For real writers, what they write can always be divided into two types, one is for the public to read, and the other is for themselves to read.

There are many things to be considered for the public. The most important thing is of course attractiveness, and the second is to consider social influence. After all, as long as there is attractiveness, many people will come to see your works, but your works are all dark, vulgar, and negative energy, which is an irresponsible manifestation.

Therefore, it is not easy for a writer to write a bestseller, unless he really only writes money-making works that are unsincere based on his previous fame.

What he writes for the public is always reserved. After all, there are too many factors that need to be considered. Perhaps sometimes what he writes is very reluctant, and he feels completely bound to create freedom, just like dancing on the tip of a knife.

Creation that is absolutely free is only written for oneself. To put it nicely, it means expressing one's feelings in writing, and to put it badly, it means "self-satisfaction".

Most diaries, essays, and prose are actually self-interesting, but something touched the author's sentimental heart, which prompted him to pick up his pen and express this touch.

However, there are indeed too few readers who like to read prose. Lu Yao wrote in "Ordinary World" that "people would rather care about the food, drink, defecation and trivialities of a poor movie actor than understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person..." The genre of prose is like an "ordinary person", while novels are "movie actors".

The reason is actually very simple. Fictional stories like novels are often wonderful and interesting, allowing readers to appreciate the fun of transcending their own lives and wander in fantasy stories; while prose often seems relatively plain, and it may write about ordinary life and scenery, which contains things that readers can taste and think about.

Excellent essayists can often write a very ordinary scenery, such as sunrise and sunset, clouds rolling and unwinding, and write a very beautiful thing, or write a very ordinary thing, such as the father helps his son buy oranges, and the back left behind is described in a very touching way. Even when the Internet age arrives, it can become a widely circulated meme. This is the charm of classic prose.

It can even be said that most of the articles that allow readers to feel the beauty of words and the beautiful language are classic prose with not very long lengths, which can reflect the author's writing style to the extreme.

The prose that Wang Defu wants to write is the touch that the first snow brought to him since the time travel. The name of the prose he wants to write is called "Listening to the Snow Night".

That night, he lay on his desk, and the vinyl recorder in the room was playing the classical music of China in this world. The elegant music full of texture seemed to be combined with the snowflakes falling outside the house, expressing the ultimate sound and rhyme from nature.

The whereabouts of snowflakes are silent, but in the eyes of writers like Wang Defu, every piece of snow seems to have fallen on his heart, and the sound made is cleansed in the depths of his soul.

He recalled the scene of snowflakes flying in the dark night he had just returned home. He used his most delicate and elegant writing style to outline such a picture of snow when it first fell. If this essay will be selected into the Chinese textbook in a hundred years, then this description of the scenery will definitely require students to recite it.

Chinese teachers will tell students this way based on the lesson plan that the author uses their own meticulous observation and unique perspective to reflect the changes in the scenery in the same environment through his or her own meticulous observation and unique perspective, and vividly depict the natural scene when the first snow comes.

The first paragraph describes the falling snow. The author first explained time and space. Time is the arrival of night, and space is a long street. There are sparse figures on the long street. Then he selected a snowflake and began to describe its state. How it "dances gracefully". The author began to use metaphorical rhetoric Balabarabala. Finally, he concluded that such description allows readers to directly feel the scenery when it snows. It is so beautiful and intoxicating!

In fact, don’t readers know how beautiful it is? It is not snow, but the words written by Wang Defu. He was so happy that he gained the writing talent he gained after having a new body was fully displayed in this article "Listening to the Snow Night". When the beauty of the text reached its peak, it was almost the truth.

In the second paragraph, he began to write about the sound of snow falling. It was clearly a sound, but it was a sound called "silence". He also wrote about this "silence" from multiple angles and multiple rhetorical techniques, including using dynamic description to set off the static scenery and using dynamic writing, the quietness becomes even worse.

This will definitely make future interpreters boast about all kinds of boasting, believing that his writing of this "silent" sound is quite charming, because even though it is quiet, he insists on writing the sound, which may be the common feature of excellent essayists. He can always write things that seem simple in a very high-end way. Some readers may have to question whether this is a pretentious or not, but can ordinary writers question it? Such Chinese texts are all done!

Only Wang Defu himself knew that when he wrote this essay, he was in an ethereal state. He just gave the pen to his feelings and wrote the emotions he wanted to express. Such emotions were revealed in the third paragraph, because this paragraph had begun to start writing about his heart from objects and people. At this moment, he sat alone and looked at himself and found that the world was so big that no one could truly enter his heart and understand his ambitions. In this era, he could only walk alone.

He wrote about his extremely lonely inner world, but also expressed a peaceful and far-reaching mentality. However, in the eyes of readers, his passage must be written in a very stream of consciousness, and his thoughts seemed to turn into the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground. Unless someone carefully understands his life and knows the secret of his time travel, he will inevitably be unable to understand what he thinks deep in his heart from this passage.

The final paragraph is finally writing about human words again, not as obscure as before, but it still shows the unparalleled literary talent. It turns out that Xue Luo's voice is the sound of nature in his heart. Readers can feel his surging emptiness and the clear and light lonely beauty from here.

When they cannot be expressed in words, they can only be carefully pondered and experienced.

When he finished writing this article "Listening to the Snow Night", the sky turned pale, and his sister was already asleep in the bed, making a slight breathing sound, which may also be a kind of sound of snow falling.
Chapter completed!