I usually don't like to read negative energy articles. I always thought that I rejected negative energy articles, even those that clearly show the taste of negative energy. But Hailan is an exception. Hailan writes mostly about unpleasant things and emotions, but I read them with great interest. In addition to the good writing style and rich literary taste, the delicate emotions of the little woman are always on the same frequency as mine, which makes me immediately leave a message. I am the same...
Who has not had troubles? Who hasn’t felt that he was particularly unlucky at a certain time of the day? But most people don't say it. The key is that we can't say it well. We won't be able to turn depression and pain into a kind of art like Hailan. What we feel after reading it is just a congeniality of emotions and the joy of art. At first glance, the paper is full of negative energy, but as you read, no matter what you read, you will see the little woman’s delicate feelings, love and persistence towards life. The seemingly "negative energy" may just be part of her artistic style. Through the "dark night" you read the light; through the "cold" you read the heat; through the "unsuccessful" you read the yearning.
I don’t like negative energy articles, Hailan is an exception. I like Hailan, his person and his writing. The friendship between literary friends began with understanding people through literature, and as the understanding deepened, they became understanding literature through people. A further appreciation is that no matter what she writes, as long as it is written by her, I love to read it. This is also the greatest success of an author, and it is also the highest state of friendship between literary friends who are close to each other. I already have several such heavyweight friends in my circle of friends, and we appreciate each other's progress along the way. Talking and laughing, there are scholars and scholars, but no white people. In the past, I could only think about it, but now it has become a lucky reality. What more can I ask for?