At this time, the drum sounded, and its sound was very depressing, monotonous and spread far away. If you don't know in advance that it is a wedding, this mysterious rhythm is really scary. While wearing a sweater, I walked to my hometown in Handi, and at the same time fantasized that I was encountering a beautiful story that was impossible to imagine.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert. 2. "I don't want to give it to my family first, and then decorate me. I don't need clothes in the desert. " He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time. The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather. When a moth puts out the fire, it must be happy. A woman scraped all the black flesh off her body, but she hasn't washed it off yet. Outside, her child cried. She ran out naked, brought in a few months old baby and sat on the ground to nurse.
The sewage from her chin, neck, face and hair flows to her chest, and the child sucks milk with this sewage. I stared at this horrible and filthy scene, and my stomach churned again. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I turned and ran out of the room.
I ran all the way to the outermost room, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then went back to the barbed wire to get clothes to wear. "They say you don't take a shower, just stand and watch. What is there to see? " The proprietress asked me with great interest.
"See how you take a bath." I answered her with a smile.
"You spent forty dollars just to have a look?" Her eyes widened. "Not expensive, it's worth coming.
""this is the outside of the body, but also the inside. " She said again.
"Wash inside?" I don't understand what she said. She made a gesture to gut me and surprised me.
"Where to wash? Please tell me. " I was surprised and happy, and my clothes were buckled wrong.
"At the seaside, go and have a look. In Bohado Bay, a lot of marijuana was built. In spring, I will go there for seven days and wash for seven days. " When I was cooking at night, I said to Jose, "She said she would wash it in it, too, by the sea in Bohado."
""Did you hear me right? "Jose was also taken aback." Yes, she also made a gesture. I want to have a look.
"I begged jose. It is not far from the small town of Ayong on the Atlantic coast. It takes less than 400 miles to go back and forth, and it can go back and forth in one day.
We heard that there is a bay in Bohado, and the other coast of Western Sahara, nearly a thousand miles away, is almost all rocks and has no beach. The car drove along the sand until the sea was not lost, and it took another hour to slowly find Bohado Bay on the rocky shore.
"Look, it's down there." Jose said.
Our car stopped at the edge of a broken rock, dozens of meters below, and the blue sea water quietly flowed into a semi-circular bay. There are countless white tents on the beach in the bay. Men, women and children walk around and look very comfortable and peaceful. "This troubled times and this kind of life.
"I sighed with envy. This is simply the realm of the Peach Blossom Garden. I can't go down. I've looked everywhere. The people below must have their secret path.
"Jose said after walking on the cliff. Jose pulled the new hemp rope out of the car and tied it to the bumper. Then he piled a big stone on the edge of the wheel and stuck it. When the rope was fastened, he threw it off the cliff.
"I'll teach you, don't hang your whole body weight on the rope. You should step on the stone under your feet. The rope is just to stabilize your things. Are you afraid? " I stood on the edge of the cliff and listened to his explanation. The wind made people tremble. "Are you afraid?" Ask me again.
"Very scared, quite scared." I'll be honest.
"Well, I'm afraid I'll go down first and you come." Jose went down with photographic equipment on his back.
I took off my shoes and hung barefoot on the cliff. A strange bird circled me halfway. I was afraid it would peck my eyes, so I had to hurry down to the ground. As a result, I was distracted and fell to the ground without much fear. "shh! This way.
"Jose is behind a big stone. When I landed, Jose told me not to make any noise. I saw three or five naked Sahrawi women carrying seawater.
These women carried the seawater from the bucket to the beach and poured it into a big jar with a belt tube under it to hold the water. One woman was lying on the beach, and the other put a tube into her body, like an enema, while holding a jar in her hand, and water flowed into her intestines through the tube.
I gave Jose a push, pointed to the telephoto lens and told him to put it on. He forgot to take a picture and looked amazed. Water flowed out of a big jar, and the woman next to it poured another jar of seawater and continued to pour it on the lying woman. After three times, the woman couldn't help moaning, and then she poured a big bucket of water. She began to scream, as if in great pain.
We are afraid to see behind the rock. This hose was finally pulled out and inserted into another woman's stomach for cleaning, and the woman who had poured water here was poured into her mouth again.
According to the proprietress of "Spring", it takes seven days to wash the interior three times a day. This is a veritable spring cleaning. It is incredible that a person's body can hold so much water. After a while, the woman covered in water staggered to her feet and walked slowly towards us.
She squatted on the beach and began to excrete. There are countless dirty things in her stomach, many of which are spilled. She immediately backed off and spilled it again. At the same time, she grabbed the sand with her hand, covered her spilled feces in front of her, spilled and buried it like this, and spilled more than a dozen piles without stopping. I couldn't help laughing when the woman squatted there and suddenly sang. Her scene was so funny that I couldn't help laughing.
Jose jumped up and covered my mouth, but it was too late. When the naked woman turned around and saw us behind the stone, her face was twisted with fear and her mouth was open. She ran dozens of steps screaming.
When we are called by her, we must stand up straight. When we watched it again, many people ran out of the tent over there. The woman pointed at us and they came at us angrily. "Run, jose.
"I want to laugh and feel nervous. I let out a yell and started running. After running, I called back: "It's very important to take a good photo camera! "We fled to the place where the rope was hanging.
2. The story of San Mao Sahara 1. Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, thus forming the Sahara.
2. Take a second to turn around and leave, and a lifetime to forget.
When you know it's going to rain, you should take an umbrella. When you know it won't succeed, please don't start!
4. Some people leave and never come back, so waiting and hesitation are the most ruthless killers in this world!
The words "promise" and "oath" are both intentional.
6. What are you doing? I am looking up at the sky. What is a 30-degree look? This is the way I miss her. Why do you want to raise your head to 30 degrees? In order not to let my tears fall.
7. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future?
8. Some people will be engraved in their memories forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.
9. Love is a debt owed in my last life, and I will pay it back in this life-I must have been vulgar in my last life, so I have no debt to pay back in this life!
3. Sahara's post-reading feeling [Sahara's post-reading feeling] A long time ago, I asked a friend where he wanted to go most, and the other person answered Morocco. After reading The Story of the Sahara, I asked why, saying that I like Sanmao and the Sahara described by Sanmao, so I want to go to Morocco to see the real Sahara. His words also deeply influenced my feelings for Morocco. I happen to have a chance to go to Morocco in a few days. When I got this book, I first experienced the desert scenery in the text. I am delighted to find that this book, like Six Chapters of a Floating Life, describes the bits and pieces around me in delicate and plain language. The article is like a simple girl, without any grandiose decoration or pretentious affectation. This is a vivid and passionate natural exhibition. Looking at Sanmao's book, it seems that she is telling stories to herself. Reflections on the story of Sahara. The article is told in the simplest and most straightforward way. Even the most worrying love, even the most shocking moral touch, is gentle and sincere in the article. No arguments, no comments, it gives you enough space to imagine freely like China's landscape paintings. How monotonous life in the desert is. However, she can show us gorgeous touch in this single color life. She will be happy that she can eat fresh vegetables, and she will be worried that Jose is stuck in the mud. Compare Sanmao's poor life and write her rich feelings. In my rich life, is my heart also rich? [Story of Sahara] Essay: Everything in this world is accomplished by hope. A farmer will not peel off a corn if he never wants it to grow into a seed. A bachelor will never get married if he never wants to have children; A businessman will not go to work if he doesn't expect to make a profit from it.
4. The story of Sahara: ① Sahara desert P 12 1 ladder.
Day after day, I, a "black sheep" who didn't grow up in the desert, tried to spend that long and depressing time vividly.
This is a cool autumn.
(2) (It's character description. . Personally, it's not bad. ) P 123 started from scratch.
He wore a khaki shirt and dirty jeans that day, and hugged my arm strongly, but his hands were rough, his hair and beard were covered with yellow dust, and the wind blew on his face, Jiao Hong, and his lips were chapped, but his eyes seemed to have a dull pain caused by trauma.
(3) (and this) P239 crying camel
She slowly opened her arms, wrapped in a dark blue dress and combed a low bun, and greeted me affectionately. Her eyes reveal true feelings. The sky behind her doesn't know when there is no morning gray cloud, and it is as blue as water.
④P24 1
There is no second Sahara in the world. Only those who love it will show you its beauty and gentleness, return your love silently with its eternal earth and sky, and promise your promise silently. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms.
There are many good paragraphs in the book, and the whole book is also very durable. I hope you can finish reading it! O(∩_∩)O
5. I have always liked Sanmao after reading the story of Sahara.
I like her writing, like her open-minded and optimistic attitude, and even more infatuated with her love with her husband Jose. The Story of the Sahara tells the story of San Mao and Jose living in the Sahara desert.
Although there are no flowery words to weave, just plain language makes my heart surge with moving trends. "Jose saw me treat people like dolls and often squeezed a cold sweat for me. He thought I was fooling around, but he didn't know there was a lot of love behind me. "
San Mao is a "chaotic" person in "Hanging Pot to Help the World". But I think, even if you mess around again, you have no experience in studying medicine, and it is impossible to give drugs to people far from civilization just by feeling.
But it turns out that San Mao, who seems to be fooling around, did it in such a chaotic way. Have you ever thought that what is hidden behind this chaos is great concern and goodwill for the Saharan people?
When San Mao's neighbor Guka was about to get married, she had a boil the size of a walnut on her leg, so her mother asked San Mao for help. At first Sanmao just gave Guka some anti-inflammatory tablets and ointment.
But Gu Ka didn't get well, so San Mao had to turn to China's old prescription-mashing soybeans and applying them to the affected area. Miraculously, it only took a few days to get the card.
Saharans who didn't want to go to the hospital to have their teeth filled also found Sanmao. Jose looked at Sanmao sarcastically when he learned that Sanmao had turned to be a dentist. "When did you become a dentist?" When he learned that Sanmao used nail polish to fill his teeth, his hair stood on end, and Sanmao, a witch doctor, had already escaped ... "It's strange that without outsiders to prove you, you often can't see your own value.
For a time, I was intoxicated in this sandcastle. "In" Starting from scratch ",Sanmao is a person who is not afraid of difficulties and comes to the Sahara Desert without hesitation, just for the inner call.
Even if it is exposed to the sun all the year round, even if it is extremely short of water, even if it is full of wind and sand all day. However, the emaciated San Mao still carried it down and decorated his humble home in the Sahara with a sense of art and beauty.
I was moved by Sanmao's kindness and fearlessness, but what really touched me was Sanmao's unrestrained and free-flying heart. "My life, wandering in many countries.
I have lived in a highly civilized society, and I have seen and tasted enough. I'm not touched. My lifestyle has been influenced more or less by them, but I have never left my heart in a fixed place for the city where I live. "I am very grateful to San Mao. He not only let me know the beautiful sunrise and sunset in the Sahara, the unique desert scenery in the Sahara, but also let me know the most primitive hearts of Saharans under camel bells in the desert.
6. What are the good sentences in The Story of the Sahara? 1. At that time, I was like a wounded beast, angered by a little thing, and even cried weakly. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
Every time I miss you, a grain of sand falls from the sky and forms the Sahara. Every time I miss you, a drop of water falls from the sky, thus forming the Pacific Ocean. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
He knows that I am a stubborn woman, and I won't change my plan. When I went to suffer in the desert for love, I decided to wander with him for life. Sanmao's Sahara story
4, deliberately looking for things, often can not be found. Everything in the world comes and goes in his time. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
When I smile, my face looks like spring flowers, which will definitely touch people, no matter who he is! -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
6. After dinner, we sat on the roof. There was no wind that night. Jose told me to turn on the light, and it came on. Swarms of flying insects rushed over at once. They kept circling around the light, as if it were the only living thing they knew. The two of us watch these little flying insects. What are you thinking about? Jose said. I was thinking that moths must be very happy when they put out the fire. The Story of Sahara —— Sanmao's Story of Sahara
7. I still know how to cherish every pebble in the sand. I can't bear to forget every sunrise and sunset. What's more, how can I erase them from my memory with a living face? -"The Story of Sahara" San Mao
8. People are really strange. Without outsiders to prove you, you often can't see your own value. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
If I don't like millionaires, I won't get married. If I like multimillionaires, I will get married. Sanmao's Sahara story
10, home, for everyone, is the source of joy! No matter how bitter it is, it is warm. Even if a slave has a home, he doesn't feel too sorry. The Story of Sahara-Dumb Slave (San Mao)
1 1, Jose has a great advantage. What San Mao did may seem crazy to others, but it seems natural to him. -"The Story of Sahara"
12, the process of life, whether it's Chun Xue, vegetables, tofu, I'll have a taste of what it is, so as not to waste such a trip! Sanmao's Sahara story
13, these are not very correct statements. Fortunately, how others analyze me has nothing to do with me. -The Story of Sahara/Sanmao
14, he who sees through, escapes into an empty net, obstinately dies, and loses his life in vain. In this way, he ate all the birds and threw them into the forest, and the land was so clean. -A Dream of Red Mansions is taken from San Mao's Story of the Sahara.
15, a free life, in my explanation, is spiritual civilization. -San Mao "The Story of the Sahara"
1. About the author: Sanmao (1943 March 26th-199165438+1October 4th) was originally named Chen Maoping, and was later renamed Chen Ping.
2. 1943 was born in Chongqing, 1948 moved to Taiwan Province province with his parents, and he is a famous contemporary writer in China.
3, 1967 to study in Spain, and then to Germany, the United States and so on. 1973 settled in the western Sahara desert and married Jose.
4. 198 1 After returning to Taiwan Province, he once taught at the Culture University. 1984 resigned from his teaching post and concentrated on writing and speaking.
5. 199 1 1 died in the hospital at the age of 48.
6. Sanmao's works are also widely circulated in Chinese communities around the world. His life works and translations are very rich, with 24 kinds of * * *.
7. appreciation of the story of Sahara 1. At dusk, the sun sets and the vast desert is dyed blood red. Then the drums sounded.
Get up, its sound is very depressing, monotonous and travels far, if it is not known in advance that it is a wedding, this kind.
The mysterious rhythm is really scary. I put on my sweater and walked to Handy's house, imagining myself running at the same time.
The beautiful story of Arabian Nights.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert.
After dinner, we sat on the roof. There was no wind that night. Jose told me to turn on the light, and it came on. Swarms of flying insects rushed over at once. They kept circling around the light, as if it were the only living thing they knew.
The two of us watch these little flying insects.
"What are you thinking?" Jose said.
"I was thinking that moths must be very happy when they put out the fire."
"I was thinking, why do we have to make furniture? Why can't we sit on the mat all our lives like Saharans? "
"Because we are not them."
"Why can't I change it, let me ask you?" I didn't think of this question until I held three pieces of wood.
"Why don't they eat pork?" Jose smiled.
"That is a religious issue, not a lifestyle issue."
"Why don't you like camel meat? Can't Christianity eat camels? "
"In my religion, camels are used for threading needles, not for other purposes."
"So we still need furniture to live a life without sadness."
That afternoon, I was sorting out several boxes of books shipped by sea and came across some photos of myself.
One, wearing a long skirt, fur coat, combed hair and long earrings, is listening to The Clown of Berlin Opera House.
The other is a winter night in Madrid, singing, dancing and drinking red wine with a large group of prodigals (women) in a small hotel in the old city. I am very beautiful in the photo, with long hair hanging down my shoulders and a smile.
I looked at the past one by one, leaving a big pile of photos and falling to the ground in vain. That kind of mood is like a dead body, which leads my soul to the homesickness platform to meet his relatives.
The sand is the same sand, the sky is the same sky and the tornado is the same tornado. At the end of this isolated world, in a place as primitive as heaven and earth, unfamiliar terms such as the United Nations, The Hague International Court of Justice and national self-determination are as faint and unreal as smoke to many people who really live here.
"This is my land and my parents are buried here." Shaida's eyes suddenly blurred, as if there were some unspeakable secrets and hidden pains in her heart, so she sat still and forgot to speak again.
"What about you? San Mao? " It was a long time before she asked me.
"I don't want to. I like it here. "
"What attracts you here?" She asked me strangely.
"What attracts me here? The sky is vast, scorching sun and storms, and there are joys and sorrows in a lonely life. Even these ignorant people, I love and hate them the same, very confused, alas! I can't figure it out myself. "
"What will happen to you if this land is yours?"
"Probably like you, I study nursing, but actually-what's the difference between mine and mine?" I sighed.
There is no second Sahara in the world. Only to those who love it, it presents its beauty and gentleness to you, silently returns your love with its eternal earth and sky, and silently promises you. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms.
Don't drag out an ignoble existence, go into exile!
Friend, we didn't know each other before, and we haven't met now, but why should we meet when we meet in life?
I don't feel close to you in Taipei, and I don't feel far away from you in Africa. As long as we know each other and appreciate each other, the end of the world is really so close!
Although I often hold the rudder of the boat of life, in the dark, I hang the shining guiding star quietly, but it is my God. I'll go wherever he tells me to go. In my heart, there is no fear, no sadness, only a little disappointment of parting.
Because of God's eternal love, I can learn to love everyone, every plant, every tree and every piece of sand in the world.
2. "I don't want it Give it to my family first, then decorate it for me. I don't need clothes in the desert. "
He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time.
The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather.
8. appreciation of the story of Sahara 1. At dusk, the sun sets and the vast desert is dyed blood red. Then the drums sounded.
Get up, its sound is very depressing, monotonous and travels far, if it is not known in advance that it is a wedding, this kind.
The mysterious rhythm is really scary. I put on my sweater and walked to Handy's house, imagining myself running at the same time.
The beautiful story of Arabian Nights.
The combination of dynamic and static shows the author's mood at that time with the colors and drums of the desert.
2. "I don't want it Give it to my family first, then decorate it for me. I don't need clothes in the desert. "
He still wears leather shoes with holes in the soles to work.
In a word, he wrote Jose's simple family-oriented character and the hardships of life at that time.
The sun shines like molten iron, and I am basked in watching the world rotate slowly.
Write about Jose's hard work at that time and the weather.