Not recommended for practicing writing.
I have a friend, her name is A Qin, and she is a writer.
One night A-Qin threw herself into the river. When I arrived, someone said that she walked in on her own and was swept away by the waves before she died. She was drinking and reciting someone's name.
I nodded and recognized Ah Qin's body.
The fire was so close to me and the furnace was so far away. I couldn't see Ah Qin's face clearly. Ah Qin's bones were burned to ashes. I held them up, let the sea breeze blow, and told Ah Qin.
You got your wish.
Purpose: It's not easy to be a writer