The writers of Fitzgerald’s time had a habit of writing novels that would be a bit appetizing. It’s like our Beijing opera. The protagonist has put on makeup and is preparing in the background, but he is slow to come on stage. The gongs, drums, and harps are playing. The ones who come out on top are some walk-ins, and in the end, the protagonist comes out until you are ready to scold him. His debut is not a success, and the reader thinks in his heart, “Look at how proud you are, what’s so great about you?” 　　 However, in all honesty, it is worth waiting for Gatsby to…