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I have always been a quiet person, because I always think that talking too much is worthless. So I seldom speak in front of people I don't like. Maybe they all think I'm a taciturn fool. Besides, I'm not good at communication and I don't like showing my face. This seems to be due to the father's genetic relationship, and it also seems to be due to the inferiority complex caused by a few pimples on his face. In short, I am a man in a condom, but my mind is not conservative, and this condom, I think, is my spiritual home, which keeps me at a certain distance from this noisy world. Because of this, I seem to see things a little deeper than others and more sober than an outsider. It is precisely because of this that I can write a novel with a pen and impress my classmates who look down on me.
Writing is a painful thing, at least there are many writers besides me who think so. For example, Lu Yao, I always believed that he wrote about his death, rather than dying of a pervert like Gu Cheng. So I had to go to the library to read a lot of novels and poems in my spare time, but I often couldn't stand it in the middle-so I turned to other texts. Obviously, I am concerned with the author and the synopsis of the story. As for writing skills and language features, I think ...