"In the ancient rose trees, spells are everywhere to bind the flowers. The antidote is hidden deep in the forest, and you need to cut through the thick fog to gain new life."
The mist lingers between the trees like threads, and darkness covers all living things. Oh no, there were no living things here. A tall young man held a silver waist knife tightly, his clothes swaying. The young man said that his name was Xun Xi.
This is a story about a small character, or a story that hides many characters, scenes, and names. When I started writing, I always had an idea in my mind, whether there are some words to describe the stories that are closest to ordinary characters, who are not too soul-stirring. In the background introduction, there is no vigorous emotional entanglement. They have no superpowers in their wild minds. They are also one of the ordinary beings like me. They stray into an unknown spell forest, and they also think about, redeem, and reconcile with the ordinary as they move forward.
I have to mention that this is a work that failed in the competition. After all, it is still like the characters in the article. I also learned to reconcile with my own ordinaryness through the text. But I always feel from the bottom of my heart that these words of repeated consideration should not be buried because of lack of affirmation.
A writer once said something similar. Unfortunately for a writer, those writings that were once clumsy and immature and even felt a little unwilling to be faced will be written down one by one. As I continue to read, I always feel the shallowness of my writing skills, but it is not a bad beginning.
Intention: Thinking, redemption, and reconciliation with the ordinary while moving forward