An article with profound meaning, I feel disappointed every time I finish reading it.
Master Lu's short stories when he was young almost covered everything I thought in my youth. Bi Dao, "I once thought that everything I have done and every fantastic idea I have had has been done and thought about by someone before me - I once felt unable to continue living when I thought about this problem." Death was born under the buttocks. When I bestowed beauty and love on a boy, and let him complete my aesthetic teaching from birth to death, his death fulfilled my gaze; and compared to "Death", the language of this article is more simple, without the overflowing talent that can almost cut people. This feeling is bigger than life, longer than death, and more noisy than love.
N, this story really has a very special texture, causing me to go back and read it every year. The writing is so exquisite, but not redundant or loopy at all. This kind of skill is really admirable. After looking back and studying this time, I found that it is because each description only occupies one sentence. After the period, the next sentence immediately begins to describe something new, so it does not appear to be piled up. Let's just say that the best quality of creation is restraint and learning. The effect of writing like this is like decorating a cream cake one by one, the focus is on the cake. However, there are too many similar writing styles, that is, excessive fetishism, which leads to the entire descriptive rhetorical work being that the decoration is larger than the cake itself, with cream piled everywhere, which is naturally very greasy. The above does not refer specifically to any author. If I have to refer specifically to myself, this is really the only issue I write. .
A Japanese light novel flavored campus story. I would believe it if you say it is written by Yume Girl (Yumeo Boy). It has a sense of atmosphere and is quite cute.
Five stars, just write your own comment: Digging this story out on the Internet is like archaeological work on Mars. It is beautiful, surprisingly beautiful. The flowing words, water-like brushstrokes, and every breath of the narrative have the magic of sucking people in. The author's pen leads the reader to see the imaginary wonders with his own eyes, whether it is the magnificent nature, or all the undertakings built by mankind on this planet, those trains, pipelines, all kinds of work and humanistic rituals. When reading, I often feel as if I have actually seen the world and scene described by the author, just like a documentary unfolding in front of my eyes, and I am deeply fascinated by it and fascinated for a long time. The most rare thing is that such literary and artistic works do not have any deliberately "literary" visual sense, but are natural from the heart, restrained, beautiful, calm and romantic, flowing quietly like poetry... Lost Planet Civilization and Marginal Love Songs, Women and Women , robots and people, is the love pumped out of the human heart the same thing as the love created by machinery? Seeing this, I can't help but think about whether Wang Shu has become more "human" because of falling in love with Ming Chao, and whether it is because humans can only understand the love of human beings. Perhaps people's understanding of love itself has also narrowed the definition of love, which is so vast and diverse... Perhaps it is in such an extreme environment, doing the work of living with the spirit of death, with despair, melancholy and the desire for beauty that the purest and true love can be synthesized... Thank you for sharing your story!
Ps: This is the Lily article I wanted to read after searching for so many years. It is calm, natural, and a little bit closer. Before a woman, it is the relationship between people. It is not a violent invasion of the other person but a slow penetration. "That face, that gentleness."
This is Luo Kainim's first work that I have read for a long time. After listening to the radio drama, I immediately picked it up and read it. The radio drama is so well done, so calm and beautiful, and the original text is even better. To be honest, this is actually a super bloody story, but Luo Kai's writing can make you completely unaware of it. It's so beautiful... Too romantic... Like lingering rain falling into the story.
The boy's last story is fragrant and has a dizzying fragrance. Only she can write such flowing language, such dazzling words, and such splendid paragraphs.