A few days ago, Keigo Higashino, a famous Japanese novelist, passed away. I had read many of his works before, so I was deeply touched. I would like to take this opportunity to express my thoughts on my growth.
I remembered the story I read when I was young. When I read it again when I grow up, I seem to understand better the meaning of picking up flowers in the morning and evening.
At the same time, I deeply feel that literature is not only a comfort when you are confused, but also a shackles when you think.
Purpose: Reading records the confusion and empathy in growing up