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This collection of letters records Bruce Lee's fifteen precious years from studying in the United States to his death in Hong Kong. In these letters sent to his family, teachers, friends, disciples, colleagues and fans, Bruce Lee unreservedly revealed his sincere soul. Through his own writing, we can appreciate the interesting life of ordinary people behind the halo of a legendary superstar, as well as his personalized struggle process. Bruce Lee's short life is an excellent example of a man striving for self-liberation and self-realization. Kung fu, performance and life were his tools of exploration and the themes of these letters. Reading through these letters, we seem to have embarked on a "dragon journey". At every important pass along the way, we will clear away the mist, witness the traces of scales and claws that have been covered up, and understand how this person lived his whole life!

This manuscript aims to explore the complex relationship between the "name" of the "naming method of Chinese classical novels" and the "reality" of "narrative world construction" from the perspective of Chinese and foreign cultural comparisons, so as to gain a glimpse of the whole story, examine the national characteristics of Chinese classical novels that are different from Western narrative traditions, and lay a solid foundation for inheriting national cultural heritage. The manuscript implements the research idea of ​​combining macro and micro. It not only has an overall grasp of the history of ancient Chinese novel titles, but also implements this grasp into the analysis of the naming of specific works of various novels, so that the universality and particularity of ancient novel naming can be highlighted.

A great monk was besieged by the enemy and was forced to return to the time before his cultivation. He had just regained consciousness, with a confused look on his face, "This is my hometown!" With a "bang", the ecstatic monk was shot directly in the chest. "It hurts! Ah! A mere sniper can injure me? You can't believe it! I've killed so many people. I was supposed to return with an invincible appearance like an immortal emperor and dominate the city, but all the pretentious monks just ran away!...

A great monk was besieged by the enemy and was forced to return to the time before his cultivation. He had just regained consciousness, with a confused look on his face, "This is my hometown!" With a "bang", the ecstatic monk was shot directly in the chest. "It hurts! Ah! A mere sniper can injure me? You can't believe it! I've killed so many people. I was supposed to return with an invincible appearance like an immortal emperor and dominate the city, but all the pretentious monks just ran away!...