Why wasn't Grade Nine suitable for writing novels? 2

Under the setting sun in the distance, the faint sound of a zither could be heard. The sound of the zither made people feel a little desolate from time to time. A woman was wearing a light pink long dress and a light white gauze dress. It was also the standard makeup for a beautiful woman. Her clothes were extremely elegant. When the wind blew, they looked a little thin, but also contained a trace of sadness. Her fingers gently stroked the strings of the zither, and her lips curled up into a graceful smile. The sound of the zither was filled with longing for her hometown. She had been childhood sweethearts with him, and her family was far away in the modern world. Ten years had passed since they last met, and it felt like spring and autumn. She could only bring the sound of the zither with her longing. The sound of the zither was like a phoenix, entangled in the eaves for a long time. She stopped and looked at the setting sun in the distance. After thinking for a moment, she revealed a beautiful smile and began to place her hand on the zither again...
At this moment, the sound of the zither was clear and melodious, like a breeze blowing through the heart, calming the restless heart, and gradually calming the heart. Gather, twist, pick, stroke, pluck, rub. That Xiang'e sprinkled her teardrops all over the mottled bamboo, and the plain girl in the nine heavens was also full of sorrow. It was like the crisp sound of Kunlun jade hitting each other, like the passionate and loud voice of a phoenix, like the weeping hibiscus in the dew, like the gentle laughter of orchids blooming in the wind. The sound of the zither entered the water, causing ripples and breaking the silence of the sky... Suddenly, the strings of the zither broke, and the smile on his face froze…
At this moment, in his sadness, the sound of light and steady footsteps came from behind him. He turned around and saw a girl in her early twenties. She was dressed in plain and simple clothes. Her face was like a silver plate, her eyes were like water almonds, her lips were red without a touch, and her eyebrows were green without drawing. She was a servant girl here. The servant girl saw that the girl's face was hard, her hands were trembling, and her tears had long fallen on her white gauze clothes and the broken string zither lying quietly beside her. She stood there and saw that the girl's expression had improved. She asked," Miss Murong, it's time to eat." The name of the person who called her "Miss Murong" was Meng Xianya. She came from the modern era. She had met her by chance ten years ago and came to this place. She had been living on the streets and was adopted by a rich family. She was named "Murong Mengya". In the past ten years, every day felt like a year. She had been lonely and sentimental for ten years, and she had never mentioned her background to anyone.
Murong Mengya only reacted after walking into the light pink dress for a while. She saw that it was Purple Spirit. When she was young, she would only play with her when she was lonely. She could be said to be her childhood friend. She saw that Purple Spirit was already standing in front of her, staring at her with her mouth agape. "Alright, let's go." She wiped her tears in panic. Not long after he finished speaking, Violet Spirit excitedly walked into the inner room. Murong Mengya looked for a moment before walking over. Her figure was the only one in the back hall that was like a heavenly palace. Her steps were light and graceful, and she was beautifully dressed. She turned around and walked like a willow swaying in the wind. Her steps were graceful, and her dance style was like a fairy. She bent her slender waist and took small steps. Her white gauze dress fluttered in the wind from time to time.
The sun had already set, and the dark sky in front of him was already filled with stars. The sky was dotted with sparse stars, bright as if bright tears were about to fall. The faint stars seemed to be hidden behind a veil. The dazzling Venus was hanging over the top of the hill like a gem flying out of a dark valley, and a few stars were competing for airspace with the lingering remnants of the day. No one knew what would happen next.
After dinner, Murong Mengya's figure appeared under the moonlight. She stood alone on the balcony and looked at the houses in front of her. The houses were sparse and neatly arranged. It was already late at night. She looked at the moon and sighed." Only you understand my thoughts. Only you know that I don't belong to this era…" Murong Mengya's good mood immediately turned into anger." You know I don't belong here. Why did you bring me here ten years ago? No one could tell me the answer in ten years…" Meng Ya had asked Cang Yue countless times in the past ten years. Although there were tears in her eyes, they did not leave. It was the unknown that blurred her vision.
At this moment, when he was heartbroken, a starlight streaked across the night sky. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a meteor shower. It was the first time he had seen a meteor shower in ten years. Meteor shower, the dream that passed by, holding up the tears that were about to be lost, the world in the mirror changed, and the wonderful waves set off a ripple in his heart. Meng Ya immediately clasped her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes. Perhaps everyone knew her wish in her heart. She hoped to go back, even if it was just for a day.
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Answer 1

It was an interesting idea for a junior high school student to write a novel. However, writing a novel required a lot of skills and experience, including writing skills, plot design, character creation, worldview setting, and so on. For Grade Nine students, they might not have fully mastered these skills, so they might not be suitable to write novels in Grade Nine.

Writing a novel required a lot of time and energy, including reading, writing, editing, and repeated practice. This might be difficult for the third-year students because they might have other learning tasks to complete.

Writing a novel required one to face many complicated problems, including how to deal with plot conflicts, how to shape characters, how to set worldviews, and so on. These questions might be beyond the ability and knowledge of a junior high school student.

Writing a novel required constant thinking and improvement. It required constant improvement of one's work. This might also be difficult for the third-year students because they might have other learning tasks to complete.

Therefore, the third year students could try to write novels, but it was not suitable for them to write novels in the third year. While completing their studies, they could invest time and energy to learn writing skills and knowledge to continuously improve their abilities.