——read Zhao Meng It is a standard love story, with standard language, standard content and standard routines. According to my disdainful view of romance novels, most of them can't handle the relationship between physiological period and psychological period well.Young people who are in it may write vividly and vividly, but they are often pediatrics, coy and babbling, and for those who have experienced it, it is very likely that they will "stop increasing and laughing". However, it is unavoidable that hands and feet are tied up, and the plot is dry, like oil floating in water, after all, there is something separated.But this one was obviously an accident.I understand it as the author's tribute to love novels, that is to say, he is a master of those excellent novels after a hodgepodge.These integrated authors should at least include Wang Shuo, Haruki Murakami, Murong Xuecun, ruffian Cai, Tang Feng, and so on.

Standing on the shoulders of the predecessors, it is natural to be imitated, and this article is no exception.The content of the novel is nothing more than the romance that is common on university campuses, and the pattern follows the usual humorous tone and then tragic tone of love novels. The personal characteristics of all the characters are obviously pre-planned, and the only thing left to do is to make up for the character labels. The corresponding plot ideas.Obviously, this is a problem. It causes the development of the plot to be completely sloppy, not even mentioning the simple technique of two flowers blooming and one branch showing one branch.In addition, there are some coincidences and accidents in some places, and there are accidents and inevitability.But I have to say that these deficiencies can all be ignored in the face of the author's sincere words.Zhao Meng's emotional momentum is too thick, fully stretched, stretched tightly, tightly covered, and furious. Every point of focus falls on the point that we desperately need comfort and benefit from. It is full of joy and pervasive .Think about it, 300,000 words of eloquence, what kind of test is it for the author and readers to make a fuss about such a crap about love and entanglement?But he didn't believe in this evil, and turned the challenge into an opportunity. Every word was full of passionate love, but it didn't make people feel tired.So in the novel, although individual details make people impatient, the specific and vivid emotional entanglement between the hero and the two girls is still too heart-wrenching. Real and solid.At least, I empathize with it and I am willing to plunge into it.The song that is still young, the story that keeps repeating, it brings back my memories, and this kind of reverie is coherent and progressive, think about it, think about it, think about it, think about it again... until I fall into thinking and thinking again. An unimaginable dilemma.Oops, it's just driving people crazy.

The novel is funny and sensational, and there are three auxiliary tools: classical poetry, Jin Yong's novels, and political terms.These three points have been learned by the author, even if there are blunt and pretentious parts, but overall, the funny effect is still unfavorable, and the sensational effect is even more invincible.It is obvious that the plot of the novel is almost under the control of the old man from the beginning to the end, but the shock at the end is still overwhelming, which even makes people caught off guard and cannot bear to read it.Grandma's, that kind of feeling is almost a sap in the head, and the eyes go black.Until I covered my scrolls and sighed, my heart was still cold.

It is a tribute to the youthful years, and it is an ideal homeland fabricated by the author for his youthful years. In that Utopia, love is almost all, and other life is just an embellishment. But maybe it is just like this, and the novel becomes more and more The most affectionate, people can not let go. "At the beginning of the beginning, we sang, and at the end, we were walking..." This walk may never go back, but youth testifies that in that era of willows and willows, we shed tears like rain, and our hearts As clear as snow, those impulses, those waiting, those sweetness and sadness, there is no regrets in the end.