回首我写文的历程,已经整整八年了。八年,真的很长,足够我经历很多事,认识很多人,也失去很多人。我记得我刚开始写文的时候,加入了一个作者群,群里有二十多个人,而且全是女孩子。刚开始的时候,群里很热闹,我们互相鼓劲,互相看对方的文,互相给对方提意见,如果有别的作者欺负我们中的一员,我们会一起上去讨回公道。那时候,我真的写得很开心,因为有那么多人陪着我,陪着我写,陪着我熬夜,陪着我聊书中的情节。可是,八年的时间,她们渐渐地,一个个地,都封笔了。我一直觉得,在她们之中,我文笔不是最好,情节不是最好,性格不是最好,机遇也不是最好。如果她们能一直写下去,一定能取得比我更高的成就。 Looking back at the history of my writing, it has been a full eight years. Eight years, really long enough for me to experience many things, to know a lot of people, and to lose a lot of people. I remember when I first started writing, I joined an author group of more than twenty people, all girls. At the very beginning, the group was very lively. We encouraged each other and looked at each other’s texts, giving each other their opinions. If there were other authors who bully one of us, we would work together to seek justice. At that time, I really wrote very happy, because there are so many people with me, with me to write, stay up late with me, with me talking about the plot. However, eight years, they gradually, one by one, all sealed. I always think that among them, I write is not the best, the plot is not the best, the character is not the best, the opportunity is not the best. If they can write down all the time, they will surely achieve higher achievements than me.