When I wrote this paragraph, I was crazy about Guo Jingming's novels.
Small times, phantom city, sadness flows against the river.
That kind of sad and heart-wrenching words, that kind of ridiculous and undeniable reality.
Some people say that news, except for names, is all false, while novels, except for names, are all true.
I don't agree, novels, in my opinion, are fantasy, and more importantly, hope. I hope that one day I can follow
The protagonist is equally lucky.
And Guo Jingming's novels, the fantasy that reality can erase everything, force people to face the collapse of falsehood.
Reality.
He is successful, so I admire him, as I said at the beginning. Obsessed with his novels. Also
Maybe I have a little masochistic tendency, but. I have absolutely no tendency to harm myself, hehe. Light
Relax.