This sentence may be the evaluation of his works by later generations:

In Zhang Ailing's novels, there are always unspeakable regrets about love. The trick of fate in Eighteen Springs, the secular ridicule in Red Rose and White Rose, and the fiddling of identity in Lust, Caution ~ ~

If life is just like first sight, it's a perfect match. But the west wind withered the green trees, and all the unforgettable love was incomplete. Only incomplete, only regret; Only regrets can never be forgotten.

At first, one was amazing and one was happy ~ ~

When we get along, one is affectionate and the other is intentional ~ ~

Conflicts arise, one going east and the other going west ~ ~

The final outcome, a sigh, a cry ~ ~

This kind of sadness is enough to touch every reader.

The moment of crackle is not forever.

This is just my humble opinion-Zhang Ailing, who wrote this talent, is just a sad woman who can't get true love.