[Post-90s Generation / Golden Age / Secret Crush / School Life / HE & BE / High School to University]
Writing reality through fantasy can turn absurd; describing fantasy through reality can draw you in. I still can’t define what kind of writer I am, and I keep wondering what kind of writer I want to become. Then, several years ago, I read this lyric again: “Tune of Many Tones: Reed Leaves on the Sandbank”
Reed leaves blanket the sandbank, cold sands brushed by a shallow stream. Twenty years later, I pass the South Tower once more. Beneath the willows, the boat is still not quite moored. How many days remain before Mid-Autumn?
At the head of the ruined Yellow Crane Shoal, are my old friends still alive? The old land is now filled with fresh sorrow. I’d buy osmanthus wine and sail away, but it would never be like those carefree days of youth.
Afterward, idea after idea kept taking shape in my mind: a group of people, a stretch of time, a rainstorm, a string of stories.
Youth isn’t a thrilling downpour, a sudden storm that brings release. It’s more like a lingering drizzle, a gentle itch you can’t quite scratch.
It's quite good-looking. The writing is delicate and smooth, and the content is realistic. The plot may be slow, but it's really good to calm down and read it slowly. However, sometimes the chapters are too long and make me tired 🤦. Overall, I like it [admiration] and highly recommend it!
Back in the 1990s, young people at that age were either confused, longing, pursuing, or expecting. The story seemed understated, but it was nuanced and memorable.
The story has a detailed description of the character's growth, psychological journey, and story background. The emotions are real and worth reading.