I decided to write novels for a living in the autumn when I was 33. In order to keep healthy, I started running. I got up at 4 a.m. every day, wrote for 4 hours and ran 10 kilometers. I am the kind of physique that is easy to get fat, but my wife can't get fat no matter how she eats, which makes me often fall into a deep thought: "life is really unfair! Some people can get things without being serious, while others need to pay a lot in exchange." But on second thought, those who can keep slim without effort will not pay as much attention to diet and exercise as I do, and may age faster. What is fair has to be considered in the long run. A few years later, I finally entered the ranks of novelists, successfully lost my excess weight and quit smoking. When it comes to running, someone always expresses admiration to me: "you are a superman of will!" To be honest, I don't think running has much to do with will. I'm afraid I can keep running because this sport meets my requirements: it doesn't need partners or opponents, nor special equipment and places. Life is like this. You can stick to what you like, but what you don't like won't last long. During this period, I insisted on participating in a marathon once a year, but I only ran once in the 100 kilometer "super marathon". That experience was unforgettable for life. At 5 o'clock that morning, I stood at the starting line with high aspirations. The first half of the race is the distance from the starting point to the 55 kilometer rest station. There's nothing to say. I just run, run and run quietly, feeling the same as my weekly routine. After arriving at the 55km rest station, I changed into clean clothes and ate some snacks prepared by my wife. At this time, I found that my feet were swollen, so I quickly changed into a pair of half size running shoes and continued on the road. The journey from 55 kilometers to 75 kilometers became extremely painful. At this time, I was talking about rushing forward, but my body didn't listen. I swung my arms desperately and felt like a piece of beef struggling to move in the meat grinder. I was so tired that I almost collapsed to the ground. After a while, some contestants surpassed me one after another. The most worrying thing is that when an old woman in her 70s overtook me, she shouted, "stick to it!" "What should I do? There's still half way to go. How can I make it?" At this time, I remembered the tips introduced in a book. So I began to Meditate: "I am not a person! I am a machine, I have no feeling, I will only move forward!" The spell went round and round in my mind. I no longer look at the distance, but only put the target three meters in front. The sky, the wind, the grass, the audience, the cheers, the reality, the past - all these are excluded from me. Miraculously, I don't know from which second, the pain all over me suddenly disappeared, and the whole person seemed to enter the automatic operation state. I began to surpass others. Close to the last stage of the race, more than 200 people have been left behind. At 4:42 p.m., I finally reached the finish line with a score of 11 hours and 42 minutes. This experience made me realize that the finish line is just a mark, but it doesn't make any sense. The key is how you run along the way. So is life. At that time, I was only in my 30s, and I couldn't be called a "boy". At this age, I am officially on the starting line of literature -- although I am no longer young.

I decided to write novels for a living in the autumn when I was 33. In order to keep healthy, I started running. I got up at 4 a.m. every day, wrote for 4 hours and ran 10 kilometers. I am the kind of physique that is easy to get fat, but my wife can't get fat no matter how she eats, which makes me often fall into a deep thought: "life is really unfair! Some people can get things without being serious, while others need to pay a lot in exchange." But on second thought, those who can keep slim without effort will not pay as much attention to diet and exercise as I do, and may age faster. What is fair has to be considered in the long run. A few years later, I finally entered the ranks of novelists, successfully lost my excess weight and quit smoking. When it comes to running, someone always expresses admiration to me: "you are a superman of will!" To be honest, I don't think running has much to do with will. I'm afraid I can keep running because this sport meets my requirements: it doesn't need partners or opponents, nor special equipment and places. Life is like this. You can stick to what you like, but what you don't like won't last long. During this period, I insisted on participating in a marathon once a year, but I only ran once in the 100 kilometer "super marathon". That experience was unforgettable for life. At 5 o'clock that morning, I stood at the starting line with high aspirations. The first half of the race is the distance from the starting point to the 55 kilometer rest station. There's nothing to say. I just run, run and run quietly, feeling the same as my weekly routine. After arriving at the 55km rest station, I changed into clean clothes and ate some snacks prepared by my wife. At this time, I found that my feet were swollen, so I quickly changed into a pair of half size running shoes and continued on the road. The journey from 55 kilometers to 75 kilometers became extremely painful. At this time, I was talking about rushing forward, but my body didn't listen. I swung my arms desperately and felt like a piece of beef struggling to move in the meat grinder. I was so tired that I almost collapsed to the ground. After a while, some contestants surpassed me one after another. The most worrying thing is that when an old woman in her 70s overtook me, she shouted, "stick to it!" "What should I do? There's still half way to go. How can I make it?" At this time, I remembered the tips introduced in a book. So I began to Meditate: "I am not a person! I am a machine, I have no feeling, I will only move forward!" The spell went round and round in my mind. I no longer look at the distance, but only put the target three meters in front. The sky, the wind, the grass, the audience, the cheers, the reality, the past - all these are excluded from me. Miraculously, I don't know from which second, the pain all over me suddenly disappeared, and the whole person seemed to enter the automatic operation state. I began to surpass others. Close to the last stage of the race, more than 200 people have been left behind. At 4:42 p.m., I finally reached the finish line with a score of 11 hours and 42 minutes. This experience made me realize that the finish line is just a mark, but it doesn't make any sense. The key is how you run along the way. So is life. At that time, I was only in my 30s, and I couldn't be called a "boy". At this age, I am officially on the starting line of literature -- although I am no longer young.