in the next class who often published articles on it, I could be regarded as a veritable little writer in school. For a long time after hearing this news, I followed her in obscurity and pleasure. Watching her eating in the dining hall with the saliva flowing, watching her doing morning exercises with sleepy eyes and disheveled face, watching her putting a little rascal down to the ground, They all thought that they had a special interest that they couldn’t tell, thinking that a writer was a writer, which was really worthy of its reputation. What really made me interested in writing, holding my little fist naively and secretly swore to become a famous writer of a generation, was still in the high school years with burning passion. At that time, Han Han, a young writer who came out of the new concept, published his first novel “Triple Gate”. It was just when the limelight was in the limelight that his great achievements which were the first one among his classmates were being heard with great enthusiasm. At that time, youth literature was very popular, and the magazine “Bud”, the initiator of the new concept composition contest, the representative of youth literature at that time, then entered my field of vision. I can’t forget those days and nights when I forgot to eat and sleep and write manuscripts for “Bud” in obscurity, boring classes, dormitories with loud snows, and even canteens without anyone on weekends, I have left my back with hard writing or scratching my head everywhere. Although the manuscript I promised to cast was empty without exception, and although I tried my best and worked hard without getting any real rewards, I really and completely fell in love with writing, I have experienced the mysterious power of words to life, and the pleasant feeling is incomparable to anything else. It was at this time that I gradually had my own drawer literature unconsciously, and those notebooks that included my literary dreams in my whole high school years, those notebooks full of the ardent expectation of a teenager’s first-time writing, which were sorted out casually, were as many as two boxes, almost equal to the stock of “Bud” which had accumulated over the years. Since I went to college, I had more leisure time at my disposal, but gradually I wrote less. Unconsciously, I almost stopped contributing to “Bud, even this magazine which has always been regarded as treasure is too lazy to buy. On the first hand, Fan Jin was used to living a muddled life, and he really didn’t have the mind to resort his mind to writing. On the other hand, Fan Jin’s long waiting in the middle of the lift almost wiped out all his previous fighting spirit, I grew up gradually, and I was no longer the stubborn teenager who could stick to it as always just with a passion for words in the past. Until the dusk of one autumn day last year, when chatting with a netizen, I heard him mention a newly established literature website by accident, holding the curiosity of browsing the web page, I went there and turned around like a horse. I didn’t want to turn around. My long-sleeping literary dream was awakened quickly. Looking at a pure literature website with such scientific operation and perfect management, and the only pure literature website that has paid attention to the author’s painstaking efforts to pay the author’s remuneration so far, I couldn’t help being moved, since then, a new round of code word years with vigorous and passionate burning began again. Looking at the articles I worked so hard to code, from the original ordinary manuscripts to the later Community recommendations and then to today’s boutique recommendations, the joy everywhere in my heart is self-evident. For the first time in my life, in terms of words, I deeply realized the truth that there must be rewards for giving. For the first time in my life, in terms of words, I deeply felt the continuous passion and motivation deep in my heart. And all of these, in addition to their own efforts Day after day, naturally also need the vigorous cultivation and support of websites and associations. There is a long way to go, and I will search up and down. Looking back on all kinds of things that I have been chasing words for so many years, although I have been suffering from thorns and frustrations all the way, even though I have been depressed and wandering, and even my small progress nowadays is nothing in others’ eyes, fortunately there is still tomorrow, everything is unknown. Who can say clearly about future success and failure, prosperity or desolation? Write down this article and wish to share it with the vast number of literary friends! 2009.5.25

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