这个嘛……就是古道现在一直在忙的东西……
自从来了美国之后，已经有无数的朋友、老师指出，我应该尝试一下做这样的事情。
所以，我在最近准备注册一个网站或者facebook的帐号，专门就是上传用我自己的生活写成的小说。
这个应该算是chapter1，前天写的，写得时候有点急，语法上还是有点次……总之，是一点点积累，把文字功底练得好一些~
这里发出来，让大大们看看笑笑~语法错误太多的话，不要喷我撒~
Iuh…….I’mTony,thewriter.Iamthewritersameaseverywriteryouknow.I’mnotspecialandsuccessful.Actually,I’maloserinmylifeandthelifeofwriting.
YoucannotbelievehowmuchIloveinwriting.Forme,itjustlikemyblood,mysoulandmyworld;bytheway,Ialsolovedancing,lol.Butthetruthis,IwanttowritebecauseIwanttoshowtheworldinmymind,IwanttoshowyouwhatIsawandwhatIheardinthatspecial.Itmyworld,butalso,it’syourworld.
Istillremember,thefirsttimeIwrotewas17yearsago.Atthattime,IimaginedthatIcoulddesignacarwhichcanrunontheroad,intheseaorinthesky.SoIwriteitdown,Itrytokeepitinmymindandinmylife.Unfortunately,I’mnotgoodatphysicandmathwhicharethemostimportantknowledgeIneedtobeanengineer.AfterIfiguredthatout,Iuh…..Ithrowthatpaperawaywhichisfullofmydreaminmychildhood.
ThesecondtimeItriedtodoitisintheprimaryschool,whilemyChineseteachertoldustowriteweeklyjournals.Iscrewedupagain.Meanwhile,IdoubtedifIcandoit.Ididn’tfindtheansweratthattimeandIgaveup.Theweeklyjournalwasbeenwrittenlikehomework.Icouldnotfindanyinterestinginit,eventhoughIreallyloveit.
AswhatIsaid,Igaveupsuchalongtime.
Oneday,IfeltIcanwriteagain.Iviewedaworld,aspecialworldwhichisfullofmagicandsword.(lol,thetruthisAmericansdon’tunderstandwhatis“anovelaboutmagicandsword”,eventhoughtherearemanywritersbelievetheword“magicandsword”comesfromforeigncountries.)Itriedtowriteitdown,butIfoundIcannotdoit.IfoundthatIlostmyspecialability,Icouldnotwriteanymore.YoucannotbelievehowupsetIwasinthattime.Itrieditagainandagain;Itriedtotakeitback.It’sarealworld,onceyougivesomethingup,itwillbehardtotakeitback.Fortunately,youcantryit.
So,Itried.
Isucceededandlostmyimaginationagain.
Thistime,Icriedlikeachild.
Ilivedlikeazombieatthattime.Theworldwasingreyandmyheartwasinblue,theyellowistheothervoiceIheard.It’sthedarkestdayinmylife,Idon’twantitandIdon’twantgobacktomeetitagain.
Myfriendusedtosay,ifyouaresadyoushouldrockup,ifyouaremadyoushouldrockup,ifyouaretiredyoushouldrock,andalso,ifyouarestillyoungyoushouldrockup.Butsometime,theworldwillsetyouup.Youloseyourheartandyourmind,feelinglonelyandupset,youwantyoursoulback.Thenyoucanfinditagain.
Theimagination.
Thespecialimagination.
Itbacked,liketheoldtime.Atthatmoment,Irevived.MyworldwasbackandIcouldwriteagain.Iwasneverconfusedanymore.Ispentallofmytimetowrite,andcreatedtheworldonthepaper.Ifeelhappyandsatisfied.
It’sthebestmemoryinmyownlife.
Then,IcametoU.S.
It’sabrandnewcountryforme.Ilivedinhereandstudiedhere,butInevergiveupwriting.MaybeI’mnotthebestorI’mtheworst,butIdoit.Writerspassandgo,butI’mstillhere.Iwillkeepwritinguntilmylifeend.Iknowit’ssuchalongtime,butIwilldoitandIcandoit.Idon’twantloseitagain.It’smyloverandmyfriend,weknoweachotherliketheveryfirsttime.
Now,it’saprettynewpageinmylife.Iwanttowritemywritinglifedownandsaveit.Maybeoneday,whenIgrowupandbecomeagrowman,Istillhaveachancetotastethefeelagainandagain.