After admiring the flowers, they bloom and fade, after listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, after watching the clouds roll and relax.
Either it is the joy in life, or it comes from feelings.
Even if I just want to write casually and hone my writing skills, that's all.
In short, this is a story about a middle-grade author trying to pretend to be literary.
Style, type, etc., It's just random selection. How can I break it?
Ps: 1 please use it as a diary
2The author fakes corpses from time to time
3 If you don't like it, don't come in