I learning write small novel

During quite a long period of time, I loved writing prose and had a special liking. However, during this period of time, I was very interested in writing small novels. I thought that I would like to explore in many aspects, this is also a kind of interest and hobby! I have learned relevant materials and related knowledge successively, and I have gained a lot. I thank the teachers for their precious words, which have promoted my confidence and direction in learning, and strengthened my determination to write small novels, today, I quoted Teacher Cai’s essentials about writing small novels and shared the pleasure of literature with friends, which is beneficial to promote our harvest of writing. As a kind of literary style, what the novel writes must be meaningful. It can’t be considered as a matter of fact. It must have the thinking of life in it. That’s depth. The basic writing method of the small novel is as follows: 1. The writing style is concise, 1800 words is enough, not too long. 2. Pay attention to the twists and turns of the plot. Pay attention to step a turn, Sukhothai, home. 3. A wide range of materials, but you should add your own thinking. There are too many people and things around us. Anyone, a neighbor and a relative all have stories. What matters is our thinking and excavation. What he felt from his life is very important. That is, small novel thoughtful, running account as narrative bad. 4. Don’t write prose. Both newbies and female authors like to express their emotions, and they write prose as soon as they write, which is not good. Small novels are small novels, which are different from proses. The difference is that the novel is actually a story, a short play with plots, conflicts and twists and turns. 5. Don’t write short stories into short stories. Small novels are limited in length and cannot be written too long. There is no idle writing in the so-called novel. All descriptions serve the center. This center is the theme. Therefore, it is better to say that women are beautiful than to say that all the facial features are general, but to say that it is better to pass a beautiful woman in front of us. This is the concise language. Even if the description of the appearance of a vicissitudes old man, it only needs two or three sentences. Don’t describe it endlessly. As well as the scenery of the outside world, just a few strokes would be fine. The plot would fade and the rhythm would slow down, which would affect the reading enthusiasm of readers. 6. Small novels are the art of line drawing. You should know how to leave white space. Just like line drawing painting, a novel about a person only needs to outline his main life experience. Don’t cover everything. Since he was born, it is too long to write enough words. The important process of a person’s life is very good. Many authors write a lot of small novels, fearing that readers can’t understand them and say everything, so there is no room for aftertaste. Painters all know how to leave white space when painting, so there is room for aftertaste for such paintings. The painting is too full, and it looks messy. Small novels are elegant landscape paintings. But when I saw the remote mountains, the smoke rose. I didn’t see the village girl calling, but I saw the sunset red. This is artistic conception. It is not necessary to draw houses and fields when painting the village residences, and there is a wisp of smoke floating in the air, which is enough for artistic conception. 7. About the turning point of the end. The little novel emphasizes on writing. It is the best to uncover a secret until the end. It is unexpected but reasonable, which makes people sigh that it is true. The author writes well, which is right. At first glance, the product is boiled water, which is light and tasteless. There must be suspense in the smelly novels, which make people willing to read them down. A reasonable turning point at the end, not too exaggerated, is very interesting. This is the charm of small novels. It leads you to think so, but the ending is so, which is unexpected but reasonable. 8. Both cities and villages can be written. It is often said that it is difficult to write small novels without themes. In fact, themes are everywhere. If you don’t believe it, ask the doorkeeper, he has a life story that nobody knows. Your neighbors, colleagues, friends, relatives, everyone has stories and focuses on thinking. How to tell and inspire a person’s life is what you should express and Express. 9. Small novels are language art. Don’t write too much. Small novels are civilian art. Make people love them. The language should be beautiful, natural, friendly and amiable. Don’t always use written language, like making big reports with leaders, or as polite as diplomats, which makes you seem to be separated, outgoing, stiff and unsociable. It would be better if the novel could be read by people with fluent language, conciseness, kindness and elegance. You are not allowed to make a report. There is no need to keep a straight face. After reading a good little novel, The Breath of Life blows upon my face. That’s right. The little novel is an elegant Art, which is kind. Although it is natural, don’t go into the downside. Especially the description of sex, while stopping. It is unnecessary to write hard about sex. The necessary sexual description also serves the theme, and it is better not to overstate the host. In a word, the writing style tells a story concisely, with a plot of twists and turns and fascinating, about 1800 words, which is a good little novel. 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Ancient ferries

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Rural Chronicle (VII) Poplar

My mother’s figure was clear and fresh in the sunshine. It was a rare good weather. It Was weekend again. I stood on the terrace and watched my mother use a pair of chopsticks to remove insects from her vegetables attentively, there were some small holes on the green vegetable leaves several days ago. My mother said that there were so many vegetable worms, which were very scary. These days, the fixed picture in the morning is like this. I didn’t bother my mother. It was not because I didn’t help. I knew it was her pleasure. I was a little distressed and wordy, but I was very excited. I stepped in, it doesn’t necessarily suit her heart. Besides, what can I do to help. It is already late autumn season. When I look around, although it is in the South, I can still see the Golden and colorful color. The clock in the countryside is usually a little slow. I like the lazy atmosphere, the sound of people, delicate fruit trees and peaceful ponds can all match your mood, idleness and calmness. I thought the trees here seldom shed leaves, but they were not like that. The two tall poplar trees in front of the yard were no different from those in the north, starting from autumn, it gradually showed the state of fatigue. At first, there were dozens of pieces, more and more. The plump and yellowish leaves fell down calmly and slowly curled up in the yard. In recent days, when the door was opened in the morning, there was a shallow, stretching or twisting scene, which obviously had some tragic meaning. Sometimes I think those plants are very personalized, and the winter they are going to face is not the season they like. They would rather choose to die before the season, slowly falling hair, removing makeup, drying up and leaving for the time being. However, we human beings seem to have no choice. No matter how hard the days are, we still can’t escape. In the snow and thunderstorm, our memory for some time may not be as light as a leaf, perhaps more heavier than the sigh of an old tree. The poplar with more than half of its hair fell off, and its expression was a little dull. In The Kiss of the autumn wind, there was not much color of joy. The hair was like the little hands of children, and they kept refusing to refuse, while the body, standing straightly without any power, it said, don’t look at me like that, I am just an ordinary poplar. I like the building with spacious yard very much. Now there are not only yards, but also terraces, as well as deciduous poplar trees and osmanthus trees. The eaves are bright and the ground is smooth, spring, summer, autumn and winter all cater to the changes of seasons. I think I am very suitable to appear in such a scene. Like poplar trees, I am just an ordinary man, coming and going, in this clean picture, there will be no disturbance or noise. A bamboo broom of some age, a pile of fallen leaves with different postures, whose story is more tortuous and lingering? I stood on the porch, looking at the dazzling blue sky, trying to broaden my mood and stop searching for roots. In fact, there is more than one poplar tree. There is a rural road in front of the door. On both sides of the road, they are a continuous group. These trees happen to be adjacent to me. During the imagination, my mother was shouting: what a daze! Eat! Egg pancakes, pumpkin porridge, tofu, and a few pieces of pickles. I think this is really a good life. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…