□□ Legend

Today it suddenly occurred to me that the author of the article I read more than ten years ago seems to no longer write. Turning here, I found that Fusheng passed away in 2009. I still remember watching "Han Zigao". The content has been forgotten, but the sadness and mourning feel like yesterday. I don't know if anyone will remember her after a few years... Now I see the articles written by her friends in memory, and I can't help but burst into tears.

To Master Fusheng Touhuan: Are you okay in that distant heaven? I have only been acquainted with your writing for a few days, but your delicate literary talent has deeply conquered me. It is outstanding, plain yet warm, and is unforgettable. I have read the commemorative notes written for you and also read your books, which are always memorable. And sometimes I always blame myself, why didn't I get to know you earlier, and give you a little encouragement from Merson in that struggle, although it is useless, but it makes you understand that someone is paying attention to you; but I don't want to get acquainted, for fear that I can't bear the pain of losing you. Do you think I am very cowardly? Whatever, whatever. God is always like this, jealous of talented people. Are you, the ice-snow-smart one, creating for him now? Maybe, maybe not. I wish you happiness in heaven.

Sometimes you can only understand something by losing it

I just learned about the author, and I can't believe that a girl who could write such a touching article has disappeared like this, but Fu Sheng Tou Huan and her works will leave traces among many fans who like her works. Wish you good luck on your journey!

Huanda, you have a good journey

Mr. Fusheng, I wish you a good journey.

The most outrageous thing about this storyline is that you kill your lover and then regret it. The overall story behind it is well completed.

I still come back to see it to this day [changed]

To Master Fusheng Touhuan: Are you okay in that distant heaven? I have only been acquainted with your writing for a few days, but your delicate literary talent has deeply conquered me. It is outstanding, plain yet warm, and is unforgettable. I have read the commemorative notes written for you and also read your books, which are always memorable. And sometimes I always blame myself, why didn't I get to know you earlier, and give you a little encouragement from Merson in that struggle, although it is useless, but it makes you understand that someone is paying attention to you; but I don't want to get acquainted, for fear that I can't bear the pain of losing you. Do you think I am very cowardly? Whatever, whatever. God is always like this, jealous of talented people. Are you, the ice-snow-smart one, creating for him now? Maybe, maybe not. I wish you happiness in heaven.

To Master Fusheng Touhuan: Are you okay in that distant heaven? I have only been acquainted with your writing for a few days, but your delicate literary talent has deeply conquered me. It is outstanding, plain yet warm, and is unforgettable. I have read the commemorative notes written for you and also read your books, which are always memorable. And sometimes I always blame myself, why didn't I get to know you earlier, and give you a little encouragement from Merson in that struggle, although it is useless, but it makes you understand that someone is paying attention to you; but I don't want to get acquainted, for fear that I can't bear the pain of losing you. Do you think I am very cowardly? Whatever, whatever. God is always like this, jealous of talented people. Are you, the ice-snow-smart one, creating for him now? Maybe, maybe not. I wish you happiness in heaven.