Zhang Ailing's foundation is gorgeous, while Wu Hongfei's foundation is desolate. Zhang Ailing's fate is huge and heavy, like the extinction of dinosaurs, while Wu Hongfei's fate is the fate of a small animal in the wilderness, which is always in crisis. ——Li Jingze, literary critic and deputy editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" Poetry with rhyme and talent without rhyme constantly lure Wu Hongfei to the far distance of heaven, but pity always sends her back to the world.Creation out of thin air, precariousness, academic incomprehension, fate, aging, death, futility, waiting... ventilation, kindness, happiness, purity, loyalty, health, self-confidence, singing? ...

——Peking University Ph.D. Pu Lanlan She writes about all things insecure.Hunger, poverty, lowliness, and struggle, she carefully picked out those heartbreaking moments, the little girl who didn't say I wanted it, the father who chased the car with two hot steamed buns, those slobbering faces, rubbing money everywhere , the friend who eats and eats, the friend who rubs the ground, that woman who can't figure out why she was rejected by her boyfriend when she was lonely... Writer and reporter Nan Mo This little girl who is extremely materialistic but extremely poor is actually a portrayal of countless ordinary girls nowadays.She achieves a kind of communication and complicity with her readers through words.

——Writer Pian Ruo The exaggeration of the moon is not as good as the sun’s father-in-law, and the subtlety is not as good as Miss Xingxing. Just as A Fei’s confession only makes you feel sympathetic, showing off makes you feel affectionate, A Fei’s unrestrained attitude makes you smile and shake your head but it’s not a big deal, A Fei’s infatuation and stubbornness makes you feel distracted But also helpless. ——Chairman of Internet Writers Her band is neither punk nor metal, nor death, nor goth, nor rap; Fragile, full of contradictions, at the same time, like those humble craftsmen, forbearing, meticulous and responsible.

——Jiang Tao, poet, scholar, doctor of literature of Peking University There is neither sky nor ground in Xiaolong's room, neither the outside world nor the crowd. What is shrouded in darkness is only the secret and tortuous lust of an unworldly woman.But what is impressive is that this kind of narrowness is presented in a sublime and strongly expanded way, which makes people not feel that they have entered a small place the size of a palm, but mistakenly think that they have stepped into a wild world. The vast, grand and strange situation. ——Music critic Li Wan