In the creation of novels, as well as the influence of gender on novelists, perhaps we can also explore it in depth. If you close your eyes and imagine the novel as a whole, you will find that although the novel is a creation, it is like a life in a mirror, so similar to real life, although simplification and distortion can be seen everywhere. More accurately, the novel is a structure that casts its form in people's minds, sometimes square, sometimes tower, sometimes side wings and arcades, sometimes solid and compact, with the vault like St. Sophia's Cathedral in Constantinople. Looking back on several famous novels, I think that this form has aroused emotions commensurate with it in people's hearts. However, this kind of emotion immediately merged into other emotions, because the structure of this "form" is not built by bricks and stones, but by virtue of the relationship between people.

In this way, a novel arouses various feelings of hostility and contradiction in our hearts. Life and non life conflict with each other. Therefore, there is no consensus on how to write a novel, and personal likes and dislikes make us vacillate. On the one hand, we feel that you, the hero John, must survive, or I will fall into the abyss of despair. On the other hand, we think, ah, John, you'd better die, because this is required by the form of novels. Life conflicts with things that are not life. Since novels are also life to some extent, we will judge them as life. I hate people like James, some people say so. Or, this is really a bunch of nonsense. I've never seen anything like this myself. If you think about any famous novel, it is obvious that the so-called overall structure is actually an infinite complexity, which is intertwined with numerous judgments and various emotions. Surprisingly, a book written in this way can also be passed down as a whole. In the minds of British readers, what they understand is the same as that of Russian readers and Chinese readers. But sometimes, the completeness of some books is really remarkable. What makes these few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation (I think of War and Peace) so integrated is what we call honesty, although it does not matter whether we pay the bill or whether we are dignified in the face of danger. By honesty, we mean that the novelist makes people believe that this is the truth. Yes, people will think, I never thought it would be like this. I've never seen anyone do that.

But you let me believe that this is it. That's how it happened. When people read, every sentence and scene in the book is illuminated by a ray of light - it is the magic of nature, which gives us light in our hearts to see the honesty and hypocrisy of novelists clearly. Or perhaps it was the whim of nature that wrote the omen with invisible ink on the wall of the soul, so that these great artists could confirm it and see the omen just by lighting the flame of genius. When it became clear that it was seen so vividly, people could not help cheering. Isn't it what I have always felt, known and longed for! We were so excited that we closed the page almost reverently, as if it was extremely precious. We could open it frequently and benefit from it until the end of our life. We put it back on the bookshelf. I said, put War and Peace back where it was. On the other hand, if you read bad sentences, although they are also bright in color and bold in posture, you can immediately resonate with them when you first read them, but when you carefully examine them, you will stop there: it seems that there is something hindering their development, or under our examination, you can only see a few light graffiti in the corners, and see a smudge that is neither complete nor sufficient, which only makes us sigh with disappointment, Another failed work. Where did this novel go wrong.

In the creation of novels, as well as the influence of gender on novelists, perhaps we can also explore it in depth. If you close your eyes and imagine the novel as a whole, you will find that although the novel is a creation, it is like a life in a mirror, so similar to real life, although simplification and distortion can be seen everywhere. More accurately, the novel is a structure that casts its form in people's minds, sometimes square, sometimes tower, sometimes side wings and arcades, sometimes solid and compact, with the vault like St. Sophia's Cathedral in Constantinople. Looking back on several famous novels, I think that this form has aroused emotions commensurate with it in people's hearts. However, this kind of emotion immediately merged into other emotions, because the structure of this "form" is not built by bricks and stones, but by virtue of the relationship between people.

In this way, a novel arouses various feelings of hostility and contradiction in our hearts. Life and non life conflict with each other. Therefore, there is no consensus on how to write a novel, and personal likes and dislikes make us vacillate. On the one hand, we feel that you, the hero John, must survive, or I will fall into the abyss of despair. On the other hand, we think, ah, John, you'd better die, because this is required by the form of novels. Life conflicts with things that are not life. Since novels are also life to some extent, we will judge them as life. I hate people like James, some people say so. Or, this is really a bunch of nonsense. I've never seen anything like this myself. If you think about any famous novel, it is obvious that the so-called overall structure is actually an infinite complexity, which is intertwined with numerous judgments and various emotions. Surprisingly, a book written in this way can also be passed down as a whole. In the minds of British readers, what they understand is the same as that of Russian readers and Chinese readers. But sometimes, the completeness of some books is really remarkable. What makes these few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation (I think of War and Peace) so integrated is what we call honesty, although it does not matter whether we pay the bill or whether we are dignified in the face of danger. By honesty, we mean that the novelist makes people believe that this is the truth. Yes, people will think, I never thought it would be like this. I've never seen anyone do that.

But you let me believe that this is it. That's how it happened. When people read, every sentence and scene in the book is illuminated by a ray of light - it is the magic of nature, which gives us light in our hearts to see the honesty and hypocrisy of novelists clearly. Or perhaps it was the whim of nature that wrote the omen with invisible ink on the wall of the soul, so that these great artists could confirm it and see the omen just by lighting the flame of genius. When it became clear that it was seen so vividly, people could not help cheering. Isn't it what I have always felt, known and longed for! We were so excited that we closed the page almost reverently, as if it was extremely precious. We could open it frequently and benefit from it until the end of our life. We put it back on the bookshelf. I said, put War and Peace back where it was. On the other hand, if you read bad sentences, although they are also bright in color and bold in posture, you can immediately resonate with them when you first read them, but when you carefully examine them, you will stop there: it seems that there is something hindering their development, or under our examination, you can only see a few light graffiti in the corners, and see a smudge that is neither complete nor sufficient, which only makes us sigh with disappointment, Another failed work. Where did this novel go wrong.