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Storm of love

Time: 2015-08-27 Source: Original Editor: Forever Love Reading: Times

After the morning test, I couldn't help but slip into the nearby bookstore after having dinner with my friends.

Today's headphones are playing the song Sayonara Memories again.

I went over to the popular novel and casually looked at the books on the shelf.

Anyway, I have no money, and the books are all wrapped in book covers, so there is no need to carefully target.

I usually go to Dazhong Bookstore and my favorite place to stay is here.

Because there are a lot of light novels in Kadokawa, Taiwan, for me who writes light novels, there is a familiar smell here, and I feel very at ease.

So even if I do n’t have the money, I like to stay here and hit the “cover pin” [note], just looking at the cover is very happy and inspiring.

Some of the works here have been animated and are also selling well. Each of them is my predecessor.

Standing here looking at these books is like looking at the backs of these seniors.

In my eyes, these seniors are all handsome.

Because they do what I always wanted to do.

They are strong, reliable, and capable of guarding the children they grow up into.

Like a group of albatross flying high under the blue clear sky, Ao Xiang is really handsome in his own dream.

When will my fledgling be able to grow wings and have the opportunity to take off in the sky with the warm updraft of the wind?

I don't want to be the strongest, I just want to be strong enough to protect my children.

It's enough to have the power to keep writing down.

I looked at the "Sword Art Online" randomly drawn from my hand, and suddenly thought of something.

I want to be stronger because I want to guard this dream.

I think of writing as "a dream that I won't give up even if my body is broken and broken," because I like it.

Yes, I like writing.

Because writing stories is fun, because everything that can't be expressed in words on weekdays can be written.

Because I can share the interesting stories I think in my heart,

Because it can make people laugh, even if it is just a small smile for only a few seconds.

Because I can share what I think is moving in words.

Just because I like it.

If you see something funny, please laugh it out.

Laugh, smile, smile, mourn, smirk ... Anything you want to do is just ask you not to laugh.

Although I may not be able to hear your laughter at the other end of the computer, if my story can make you laugh, this is my happiness.

It's my happiness to be able to share with the public through words and laugh with the people I see.

If my words touch your heart, please feel at that moment, because those words are all my most sincere words.

It can make you feel the shock in my heart and it is my greatest happiness.

Writing is very happy, because its happiness is not an individual's exclusive sense of success and vanity, but the ability to share happiness.

I just like writing so much.

If the writing is a physical person, I will hold him with all my strength, and then keep saying, "I like you ... I like you ..."

I kept saying that, until I couldn't say anymore, I wouldn't stop, I kept writing the love letter with only this sentence on the paper.

Very painful ...

Because I have so much thought and love for writing, my heart is bursting too much.

When can I turn these emotions into a steady stream of inspiration and fluctuations?

I put the Sword Art Online on my back.

It is not time to deal with these children's private affairs.

Wait until this war is over.

Buy it after all this is over.

[Note] The staple of Hong Kong is to read a book at a bookstore without paying money, but because I ca n’t read the contents, I just stared at the cover, so I wrote it like this ^ ^

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