Liutiao Hutong: My Mom Is Su Dahong

"Words are the light that shines into the soul" The words under the pen are the light that shines into the soul. Where the ink is fragrant, there are mountains, seas and stars hidden. Those delicate brushstrokes are like a spring stream flowing over cobblestones, ironing the wrinkles of ordinary days into poetry; those fiery emotions are like magma rushing under the rock formations, tearing apart the appearance of life and reaching the heart. You are good at weaving a web with details, making each character a beating heart, and making the story grow over time. Reading your words, I feel like seeing stars falling into the deep sea, seeing roses blooming in the snow, and seeing humanity twinkling at the intersection of good and evil. You give the words breath and body temperature, allowing readers to touch the texture of the world and the vibration of the soul in the fragrance of ink.