Recently, I have been idle and bored. I have read many green mother texts, which are new works of the year. After reading it, I can’t help but sigh that the level of the writers of green mother prose is higher than that of the other writers. All kinds of plot bedding and grass gray snake line technique make me dizzy. After reading two or three episodes, I haven’t seen any leading characters in the novel. Maybe I have a unique taste. When I think of some masterpieces handed down in those years, such as the woman of my family, the concubine and the great mother, the style of writing is very simple and the words are “childish”. But the plot moves forward quickly. Although the characters are a little flat, they are still vivid. I still miss that time very much. The green mother and incest seem to be natural and full of sense of substitution. Both the description of meat drama and the advancement of the plot use a kind of huge pleasure like mercury.