At that time, I was not interested in reading books. I bought books just to make myself look less decadent. But after reading a few pages, I couldn't resist the temptation of the game, so I abandoned it and didn't open it. After graduation, these books were donated to the library.
What impressed me more was that the author's name was Sanmao. When most people see the name Sanmao for the first time, they should think of the hungry, naked little tramp with Sanmao on his head. At that time, they thought that people who could come up with such a pen name should wander like kittens.
Personally, I like reading this kind of book with different small unit stories, because it is different from reading novels. If something happens in the middle, I have to spend some time thinking about the previous plot, otherwise I can't stop reading every time. When I came to my senses, I could only hear the estrus of the cat downstairs.
For me, this kind of book is most suitable to relieve boredom and make up for my lack of reading. The story is not long. After reading it, I can savor it carefully without swallowing it.
This is not just a love story, but the people and things that two people met in the storm they experienced, including the romantic details between husband and wife, the indifference of humanity between neighbors, and the heartbreaking wailing during the war.
The most frustrating chapter is the "doll bride". Ayong, where Sanmao lives, is a desolate Islamic city. For a turbulent area ruled by a colony, people's thoughts and education are also in an extremely backward state, except for the extreme lack of living resources. Such a social environment leads to women's low status and lack of autonomy. For the men there, women are at most accessories to continue their offspring, while Guka.
Guka is the daughter of the town police officer Handy. When Sanmao met her, Guka was only ten years old. Ten years old is an innocent age for most girls nowadays. She wears a braid, carries a schoolbag, has big bright eyes and has no worries. But at the age of ten, Guka has become someone else's bride. Seeing this, I am as shocked as Sanmao, because I can't imagine a ten-year-old girl. However, it is ironic to marry a groom who has never met before, even through a stranger named San Mao. But this is the custom of their Sahrawis, and Sanmao can't express her anger even if there is no amount. Even if I saw Guka being dragged out of the tent by a bunch of men, I could only turn my face away from her.
It's not only the drums that break the quiet of the night, but also the crying of Guka.
Now that I think about it, Guka was lucky to meet Sanmao. At least, she won't have to bear the pain of childbirth when she is 10 and become a baby mother. According to the book, Guka is about 60 years old now. If she were still alive, would she still remember Sanmao who gave her birth control pills?
The most relaxing thing to watch is "Starting from scratch". Home is called home, not only because of your existence, but also because we have gradually built a house with four walls into a nest of our love.
In this article, Sanmao tells how she turned her humble house into a hut full of artistic atmosphere. When you look at her writing these stories, it's like looking at a dreamer. Although you can't see what this home will become in the end, you can imagine that this home must be a home full of love and art through her words. In our current words, it must be an indispensable punching place in Ayong.
A white house appeared opposite the cemetery. Compared with the yellow houses in the town, it stands out from the crowd. China's calligraphy hangs on the wall, a sofa chair made of coffins, a camel's skull on the table, a "lazy sofa" made of waste tires, and the next moment a bird of paradise is flying in the wind.
The reporter said that this is Rome, and San Mao said that Rome was not built in a day. Actually, it's just like love. There are few stories about love at first sight, and more love is accumulated over time. We have gone through every hurdle of life and met or reunited at the right time. When you look at me, your eyes are full of stardust, and when I look at you, my face is full of smiles. These all happen naturally in our relationship, and the love between Sanmao and Jose is like.
Finally, I want to write the last story in the book, the crying camel. Looking at the previous story, my biggest sigh is that they are pedantic in thought and angry at the injustice of human rights. But if I look back at this story now, I don't want to. The ending of the story is still in my mind, and the title at the beginning also doomed the ending of the story to be sad and painful.
Camel is a symbol of desert, and desert people call it their god. Without camels, people in the desert will lose their way, just like there is no compass in the wilderness, they will lose their way in the vast desert and turn into dense bones in the sand.
The background of the story begins with the war. Ayong, where Sanmao was at that time, belonged to Western Sahara and was a former Spanish colony. At that time, political disputes between Saharans and Morocco were also constant. Therefore, Sanmao is a witness of that war-torn and turbulent era. She did not take part in the so-called war, but in the national war, she saw with her own eyes the ignorance of human beings, the ruthlessness of guns and fire, and the fragility and filth of human nature.
Shaida is the only person in this book who gets the most praise from San Mao. Because Saharans have deep facial features, their sunburned eyes are more beautiful. As she said, as soon as she sat down, it was like a rising moon, which suddenly enveloped the brightness of a room, and everyone unconsciously lost their expression. But her charm does not stop there. She is more educated and more open-minded than Sahrawi women here. How can such a woman with both inner and outer appearance be unattractive?
When Sanmao felt that no one was worthy of her, under the introduction of Lua, Sanmao knew that Lua's brother was the leader of the Brazilian guerrillas. In Brazil, Sanmao's eyes were different from those of most Saharans. He is polite and gentle, just like a prince, mature and steady, handsome and refined.
If it weren't for Lu's introduction, San Mao might not have thought that this person is the lover that Sunda has been hiding from. Yes, only such an extraordinary man deserves a beautiful and kind sun.
However, a dream woman, a guerrilla leader by a bonfire, in such a society full of ignorance, their national self-determination should not only face the attack of foreign invaders, but also guard against the betrayal of internal fools. In such an environment of internal troubles and foreign invasion, it is doomed that their confrontation will fail, and their love story will die at night and come to an abrupt end after the gunshot. Finally, the crowd will disperse, leaving a yellow sand soaked with blood and death.
The wind blows up the sand outside the slaughterhouse, exposing the rotting meat and bones of camels. The sun has set in the distance, and the cold wind brings the camel's plaintive cry, as if crying. Their leader is dead.
After reading this story, I can't get over it for a long time. I don't know if there is a lot of artistic color in the story, but the shock it brought me was from the inside out. When I close my eyes, I will imagine the picture of Sanmao, but we are like being chained, crying and making ourselves sound. People around us are indifferent to everything in front of us, and we are indifferent.
Perhaps, many times, we all want to live a free and easy life like San Mao, but life is actually around us. You can say that San Mao's life is a vagrant. Even after she returned to Taiwan Province Province, her heart was still wandering. We don't have San Mao's free and easy life and her life full of stories, but I hope we all have love and a life we want to live, just like San Mao, so that life will not be wasted.