He a few this prose, wenbifeng o-sensei graceful, carries a helpless sadness. This sorrow is transparent, personal emotions cannot hide. He is taking a kind of responsibility, equality, devoted to readers underlying his feelings, he cognition. Sometimes even forgot to protect themselves, forgot to hide his life. His sincere and frank, tried to break through a living space narrow, in comfort, but also can caress readers inside, awaken readers desalt vague memory, moist and nourish their dry mind.
But this part of wood and village than the prose, when belong to adulthood blundering mood under the insight and exclamation, although (George Bernard shaw) and feeling deep, but ultimately have typically disrelish. Compared with the villages of wood to appear some vague impatience broad-brush, lack of work of patience. Still have a bit insufficient, is not enough meaningful, seems not to give the reader leave too many associations and considereth leeway.
But all of his prose works are simple and unadorned, allowing readers to heart, steadfast, warm, warm, have sense of self-identity. This is a serious person, dependably work serious writer, he in the pure literature creation to the end.
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