"Chloe likes Olivia," I read. Then I suddenly realized what a change it was. In literature, perhaps, this is the first time Chloe has fallen in love with Olivia. Cleopatra did not like Octavia. And if she really likes it, Anthony and Cleopatra will be totally different! I think like this. I am afraid that I left the Adventures of Life for a while. If someone dares to say it - the whole thing has been simplified and become part of the tradition - it will be so absurd. The only feeling Cleopatra has for Octavia is jealousy. Is she taller than me? How did her hairstyle come out? In addition, maybe the play doesn't need anything anymore. But how interesting it would be if the relationship between the two women was more complicated. I quickly reviewed the images of women in the magnificent novel corridor. In my opinion, the relationship between all these women is too simple. Too many omissions, too many blanks, have not been tried. I tried to recall whether there was a friendship between two women in the books I read. Diana at the Crossroads has tried this. Of course, in the tragedies of Racine and ancient Greece, they were bosom friends. They are occasionally mothers and daughters.

But almost without exception, they can only exist in the relationship with men. It is strange to think that, until Jane Austen's time, all the great women in the novel were not only provided for the opposite sex, but also could be seen only in the communication with the opposite sex. And this relationship is just a tiny part of a woman's life. What can a man with black glasses or rose colored glasses put on his nose by gender consciousness see? Perhaps it is because of this that the woman in the novel has such a strange disposition: either surprisingly beautiful, or strangely ugly, or as kind as an angel, or as degenerate as a devil - because it all comes from the eyes of the lover. As his love fills or fades, love becomes successful or unfortunate. Of course, this is not the case in the works of 19th century novelists. The women in the book become diverse and more complex. Indeed, perhaps it is the desire to write about women that makes men give up poetic drama day by day. Because poetic drama is too strong to take women as the subject matter, it is more appropriate to invent novels as a carrier. Even so, even in Proust's words, it can be clearly seen that men's understanding of women is still limited and biased everywhere, just like women's understanding of men.

Moreover, I looked down at the page again and continued to think that it was increasingly obvious that women, like men, had other interests in addition to daily chores. "Chloe fell in love with Olivia. They shared a laboratory..." I went on reading and found that these two young girls were busy chopping their livers, which seemed to be the best way to treat pernicious anemia. Although one of them has been married, and there are - I think, it is right to say - two babies. And these, of course, must be omitted. Therefore, the dazzling female portrait in the novel has become monotonous and boring. For example, we might as well assume that the male images in literature only appear as female lovers, and have never been friends, soldiers, thinkers or visionaries of men. In Shakespeare's plays, there will be few roles left for them, and literature will suffer! Othello may still be around, Anthony has some reservations, but he lost Caesar, Brutus, Hamlet, King Lear, and Jacques. How poor will literature become? In fact, the door of literature has always been closed to women, whose poverty has exceeded our estimates. They married against their will and were locked in a room with only one job to do. How can dramatists make them plump and vivid, even if only truthfully?

"Chloe likes Olivia," I read. Then I suddenly realized what a change it was. In literature, perhaps, this is the first time Chloe has fallen in love with Olivia. Cleopatra did not like Octavia. And if she really likes it, Anthony and Cleopatra will be totally different! I think like this. I am afraid that I left the Adventures of Life for a while. If someone dares to say it - the whole thing has been simplified and become part of the tradition - it will be so absurd. The only feeling Cleopatra has for Octavia is jealousy. Is she taller than me? How did her hairstyle come out? In addition, maybe the play doesn't need anything anymore. But how interesting it would be if the relationship between the two women was more complicated. I quickly reviewed the images of women in the magnificent novel corridor. In my opinion, the relationship between all these women is too simple. Too many omissions, too many blanks, have not been tried. I tried to recall whether there was a friendship between two women in the books I read. Diana at the Crossroads has tried this. Of course, in the tragedies of Racine and ancient Greece, they were bosom friends. They are occasionally mothers and daughters.

But almost without exception, they can only exist in the relationship with men. It is strange to think that, until Jane Austen's time, all the great women in the novel were not only provided for the opposite sex, but also could be seen only in the communication with the opposite sex. And this relationship is just a tiny part of a woman's life. What can a man with black glasses or rose colored glasses put on his nose by gender consciousness see? Perhaps it is because of this that the woman in the novel has such a strange disposition: either surprisingly beautiful, or strangely ugly, or as kind as an angel, or as degenerate as a devil - because it all comes from the eyes of the lover. As his love fills or fades, love becomes successful or unfortunate. Of course, this is not the case in the works of 19th century novelists. The women in the book become diverse and more complex. Indeed, perhaps it is the desire to write about women that makes men give up poetic drama day by day. Because poetic drama is too strong to take women as the subject matter, it is more appropriate to invent novels as a carrier. Even so, even in Proust's words, it can be clearly seen that men's understanding of women is still limited and biased everywhere, just like women's understanding of men.

Moreover, I looked down at the page again and continued to think that it was increasingly obvious that women, like men, had other interests in addition to daily chores. "Chloe fell in love with Olivia. They shared a laboratory..." I went on reading and found that these two young girls were busy chopping their livers, which seemed to be the best way to treat pernicious anemia. Although one of them has been married, and there are - I think, it is right to say - two babies. And these, of course, must be omitted. Therefore, the dazzling female portrait in the novel has become monotonous and boring. For example, we might as well assume that the male images in literature only appear as female lovers, and have never been friends, soldiers, thinkers or visionaries of men. In Shakespeare's plays, there will be few roles left for them, and literature will suffer! Othello may still be around, Anthony has some reservations, but he lost Caesar, Brutus, Hamlet, King Lear, and Jacques. How poor will literature become? In fact, the door of literature has always been closed to women, whose poverty has exceeded our estimates. They married against their will and were locked in a room with only one job to do. How can dramatists make them plump and vivid, even if only truthfully?