To be honest, I was decadent for a while. As I wrote, I always felt that I was not writing well. I always thought that I could write better, better, better, better, better, better, but I felt helpless.

This powerless emptiness turned into a sense of emptiness, which was engraved in Baozi's heart. To be honest, I felt too painful for a while and I always wanted to write, but I couldn't write it out.

How to say it is like a strange thing that binds oneself.

Then I happened to go to the dentist to see a dentist sometime, which is a big cut for the bag with phonetic words.

Baozi was confused and in pain for a while. As a newcomer, he couldn't control the rhythm well. After writing for so long, he felt that he had not made any progress and was unable to fail.

But when I thought about it this morning, I suddenly became enlightened. If I always struggled with good or bad, how could I do it boldly?

So Baobao began to examine himself and found that he had become a kind of focus on his grades. He saw the heights far away, but he forgot that life was falling again and again and again.

These little bit of frustration will wipe out the enthusiasm for writing little by little.

But do people really want to be decadent?!

Can that little overtime work really destroy a person's heart every day?!

Every month, can the salary of more than a month really represent the love, hate and love in the world?!

Every year, every year, from learning to learning to walk independently, to being born as a human being, what I learned from Babao is to hit yourself, then make a big fuss, and then give up again?!

No! No! No!

When it comes to writing, Baobao never thought of giving up!

code!

Then code!

The bag begins to regain his heart!

Vow to rewrite all the good things
Chapter completed!