You only have enough hard work to have good luck.

These days, many friends came to talk to me about the experience of writing articles. I started writing online on the Internet two months ago. The second article was fortunate to have a microblogging search, and it was broken through 100,000. Later, I wrote a lot of articles that were widely forwarded. Only one million has been clicked on a public account. I am quite lucky. So many people came to ask me, what is your experience?

I really can't say anything. Let me talk about it, that is, the words "content is king" and "very lucky".

In fact, there are still things that have not been said. For example, when someone saw me writing for only two months, I got 20,000 attention. Only I knew it, I wrote it for two months. I received the first sample in 2006. Up to now, it’s almost ten years since it’s full. Over the years, the samples I have received have been filled with bookshelves. Going home this year, I tried to put a new sample into it and found that it could not be plugged.

However, just as I would put a sample in a bookcase in the corner, I always talked about myself as a writer. If there are relatives and friends asking, I will only say that I have written and played. In fact, I wrote very seriously, but I don't want to mention this seriousness. Because I was afraid, I was afraid of being asked the pen name, and the other party suddenly shook his head and said that he had never heard of it. In the past ten years, I have changed a few pen names one after another, hiding in a glimpse of no one, and writing words that nobody cares about.

I know the friends I am writing, and the most frequently asked is: "Have you ever published a book?" Sorry, no. I want to write a long story. Editor A said to me: "You don't have a reputation, so if you want to write, we can only let you write for the famous author." I refused.

Later, I published a series of articles in a magazine, and editor B followed me long. Every day I want to think about the early morning, how easy it is, and I can't easily toss out the detailed character design and outline for her, but she never mentioned it to me. This matter was put on hold.

I came up with a collection of my own short stories and sent more than a dozen articles to the editor C. C said to me: "You don't have enough winter powder. We must consider it carefully." One consideration is that there is no news for half a year. After a long time, I asked her again, only to know that she had been drying my manuscript and had not submitted it for review.

A friend who knows because of writing has become popular. One day, I suddenly remembered that he had been making a selfie in a circle of friends every day, and it seemed to disappear. I was curious to enter his avatar and found that there was no message in it. There was only one light gray horizontal line and the rest. I only know that he has banned me or removed his friends.

The experience of being met with a cold shoulder is hard to say in a few words. But to be honest, even if I hit the wall from time to time, I never thought about stopping the pen.

In fact, I am a very pragmatic person, even a little utilitarian. But for the text, I have extraordinary patience. I dare not say "10 years as a day", but in the past few years, even if I knew how I could write, I couldn’t get rid of the fate of small transparency, even if I knew I could write the time to do something more cost-effective. I never thought about giving up.

The most impressed high school era, I rented near the school, the academic pressure is heavy, naturally no one supports me to write things, so I secretly write. At that time, I didn't have a laptop. I borrowed a computer with my girlfriend, and I was riding a bicycle to the self-study room of a nearby university. I wrote it all day. Listening to the faint sound of the keyboard being knocked, I have an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

I record the stories of my life anytime, anywhere, even if most of the last time I failed to become a material, and now looking at those life records, there will be a wonderful feeling of "Oh! I have experienced such a thing."

In the long years of silence, I rely on a dull love, and I have been up to now. If it is lucky to say that two months have reached 20,000, then if you stretch the line to ten years, perhaps not many people will envy me.

Last year in Taiwan, I met a disabled person. He opened a food and beverage store on a sparsely populated mountain. From the original no one cares about it, it is now a wind and water, and many scholars come to visit. The reporter's long gun and short gun is in front of him and asked him how he made this legendary brand. He said such a sentence: Do it right, and it will be right after a long time.

Everyone envied his luck, and only after a few years of opening the restaurant became a concern. Who knows that in the initial stage, all things must be done by a disabled person with difficulty in moving, even the toilet should be cleaned. He used his mobile phone to photograph the toilet bowl that was cleaned by himself and projected it on the screen. When sharing the meeting, he said cheerfully: "Working hard, but the heart is not bitter!" I actually heard the nose panic.

I also met a director who is about to retire. The two sentences he said made me very impressed. He said: "If you like it, just play it and play it for a lifetime. It is right." He also said: "Be patient, persevere." Whenever I think of this, my heart always feels a touch. His words are comforting and inspiring for everyone who pursues dreams.

In my cloud disk, there is a folder called "Hero Dream". There are all the texts I have written, some of which have been accepted, and those who have been rejected, and there are many.

Duras has such a saying - love for me, not a skin kiss, not a vegetable and a meal. It is an undead desire, a heroic dream in a tired life.

I use the text as a heroic dream in my tired life. It used to be a small dream hidden in a bookcase and no one saw it. Now it is a small dream that is subscribed by a small group of people. Even if it is only such a small achievement, I feel very lucky. Because there must be a lot of people in this world who are harder than me, there is very little attention.

I have a good friend. When I was 19, I published my first book. I can say that I am lucky. However, few people know that she wrote a book on the internship of the internship.

I have a favorite author. A few years ago, her main position was an auditor of an accounting firm. She was busy with work, but she kept writing, and sometimes even when the MRT was too crowded, she stood and took it. Typing on a computer.

Such people, favored by fate, are also expected.

I have seen an interview with a friend. At that time, his team won a gold medal in a national competition. The interviewer asked them why they could achieve such good results. They attributed to "lucky." So, the interviewer wrote such a passage - fortunately, it has always been the humility of the strong. Behind every lucky person, there are stories that have nothing to do with luck.

I admire those who rely on hard work to deliver results, but who are willing to owe their luck. They seldom make some self-pity and comfort in the circle of friends. They have no complaints, and often do things in silence, but they never take pride in themselves. They have no arrogance to win the day, and always have a grateful and humble mood towards life. Even if you are born with luck, there are only such people who can afford such luck.

There is a saying that you have to work hard enough to look effortless. And I want to say that you only have enough effort to have good luck.