Remarks on banning?

I started to mix online articles in 2009, and now I am writing this seemingly 'high-end' comment for the first time.

Excited? Uneasy? Or infinite passion?

No, nothing, only lonely helplessness.

I was intermittent and flopped for more than ten years, thinking about making a living, but I kept lying in front of the computer day and night in despair in the loss!

Looking back suddenly, the footprints left behind have long been buried deep in the loess.

If you think about it carefully, it was sadness under the pen name.

I still remember that in a classical fairy book I wrote many poems; in another fantasy under the pen name, I wrote no less than a hundred "poems".

Thinking about it now, I feel inexplicably.

The youth was full of energy and had become the child's father's money to support the family.

The purpose of writing a book is very simple, it is to make money.

The world is big and the family is the biggest.

Parents, wives, children, this is responsibility!

Below this is the humble ideal: if you write a book that passionate and passionate, and make your book friends like, if it can be passed down through the ages, you will be willing to live ten years less.

This time I opened the book, I was lucky to meet Hu Da. Otherwise, my wife might have complained about being unpromising all day long!

A man without money can't even raise his head at home!

My editor is Qinghu. This book is built with the idea, setting, opening and layout of the book.

In this process, I really knew the shortcomings of the past and understood the key points of online articles.

Knowing the kindness of meeting, the feelings of promotion, and the virtue of teaching, I only cry out and write a good article to thank him.

Of course, the most indispensable part is the readers who support the 'big day':

Every click...

Every comment...

Every time I recommend...

Subscribe to each chapter...

Every monthly ticket...

Every reward...

Every time I encourage...

If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be the courage to continue writing!

Thank you friends!

My thoughts surged, but suddenly stopped. The flame that had already calmed in my chest rose up again, burning wildly, breaking through the ninth level of heaven, and typing on the keyboard again for a long time.

After raising my family, I have a dream:

One day I dream that I can condense my divine nature.

I dream of one day being able to attend the annual meeting.

I dream of one day being able to publish physical books.

I dream of one day being able to climb to the throne of the highest.

I dream of one day leading the legion of heaven and creating our kingdom of gods.

One day, ten thousand years later, we will still be in history.

Everyone, please help me to ascend to the throne of heaven!

Forehead……!

The child is making a fuss, and my wife is shouting to make milk powder.
Chapter completed!