Li: I was born a talented woman, and it is not unusual to become famous.

Some time ago, an article entitled "Insecurity in Life" instantly became popular in the circle of friends of major websites.

Subsequently, the phenomenal hot article "Zhu An, Lu Xun's Wife: Life's Insecurity" was published from the media, and it was a best seller.

This book depicts the faces of celebrities outside the image of textbooks. Marrying Lu Xun, Zhang Xueliang and Pu Yi, falling in love with Xu Beihong and Mei Lanfang, and becoming lovers of Du Fu, Yu Dafu and Dai Li seem to be history and reality. After all, they are just an ordinary person, who loves, hates and misses life.

Chen Yuanyuan, Liu, the last queen, Wan Rong, the wife of Lu Xun, Zhu An, the wife of Gu Cheng, the first love, and Yu Fengzhi, the wife of Zhang Xueliang, the young marshal ... The men they love are very popular and world-famous, but beyond their reputation, they are abused, misunderstood, forgotten, obliterated, and even burdened with eternal crimes that bring disaster to the country. ...

All the women in her works are good-looking, outstanding in knowledge, chivalrous and courageous, but they have failed to fulfill their half-life love. Why do women want to be safe all their lives?

The author of this book is post-90s Li!

I can't find it, I can only wait for the so-called tiancheng.

My parents are media people and have been in close contact with literature for half their lives. They inspired me to be an inspiration catcher and told me that words are the way to capture and preserve inspiration.

Young people don't know the taste of sadness, but their talents are always sharp and shallow. I am bent on "sharpening a sword every ten years."

When I was very young, people around me said that I was very talented in writing articles. I am convinced that I have been a "talented woman" for eighteen years.

Looking back on three generations, grandpa wrote a book. His father was once the "brightest star in the night sky" in the local literary world, and his mother was the text editor of the provincial newspaper.

I live up to expectations. When I was ten years old, I wrote an immature essay and published it in a provincial journal. Since then, I have been out of control and addicted to literature.

About literature.

For me, being born in a scholarly family is the starting point, reading widely and writing constantly is the process, and becoming a writer is only the result.

Only by living hard and living hard in suffering can we live up to this fleeting happy youth.

When I was in junior high school, I was sentimental and sarcastic, probably because "Sister Lin" was poisoned a lot. I admired that arrogant and cowardly temperament, and that arrogant integrity implied conceit, unkindness and self-righteousness.

Chinese teacher cherishes my talent, graduation comment: I have been crazy all my life. Very chivalrous, and I am very proud of it. If I don't fall in love with a teenager, I will tell a romantic story in vain, which is sadness and Wan Wan. Who hasn't looked back?

In high school, I learned to be worldly and smile at people. I just want to get the impression of recognition. I am smart enough to learn hypocrisy faster than others.

I fell in love with a boy because I saw through his arrogant and cold soul under his gentle appearance, lonely as me. When the boys got good grades and ranked first in science in the school, I stopped writing and concentrated on the college entrance examination.

After a month's hard work, the names on the list have crossed mountains and rivers and jumped to the top of the liberal arts school. Even the academic performance should be compared with that of the idol drama "Love each other", and there is always the flavor of young women in literature and art in their bones.

Desperate love finally broke up. I crossed half of China, settled in Lingnan, and fled sadly. The pen is getting more and more sad, and the story is getting more and more sad, but no one cares.

Contributions like snowflakes, scattered into mud and ground into dust, have lost their previous fragrance. Only one column is still publishing my minority prose.

Just because I've known each other for a while, I don't feel like crying for it. The dream drifted away, folded into thin acacia, and never fell asleep after many years.

College is my most painful time and the fastest growing time. My arrogant nature and cynical attitude finally made me make a big mistake and was almost ordered to drop out of that key undergraduate course.

My heart is full of sadness, difficulties and humanity. In the face of a powerful group, there is only the feeling of shaking the tree, and there is no way to return to heaven.

So I gave up writing and started a normal life honestly. Attend class on time, fear the tutor, and have three meals.

Have dinner with friends, because I have written articles for food columns, I have a lot of experience in food, and I can always find authentic snacks with a large group of people.

Traveling together and participating in the training of professional photographers allowed me to take beautiful photos for my friends. He was born with delicate and sensitive qualities and became the best listener.

I once admired the world and thought highly of myself, but I didn't know that everyone had a brilliant side and an unknown heart injury. Life is far more painful than imagined, and people's hearts are far more holy than imagined.

"I pray for a transparent heart and tearful eyes. Give me the courage to believe again and embrace your lies. "

Zhang Ailing said that because she knows, she is merciful. Compassion is the most touching feeling in the world.

I am happy because of the blooming of different kapok, and I am sad because of the death of my close friends and relatives. In other people's stories, I sincerely feel happy and sad.

When I was young, I liked to be Jane Becoming Jane, and I envied such a woman, fighting like a man, fighting the world and winning my life.

Before I was 20 years old, I was stubborn, arrogant, paranoid and didn't understand life. When I get close to people around me, embrace their ups and downs, and cherish their joys and sorrows, I begin to become soft.

At dusk, the children who watched the printing factory owner lisp and recite "Jiang Feng Fishing and Sleeping" suddenly moved. One day, I will settle down and be as warm as jade.

Once upon a time, I hoped that in their eyes, I was full of knowledge and talent.

Now, I hope they will tell me that your talent is not as warm as yours.