Do you know which writers are good at using words?

I think Li Juan's My Altay and Please Sing at Night are both very good. The words are bright, bright, free and fresh: I happily prepared such a gift and walked back and forth in the street alone. Summer is lonely and long. Then I went home, through the dark alley and into the quiet patio. The drain is covered with moss. The bright red carp stood motionless in the dark well water. If you don't sing, no amount of hard work can find a spark, and no amount of life can get a moment of freedom. If you don't sing, the words you can't say will always choke in your throat, and the tears you can't shed will only hang on the hard stalactite in your heart. My fingers are thick and hard, but the blood in my fingers is fresh and delicate, flowing excitedly and dark. Pedestrians have no faces, vehicles are terrified, a thin zebra crossing floats above the road, and neon lights don't know if they have been extinguished. We believe in time so easily and spend the years so easily. Time is the most suitable container we have found to hold all our huge past events and send them to the epic autumn. We always say: don't be bound by the past, continue tomorrow. We say: be kind to yourself and live every day. We are so desperate to give up the past and rush to the end, and what we will eventually become is complete.