I have been painting skin in the cemetery for fifteen years

I am writing a speech for the book release again.

I remember that when I wrote the speech for the first time, my baby was not yet born.

Now, she is ten years old.

Counting the eight years I spent writing and publishing, I have been in the industry for eighteen years.

I have experienced countless times of new books being released or published.

I should have been calm.

But I never learned.

Every time before the new book is released, it is like purgatory.

Great sorrow, great joy, ups and downs.

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My daughter also likes to create and is very talented.

When she was in the second and third grades, the essays she wrote amazed me, and every time they were used as model essays by the teacher.

However, I don’t want her to enter this industry again.

It is too exciting and too ups and downs.

Expectation, disappointment, hope.

Ecstasy, loss, and cheering up.

This kind of emotion often accompanies the whole life.

Except for a few geniuses, for most people, pain and achievement are proportional.

As a parent, the mood is very complicated.

Wanting children to find a decent and stable job, and spend their lives in peace and happiness in a greenhouse, but it often means being ordinary.

If you want her to have a better future, she often needs to be tempered in the furnace of free competition.

The greater the achievement, the greater the suffering.

But as a parent, you can't be too selfish, and force your child to be in a greenhouse for fear of suffering.

I probably won't be able to learn to be calm in this life.

Because I started from nothing.

But I will try my best to let my children learn to be calm.

I hope that my children can rest assured and live a rich life even if they face failures again and again when they fly in the future.

When I entered this social playground, I could have nothing, empty-handed, and even without a novice wooden sword.

But she can't.

I hope that when she struggles, she doesn't have to suffer from insomnia, torment, and toss and turn.

So, I still have to work hard.

I have to struggle.

A 40-year-old veteran can still fight hard.

A 40-year-old veteran is still not lazy. I can't, and I dare not, stop.

I encourage all my fellow authors.

I encourage all those who work hard.

I wish your struggle will bring prosperity and happiness to your family.

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