Dear friends~ Because of time, I often write short stories. I am still a high school student. I like literature and write in my spare time. I often want to write a work that satisfies me, but I still can't tell what kind of work I like. (You can skip the chatter and consider it as self-introduction and small reflections) I have read Japanese literature, Japanese literature with a rock flavor, elegant Japanese literature, and also works by outstanding Chinese writers with a unique local flavor, or the style of American writers, the lost generation after the war, mystery novels, etc. I have not read much from other countries, which are relatively scattered. I have read a few nihilistic philosophy and existential philosophy, but I am confused and can't say anything. Each type can be divided into many categories in my mind, but it is difficult to describe it in words.
The current writing style is still young and immature, and sometimes it may make my teeth ache when I read it, but I am indeed growing and learning. I hope to write works that I love, and hope to write works that everyone loves. ૮₍ ˶•‸•˶₎ა
This article started on a whim early one morning. Confusion, warmth, and the breath of life and hope are what I want to convey. The unique coexistence of frustration and pride of youth, the intertwining of enthusiasm and decadence. The warmth I touched and felt seemed to be gone, but his transparent body seemed to be shining in front of my eyes.
[Derived from Slam Dunk Liuhua] [The character is OOC, so babies who don't catch a cold can read it as an independent story]
[I like Sakuragi Hanamichi very much, she is Huahua's grandma~]
[Please do not start a fight or post offensive words. I hope you all like it~]
Intention: Love young, listen to the guidance of the wind, in the sunshine with rain and dew, I encounter your beauty again