I have tried the traditional fee, and feel the taste of the new fee in Matt City

Writing is fifteen years old for me. The long vacation at the end of the semester, in the afternoon when there is nothing to do, the birds are chirping. Tree shadows whirling outside. In a lonely afternoon, I was reading a novel in my room, and suddenly I was sweating because of the sultry heat in tropical countries.

The five-legged base has the rattan chair that Grandpa used to sit on during his lifetime. I picked up yesterday's supplement from the coffee table, not reading it, just fanning it. Made a cup of strong tea, sat outside the house, and watched the bright scenery. The tree is overexposed in the sunlight, fake like a cheap painting. I learned photography for a while, and I didn't use color grading. The colors in the picture were just like the colors I saw before my eyes when I was fifteen years old, bright green, bright land, and bright asphalt roads.

If my father sprinkled water in front of the house, when the water vapor evaporated, you could smell the strong smell of water rising when it touched the hot ground. Fan-fan supplements were pinched into balls. No wind. Sweaty. Starlings hang on trees, and their colors are the only ones that don't change in an overly brightly exposed tropical afternoon. Some starlings can't see clearly, but they can see a little white on the wings. They love to fight. Sometimes they would fight when they disagreed, and the scene was very lively, but that afternoon, they were welded by the hot sun. That hot and bright afternoon, I accidentally read the call for essays in the small corner, the theme: scenery.

scenery? I have no idea.

Apart from school, home, father's orchard, and the seaside not far from home, I don't know of anything to write about. Write the sea? Write about school? Write about father's orchard? If you write about the sea, what is the scenery of the sea? Is it those who are tired of seeing the atta tree? Or maybe a mangrove tree that grew there in ancient times? Or coconut trees not far from the beach?

Maybe it is a good scenery to write about the coconut trees by the sea. Will this content be attractive? I think. Who in this country has not seen coconut palms? Then I write about the sea near my house? When I was young, my father used to lie to me that Indonesia was across the sea. This lie was my father's lie after I learned to read the map later. When I think about this, since it was my father's lie, I believed it at the time and kept it! It's like chewing a chewing gum that has lost its taste, knowing that there will be no new taste after chewing, but you just don't want to let it leave your mouth.

Later, I wrote about the Malay village behind my home. Orchid flowers on the roadside. The overgrown kampong roses in the Malay houses on stilts. Always under construction, even now back home to the village chief's home where he is still under construction. There is a small road leading to the village, and the scenes on the left and right sides of it are included in the article by me. Like Monster Hunt? I took the gourd and received the scenery, my youthful emotions, the vision of the future and the ignorance of the past.

Later, the article was accidentally selected and published. Three months later, in exchange for the first manuscript fee in life. For the moment, buy a bento or drink an iced Americano. Zhang Ailing bought lipstick for her first manuscript fee, and my first manuscript fee was exchanged for a set of five cheap essays by Xing Linzi, Sima Changfeng, Lin Shaowen, Hu Pinqing, and Zhang Jigao, which were pirated with carbon paper but legally signed. Later, when I knew more about literature and publishing, I realized that they were the early masterpieces published by Jiuge.

The set of books was destroyed in a termite disaster ten years ago. I traveled to Taiwan several times on business and encountered "authentic" ones in second-hand bookstores. I struggle. buy them, is it necessary? Didn't buy it later. Once, when starting with the small novel, he exclaimed, "So little?" He smiled and said nothing.

After more than ten years, I have become a writer who is half popular and not purple. Along the way, traditional media and traditional publishing platforms have allowed me to take root, grow strong, and flourish. The good times did not last long. In 2015, Google and Facebook took all the advertising business opportunities that could be seized. The performance of traditional media advertising, which had been domineering, plummeted.

In the south, Chinese media coverage is scarce. Advertising revenue has plummeted sharply, the already cramped pages have become increasingly scarce, and the literary version is rare to buy. Even though the supplement culture that was once brilliant in Taiwan has shrunk into a small section of family life, it is no longer a popular supplement when Lin Haiyin, Gao Xinjiang, Yan Xian, Jiao Tong and others were in charge of supplements.

I thought that the traditional media was almost over, and Matt City came.

In the more than 100 days in Matt City, it seems like walking into the small town of Macondo. It's full of magic here. Full of incredible people. They have objections. They converge. Friends of the text swearing at people with articles is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I was also indulged in their days in a foreign country, their reading notes, their travel interests, and exposing Xinjiang issues that were swept under the sofa and not liked by those in power, Apple Daily was maliciously shut down, sexual minority issues... …

What really makes me stick to Matt City is where I feel the heart and soul of writing. Its concept is similar to mine - Wu Datai (high-level construction language). The form of publication is the same as that of paper media printing, and it will leave traces wherever it goes, and it is difficult to erase it when it is published. I am also attracted by the gradually accumulated LikerCoin, but the profit is not the most important thing for me. I am free to write and publish on the premise of not infringing on others.

In the more than 100 days in Matt City, I participated in the essay call, occasionally wrote resonant articles, and got applause and comments. In my heart, I was selected by the editor for writing a small prose with the theme of "scenery" and published it. Excited to get paid, as if to get back the "first love". Here, I seem to be alive, hearing the pulse of the times and finding my own way of breathing.