I don't understand literature, I only know that literature is human studies.
I don't even know how to write. I only know that a writer is a chef.
My friend, please forgive me for my lack of courage to deceive myself. Please allow me, a layman who is "not afraid of tigers" and has never dabbled in "literature", to rashly try to serve the pitiful "sauce" of my life as "meal" to everyone, forcing the chefs to chew, taste and swallow. Excuse me.
There is no doubt that most people will have a period of glory or suffering that belongs to their own inner secrets in their lives. Look back on the past and trace the past. Perhaps everyone is eager to turn his or her experience, filled with the ups and downs of life, or heartbreaking, into "a historian's swansong, a rhymeless rhyme", and wants to express his or her heart to the world in the form of a "novel".
To be honest, me too. But the crown of "Swan Song" can only be worn by Sima Qian alone. "Swan song" means unprecedented and unparalleled. This is history's unique respect and love for Sima Qian.
I don't dare to give up my pen because of my humble position. Even if I admire myself alone.
Conception: