For modern novels, any investigation, even if it is a casual glance without a thorough study, will inevitably assume that this art has made some progress in modern times. It can be said that the novels of Fieldingare excellent only with simple tools and original materials, while Jane Austen is even better, but how can their opportunities compare with ours! It is natural that their masterpieces are surprisingly simple in style. Literature, for example, is comparable to the process of automobile manufacturing. Although it can not stand scrutiny, at first glance, it looks inferior. It is doubtful that, over the centuries, although we have had a great understanding of manufacturing machines, whether we have learned a little bit about creating literature. We did not write better works; It can only be said that we continued to move a little in this direction and that direction, but if we stood at the top of the mountain high enough to observe the whole track, we would find that it was basically a circle. In fact, we have never stood on such a favorable height, even for a moment. We just stood on the flat ground, submerged in the crowded crowd, let the flying dust get lost in our eyes, and looked back on those soldiers who were far happier than us with envy.

They have returned triumphantly, and their booty silently speaks of their glory. How can we not sigh that their battle is far from as fierce as ours. It is up to the literary historian to decide whether we are opening or ending, or standing in the middle of a great era of prose novels, because we are in the mountains and plains with limited horizons. We only know that there are some good intentions and some enmities that inspire us; Know that some roads seem to lead to rich land, while others lead to dust and desert. And it may be worth a try to make a discussion about it. Then, we don't have to point our finger at classical writers. If we fight against Mr. Wells, Mr. Bennett, and Mr. Galsworthy, to some extent, it is just because they are still alive, and their works still show their shortcomings, so we can't help but take the liberty to say something.

For modern novels, any investigation, even if it is a casual glance without a thorough study, will inevitably assume that this art has made some progress in modern times. It can be said that the novels of Fieldingare excellent only with simple tools and original materials, while Jane Austen is even better, but how can their opportunities compare with ours! It is natural that their masterpieces are surprisingly simple in style. Literature, for example, is comparable to the process of automobile manufacturing. Although it can not stand scrutiny, at first glance, it looks inferior. It is doubtful that, over the centuries, although we have had a great understanding of manufacturing machines, whether we have learned a little bit about creating literature. We did not write better works; It can only be said that we continued to move a little in this direction and that direction, but if we stood at the top of the mountain high enough to observe the whole track, we would find that it was basically a circle. In fact, we have never stood on such a favorable height, even for a moment. We just stood on the flat ground, submerged in the crowded crowd, let the flying dust get lost in our eyes, and looked back on those soldiers who were far happier than us with envy.

They have returned triumphantly, and their booty silently speaks of their glory. How can we not sigh that their battle is far from as fierce as ours. It is up to the literary historian to decide whether we are opening or ending, or standing in the middle of a great era of prose novels, because we are in the mountains and plains with limited horizons. We only know that there are some good intentions and some enmities that inspire us; Know that some roads seem to lead to rich land, while others lead to dust and desert. And it may be worth a try to make a discussion about it. Then, we don't have to point our finger at classical writers. If we fight against Mr. Wells, Mr. Bennett, and Mr. Galsworthy, to some extent, it is just because they are still alive, and their works still show their shortcomings, so we can't help but take the liberty to say something.