My persistence and love for writing.

I am keen on writing, probably in primary school. I didn't listen to the class well every time, and the teacher caught me doodling there! Later, I gradually took writing as a way of life, and I couldn't understand anything I wrote! Times have changed. At that time, although the popularity of the internet had begun to take shape, for a dull girl like me, most of my daily life was related to Korean dramas and American dramas. I don't have a favorite major. I prefer to shoot nature, miss my simple love for something at that time, forget the time, forget all about eating and sleeping, and just want to shoot some scenery I like. I think repeatedly, combining music and background, thinking hard. The more you study, the more you read and watch, the more you will find yourself rough and shallow. I found that I was like a fish left on the shore carelessly, constantly absorbing the water of knowledge in order to breathe and live better. I used to think that I loved writing very much and made it my life's goal and ideal. Now I see that I have to overcome a lot of pressure to write and force myself to do it every day, which is not conscious. It's ironic and funny.

Many of us don't have so much love for writing, maybe we just like it in a fake way, like the form of writing, like the beauty of works, and like the life of writers! Therefore, it is time for us to ask ourselves: Do we really love writing and write good works on this basis? If it is true love, then continue to write; If you only enter this field with impure motives, it is suggested to give up this idea in advance. It will only drag you down, waste your time and distract your energy, and eventually you will accomplish nothing. I once asked myself: If you choose a skill that can accompany you all your life, what will it be? On second thought, it is writing. As long as we have a pen, a piece of paper, or a mobile phone, we can start writing.

I have always respected writers. Plain life, in their pen, flows incisively and vividly. As an admirer, I looked up.

I am very happy to be a writer. At first, I didn't know how to write. The first composition seems to have been written in one night! I still deeply remember the suffering of confusion that night.

But I started writing, and I output several articles every month. No matter how effective the writing is, I will get into the habit of writing first. Being a special recommended author in June gave me confidence to continue writing. You did it. The system is watching. No pains, no gains.

I'm trying to write, I'm still persevering, and I haven't achieved anything. In the teacher's words: "What you insist on depends entirely on your love". Yeah, that's right. Love gives me a strong belief.

The topic of the article has been included for many times, and the seventh consecutive submission, the concept of choosing the best among the best reached 98%. But I never feel comfortable. Compared with a truly excellent author, I still have a gap.

Without formal writing training and a lot of deliberate practice. I just write methodically with my enthusiasm. Writing an article usually makes me feel close to my heart, and I persistently guard this feeling.

Seeing that many people "wrote it", I began to sit still. I've always been fascinated by it. How many people read my article? Only when it can be realized can the value of the article be better reflected. Join the writing clock and join the basic writing class. Finally started systematic learning. Without the embarrassment of thinking and material blindness, I have seen my own shortcomings again and again, and there is really a lot to learn.

So now, I can study harder and harder. The more questions there are, the more room for me to grow. Why not work hard for what you really love?

In order to cultivate the habit of output, the daily punching is orderly. No matter how busy and tired you are, you can't stop. So persistent, because of love. I love writing and want to write excellent works that everyone loves, so I persist diligently every day. If I meditate and concentrate on writing, I will feel confident and happy. I feel as if I have the whole world, my heart is full and my mind is stronger.

Once I stared at the sky alone on the basketball court, thinking about how to describe the fiery red and round sunset and the towering and dense treetops. Observing the trees on both sides of the road in autumn, the thick and fiery autumn leaves seem to be burning, like lovers wearing golden clothes like fire. Her beautiful smile is sweet and pure, coming towards me step by step, so elegant and noble.

I began to extract all kinds of articles, including scenery descriptions full of vocabulary, mature and sophisticated action descriptions, beautiful and legendary love stories ... Let go of fatigue, get rid of troubles, and feel inner peace and longing.

Before going to sleep late at night, the bedroom was quiet and there was no sound. In a quiet environment, open the code word software of the mobile phone to write articles, and the inspiration keeps pouring out like a gurgling spring. At this time, I don't want to stop thinking, and I don't want to stop code words. Sleepiness fades, and the code is four or five hundred words an hour. I enjoy it and enjoy my peace and loneliness. At first, I liked to write trivial things. I wrote about everyone I met, optimistic, cheerful, hospitable, mature and gentle, enterprising, intelligent and kind, with various personalities. I will think it over and describe it one by one.

On the way by train, I looked at the scenery outside the window and thought about writing down green ridges, vast lakes, solid stone bridges and crowded tall buildings.

With the passage of time, my love for writing has accumulated bit by bit, as if I had crossed time and space. Walk with me all the way. On the road of writing, many people stopped walking. People who really love and persist in writing can really persist, not for anything else, just because they "love" and regard writing as the breath of life. Only in this way can they persist in writing, endure all loneliness, bravely face all doubts without optimism, and work silently, just for the fire in their hearts, which will one day burn brightly and illuminate themselves.