As I looked through Dorothy's letters, I wondered how talented this untrained, lonely girl was in choosing words and sentences and sketching scenes. Listen to what she said next: "After dinner, we sat down to chat and talked about Mr. B, and then I left. Reading and doing work were the way to pass the hot day. At about six or seven o'clock, I left home and went to a public grassland near my home, where a group of young rural girls were herding cattle and sheep and singing folk songs under the shade of trees. When I approached them, their voice and beauty were as big as those of the ancient shepherds I read in books Not the same, but trust me, their innocence is no different from that of the herding girls. I talked with them and found that they were all satisfied and the happiest people in the world, but they didn't know it. As we talked, a girl looked around and saw her cow running into the wheat field. When they got up, they all ran away, as if they had wings under their feet. I was not so flexible, so I fell behind. When I saw them driving all the cattle home, I thought I should go back. After I finished drinking, I went to the garden, walked to a small river with flowing water, and sat down. I really wanted you to be by my side... "

We can be sure that she also has the potential of a writer. But "even if I can't sleep for two weeks, I won't do it" - when we find that even a woman with great writing talent has convinced herself that writing books is absurd, or even insane, we can imagine how loud the voice against women's writing echoed in the air will be.

As I looked through Dorothy's letters, I wondered how talented this untrained, lonely girl was in choosing words and sentences and sketching scenes. Listen to what she said next: "After dinner, we sat down to chat and talked about Mr. B, and then I left. Reading and doing work were the way to pass the hot day. At about six or seven o'clock, I left home and went to a public grassland near my home, where a group of young rural girls were herding cattle and sheep and singing folk songs under the shade of trees. When I approached them, their voice and beauty were as big as those of the ancient shepherds I read in books Not the same, but trust me, their innocence is no different from that of the herding girls. I talked with them and found that they were all satisfied and the happiest people in the world, but they didn't know it. As we talked, a girl looked around and saw her cow running into the wheat field. When they got up, they all ran away, as if they had wings under their feet. I was not so flexible, so I fell behind. When I saw them driving all the cattle home, I thought I should go back. After I finished drinking, I went to the garden, walked to a small river with flowing water, and sat down. I really wanted you to be by my side... "

We can be sure that she also has the potential of a writer. But "even if I can't sleep for two weeks, I won't do it" - when we find that even a woman with great writing talent has convinced herself that writing books is absurd, or even insane, we can imagine how loud the voice against women's writing echoed in the air will be.