這個嘛……就是古道現在一直在忙的東西……
自從來了美國之後，已經有無數的朋友、老師指出，我應該嚐試一下做這樣的事情。
所以，我在最近準備注冊一個網站或者facebook的帳號，專門就是上傳用我自己的生活寫成的小說。
這個應該算是chapter1，前天寫的，寫得時候有點急，語法上還是有點次……總之，是一點點積累，把文字功底練得好一些~
這裏發出來，讓大大們看看笑笑~語法錯誤太多的話，不要噴我撒~
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.