On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Su Nuan’s writing class started.
Everyone finished their meal early in the evening and went to the conference room to grab a seat.
When Su Nuan arrived, the conference room was already full, and even the door was crowded with people.
In addition to children, there were also adults and many military families attending the class.
Su Nuan really didn't expect this to happen. After being flattered, she regained her composure and, with the help of Song Chunfeng, made sure everyone had a seat to listen to the class.
Su Nuan wrote a line of words on the writing board: What is the purpose of learning writing?
Generally speaking, no one likes those empty words, but Su Nuan still wants everyone to understand what the purpose of learning writing is?
She randomly asked a few people, and some said, "The purpose of my learning to write is to be able to publish a book and make money."
"The purpose of my learning to write is to be able to publish a book like you."
"I was forced by my grandmother to come and learn writing from you."
As soon as Qian Zhihua finished speaking, Old Lady Xu pinched his thigh, and a burst of crying immediately rang out in the conference room.
"If you can't abide by the classroom discipline, I'll have to ask you to leave." Su Nuan said lightly.
Qian Zhihua's mouth was immediately covered by Old Lady Xu, and Su Nuan returned to the original topic, "If your purpose of learning writing is to publish books and make money, then you must listen carefully to the class."
“Studying for utilitarian purposes may lack some philosophical significance, but there is nothing wrong with acquiring a skill.”
"Here I would also like to share with you the purpose of my writing. For me, the greatest purpose and significance of writing is to enrich my spiritual world. I can write down my feelings and thoughts through writing..."
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When people around him saw him taking notes, they started writing too.
Su Nuan did not spend too much time on theories and ideas, but quickly got into the techniques and methods of writing.
"A book, or an essay, consists of the following aspects: first the title, then the introduction, and finally the main text."
"Someone just said that he wanted to publish a book and make money."
"If your book title is not well chosen and your introduction is not attractive, no matter how well you write the content, no one will open your book..."
Su Nuan wrote a line of words on the writing board: How to title the book?
"There are so many books on the shelves of bookstores, and there are countless books on the shelves of libraries. If you want to attract readers' attention and make them shine, a good book title is crucial..."
Su Nuan was speaking seriously, and everyone was
Su Nuan paused and said, "I hope everyone will not just take notes, but think about what I said. Although my books sell well, it does not mean that everything I say is right."
Old Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "You've published a book, how could what you said be wrong?"
Su Nuan was amused by her words, "Saints can also make mistakes sometimes, let alone I am just an ordinary person?"
"Think dialectically, innovate in dialectics... Progress requires allowing dialectics..."
Everyone was confused as to what was being said, and they all felt as if something was knocking on the tightly closed door in their hearts.
After class, Su Nuan assigned homework to everyone, asking them to come up with five essay topics about the New Year, and then the get out of class ended.
Parents and children who could not attend class due to family matters found ways to find Su Nuan's class notes and copied them carefully. Unknowingly, an unprecedented learning craze was set off within the family compound.
The next day, when everyone gathered in groups of three or four, they were basically discussing what title to give the book.
Ever since they listened to Su Nuan’s class, they were no longer interested in gossip and their minds were filled with thoughts about writing.
Most people study for utilitarian purposes. They hope that one day when they finish their studies, they can write books and make a lot of money like Su Nuan.
When Su Nuan was writing at home, she heard Han Fengzhi and Han Weixian discussing the title of the book.
"The title of the book about the New Year, Spring Festival?"
As soon as Han Weixian said this, both Old Lady Ling and Han Fengzhi laughed.
Isn’t this just another way of saying New Year?
Su Nuan didn't think there was anything wrong with using Spring Festival as the title of the book. After all, she had read a book directly called Spring Festival, which mainly talked about the evolution of the Spring Festival in my country over thousands of years.
Han Weixian’s voice came from outside again, “Why are you all laughing?”
Is it that funny?
Mrs. Ling and Han Fengzhi immediately stopped smiling. Han Fengzhi said, "Isn't the title 'Spring Festival' too simple and straightforward?"
"Then tell me, what title would you give to the book?" Han Weixian asked.
"After thinking about it, I think the title 'New Year, New Impressions' is a good one."
"New Year, new impression?" Han Weixian asked puzzledly.
"Yes, there is New Year every year, and the way we celebrate it is pretty much the same every year. Only this year we celebrated it in the army, and it was very different from the past, so I named it New Year New Impression."
Han Weixian said: “Hearing your explanation, it feels okay.”
"But there are four other titles. What are you going to choose?"
Han Fengzhi hesitated for a moment and shook her head, "I don't know how to get it either."
“It turns out that choosing a book title is so difficult.”
Han Wei first brought out Su Nuan's words, "Xiao Nuan said that the most important thing about writing is persistence. You said it's difficult just at the beginning, so what should we do in the future?"
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