Prince of Tennis Fanfiction: Maybe You Know

I like the writing, but I still feel weird when these two people are together.

Every memory is unique and nothing can replace it.

Wonderful

I loved it, I actually wanted to cry while reading it. . . . . . . . . . .

This kind of writing is very comfortable. Come on.

After reading these articles, a poem by Jiang Jie suddenly came to my mind: "The young man is listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way, every moment until dawn. " It really gives people a feeling that the water has gone and the clouds have returned. I seem to see those small happiness blooming like flowers in floating life. It turns out that happiness really has colors. It is the kind of cyan color that is almost invisible, impermanent, and the only eternity. Author's reply: Life always shows different brilliance in different years, whether they are beautiful or sad, they are unique. In these bits and pieces, we have experienced a lot, changed a lot, and finally bloomed with all our years. It's great to see such warm comments, thank you.

The writing style is quiet and meaningful, like a freehand ink landscape painting with clear clouds and clear wind.

The writing is really good, so I want to make up for my points one by one... Na?

I like this style of writing.