When I was in junior high school, I gave a speech to the class of fifty-six students, saying that I wanted to be a children's writer when I grew up. I don’t know why I said I wanted to be a children’s author. Maybe because when I was a child, I often sat in the dust under the sun and told stories to a group of dusty children.

Four years later, I went to medical school. Later, I put on the special-smelling work clothes that I hated when I was a child - a white coat.

Eleven years later, I gave up my job and my hometown, and gained the freedom that was as piercing as the sun. I used part of this freedom to write some words.

After two years of writing, I have not become famous or published a book. Thank God, I have not had any accidents. I am still running on the road of middle-aged women.

I have a dream. I want to be famous, or at least a well-known female writer. What attracts me to famous female writers is that they sit there and gracefully sign autographs to readers. I signed and signed, and my wrists were sore from signing. I looked up and saw that the long queue had not yet finished signing...

I have a dream: to become famous, at least a well-known female writer. What attracted me to famous female writers was that I was invited to stand in front of the lecture hall and read my own book. I read and read, reading the sentences I wrote aloud in a rhythm and rhythm. All the audience were moved by me, as if they had entered a paradise...

Right now, I don’t have a book of my own, and no one asks me to read to it. I have been dreaming for two years and it is still on the horizon. Looking at the feet again, half of them were buried in the soil...

While writing, I got 647.12 yuan from tips. This is the hardest money I have ever earned in my life. I am filled with tears for every penny, and I cannot help but cherish it. Thinking of the words I have written over time and the ups and downs of my mental journey over the past two years, I feel that I have done what a "writer" should do: truly record what I think.

Now, I still have dreams, but I no longer care about the results. I am called "Blue Persimmon", and some friends call me "Persimmon". This name makes me feel friendly.

Originally I thought that persimmons that were beaten by wind and rain could only be found in the north, but later I learned that its red shadow can be found in both the north and south of the Yangtze River. Persimmons mature slowly in the cold winter; don't eat too many persimmons, as they will hurt the spleen and stomach; if a persimmon is on a tree, it will be out of reach; if a persimmon falls to the ground, it will be shattered into pieces. ?In autumn, when there are large persimmon trees on the mountain, it is very shocking. In winter, the persimmons fall off in season, one after another.

Be a persimmon and a person with stories.