* "Fragrance Dust" is a novel that I want to write but dare not write. I am afraid that my words will tarnish those already perfect stories, but I must write it because it is like a child that has been gestating in my belly for several years. Even if I don't write it, it will come out.
*Like "That Stop", "Fangchen" is not about great love, life and death, or the end of the world. But a sincerity and a touch. There is sadness, joy, crying, laughter, parting and sentimentality. Therefore, "Fangchen" only belongs to sincere people.
*In my novel, "Fangchen" means "those beautiful and touching stories". I don't care how the ancients explained it, but I named it like this, and I hope people who read it don't misunderstand it.
Reader comments
Love it, love it, it's too much for my liking
I accidentally clicked on this newly updated article. At first, I thought it was a refreshing article about a reborn novice. After reading a few chapters, I realized that it was about campus bullying.
The heroine of the story, Lin Anan, saved the day from danger time and time again, but outside of the book, I really felt for her, so I couldn't help but want to write something.
As someone who has experienced campus bullying since I was in elementary school, the insinuating conversations between Guo Keer and Jiang Xiaohong brought my memory back to my elementary school and junior high school days. I was obviously the best student in the class, but because of the sarcasm from the girls around me, I became more and more inferior, introverted and sensitive.
I would think wildly when I heard some unintentional words from others, and worry about gains and losses when encountering some setbacks. For the next ten years or so, I lived with a deep inferiority complex. I always felt that I was someone outside this world, incompatible with everyone, and deliberately alienated anyone who wanted to be nice to me.
For a long time, I was a schizophrenic and contradictory body. One self was arrogant and refused to admit defeat, feeling that I was arrogant; the other self was the complete opposite, constantly denying and doubting myself.
Of course, going through this is not without its benefits. At least when I encounter cockroaches and mice, I won't scream like an ordinary girl.
During the first one or two years of my career, which was the most difficult time in my life, I lived in a damp and old rental house. When I saw cockroaches, I could kill them with my bare hands. When I was sleeping in the middle of the night, a mouse lying on the ceiling fell directly to my pillow. I just brushed it to the floor, turned over and continued to catch up on my sleep.
I am so numb because my old classmates helped me develop skills using cockroaches, caterpillars and dead mice.
The author's language is light and lively, but he is able to describe each scene so vividly that it makes people go back to that age, that class, and meet those old people. There is no resentment or unwillingness, but only the sadness and pity for those people who have no life goals in their best years and only use some boring things to fight boredom.
Reality has not been reborn, we are no longer who we were when we were young.
Looking forward to the author's exciting follow-up…
Love it, love it, it's too much for my liking
I accidentally clicked on this newly updated article. At first, I thought it was a refreshing article about a reborn novice. After reading a few chapters, I realized that it was about campus bullying. The heroine of the story, Lin Anan, saved the day from danger time and time again, but outside of the book, I really felt for her, so I couldn't help but want to write something. As someone who has experienced campus bullying since I was in elementary school, the insinuating conversations between Guo Keer and Jiang Xiaohong brought my memory back to my elementary school and junior high school days. I was obviously the best student in the class, but because of the sarcasm from the girls around me, I became more and more inferior, introverted and sensitive. I would think wildly when I heard some unintentional words from others, and worry about gains and losses when encountering some setbacks. For the next ten years or so, I lived with a deep inferiority complex. I always felt that I was someone outside this world, incompatible with everyone, and deliberately alienated anyone who wanted to be nice to me. For a long time, I was a schizophrenic and contradictory body. One self was arrogant and refused to admit defeat, feeling that I was arrogant; the other self was the complete opposite, constantly denying and doubting myself. Of course, going through this is not without its benefits. At least when I encounter cockroaches and mice, I won't scream like an ordinary girl. During the first one or two years of my career, which was the most difficult time in my life, I lived in a damp and old rental house. When I saw cockroaches, I could kill them with my bare hands. When I was sleeping in the middle of the night, a mouse lying on the ceiling fell directly to my pillow. I just brushed it to the floor, turned over and continued to catch up on my sleep. I am so numb because my old classmates helped me develop skills using cockroaches, caterpillars and dead mice. The author's language is light and lively, but he is able to describe each scene so vividly that it makes people go back to that age, that class, and meet those old people. There is no resentment or unwillingness, but only the sadness and pity for those people who have no life goals in their best years and only use some boring things to fight boredom. Reality has not been reborn, we are no longer who we were when we were young. Looking forward to the author's exciting follow-up…