I can't win love.

Author: He Caitou / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2004-04-01
Features: What was He Caitou like when writing commentaries for print media? I don’t know. When struggling to find the right words for an article, I can’t help but wonder. I often suspect that the fundamental difference between the writings of those recognized as masters within small circles and He Caihou’s work lies in this: the former is not written for the general public but for the judges within the circle, while He Caihou writes directly for countless fans, especially since there are so many easily flustered young women among them. In my blunt assessment, He Caihou’s commentaries are practically filled with romance—regardless of whether you’re male or female, they’re designed to make your heart race and adrenaline surge. One piece of evidence is that he excels at love letters. Many of the love letters (in the past tense) he publicly posted online are no different in technique from his battle cries, current affairs commentaries, and the like. More accurately, his battle cries and current affairs commentaries are all written like love letters. Without even resorting to Freud’s theories, one could conclude: this man is a pervert.
It is said that He Caihou’s life consists of only two states: being in a passionate love affair or being heartbroken. And both are accompanied by a high volume of articles. Thus, the core competitiveness of He Caihou’s writings lies in the word "passion."