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Remorseful Apology to Literary Community |
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As night falls, a sense of loneliness and haziness envelops everything. I gaze
at the countless stars that dot the sky, embellishing the long and desolate
night. Once again, I open the familiar website, filled with memories that have
become distant and unfamiliar.
With a bitter laugh, I realize that I am nothing but a passing guest here.
Everything was once beautiful, but I slowly tore it apart myself. Initially, I
came here with enthusiasm and a determination to root myself in this community
for the sake of literature. I wanted to share the bits and pieces of my life,
trivial matters that offered the best consolation. Little Angel Lili, Lingjie,
Jingjie, Yeshu, Moqian, and many other unfamiliar friends from all over the
world, together we shared joy and sorrow. This place was once a haven that I
longed for every day.
I love literature, and China's vast and profound literature has nourished me for
more than a decade. Every piece of my writing represents my experience and
understanding of literature, and each time, you all cheered me on. Your praises
once filled me with immense joy, and even made it difficult for me to sleep.
But now, with a cold laugh, I ask myself, what right do I have to share these
beautiful experiences? I abandoned them irresponsibly and left for so long. It's
ridiculous, isn't it?
Dear friends, I write this article today to apologize and make a formal
statement. I have committed a crime that has tarnished literature, and for that,
I beg for your forgiveness. However, I won't be frequenting this sacred place
anymore. I'm sorry, Lingjie, and all my younger siblings. I am truly sorry.
Please forgive me. If you still remember me, please add me, but now I am tired
and must go to bed. |
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