This author has a bit of a side job! In the shadow of the words, I glimpsed the footprints of the gods! I almost let this book go! The cover made my heart ripple, and the title of the book is as silent and restrained as a hermit, not showing off! However, when I brushed my fingers over the slightly rough tempered film and accidentally opened a page, my eyes seemed to be suddenly pulled by an invisible line and fell into it! The words on the page may seem as plain as water, but they have their own undercurrents! The author is like an extremely patient craftsman, using "deliberate clumsiness" to carve out daily textures! The further I read, the more shocking I found that those seemingly scattered metaphors quietly intersect in the depths of the story like an underground river; underneath the seemingly calm narrative rhythm, there is actually a suffocating tension, as if there is a huge iceberg hidden under the calm sea! A seemingly casual sentence in the book actually flew back like a boomerang dozens of pages later, becoming a cold footnote to fate! This is by no means an ordinary layout, but only after a deep understanding of the laws of literature can one dare to express it so freely, just like a calligrapher who is confident and does whatever he wants! When I put down the book, my mind couldn't calm down for a long time! These hands either belong to a certain literary hermit who hides his fame, or they come from a brand-new but astonishingly precocious genius - only in this way can he hear the thunder in the silent place and leave the soul-shaking footprints of gods in ordinary works. .