This is a review of Ningyuan's "Harvest"
I really like her part: "The stories are from the news, novels, and movies, not ours. Ours are called days. Our days don't have so many ins and outs, not so many causes and consequences, and we don't know what the ups and downs are. Some are just short-lived, tiny and fragmented, floating in the air scatteredly like dust under the backlight."
So with this review, I hope to find the quiet and true self in the flashy world.
I think, now, I can just zone out quietly.
Conception: