I don't believe this: "stick to it for a month and you will find that you don't know what to say."

After reading yesterday's two short articles this morning, I went to the micro-headlines again, and found that although the micro-headlines didn't systematically prompt you how many words you wrote, I counted them and found that a line of words had 20 words, 100 words, that is, it was enough to write five or more words every day.

If you are willing to write, you can freely and voluntarily write something other than the five elements, the more the better.

So I wrote five or six lines on the micro-headline.

Shortly after the publication, I replied to the micro-headlines and found that the number of fans increased by 8 and there were several comments.

There is a comment that says so.

"After a month of persistence, you will find that you don't know what to say."

I will reply to him immediately. I've been insisting on it for almost two years, with more than 600 thousand words, and I'm afraid to write a diary of 100 words in the micro-headline. We pay attention to each other and look forward to seeing you and me in the micro headlines in the future.

After being abused for nearly two years, more than 600,000 words have not yet understood themselves, which can make the micro-headlines stumped 100 words a day. I don't know what to say.

Then let the micro-headline intend to abuse the diary of one day 100 words again. Anyway, the dead mice don't feel cold and become hob meat everywhere, haha!

If science and technology could be so developed in previous years, my grandmother would definitely be the top Japanese scholar and a master of millions of words.

I remember waking up in grandma's chattering voice every morning when I was a child and falling asleep in her chatter every day. At that time, cocoons were ground by her old man's chattering ears!

Grandma's rambling can go from thousands of years ago to thousands of years later, and she can repeat Chen Jiazi's rotten sesame seeds every day. In the long run, we will form a habit, just like the singing of birds or cicadas in the trees every morning.

Later, we found out that this is the secret of grandma's longevity. She vented her inner dissatisfaction, opened her heart and relaxed in that way.

I didn't inherit my grandmother's profound knowledge, and even ran away from home several times to get rid of her nagging, and my life became very quiet. I didn't talk much on any occasion, so that I wrote a blog later, only poems, and every word was carefully thought out, for fear that writing one more word would waste time and energy, as well as others'.

Later, I came to Li Rang, with 500 words on the daily table and 800 words on the list. The plan of one million words turned me into a chatterbox, a cicada in summer, and kept talking until I got what I wanted.

This friend, who just met in the micro-headlines, seems to have met a master who is talkative and a little ignorant, underestimating a person who has become more and more talented but has been abused thousands of times.