Lawrence is an English novelist, poet and essayist, one of the most important and controversial novelists in Britain in the 20th century, and one of the most talented and influential figures in world literature in the 20th century. Together with Foster, Joyce, Richardson and Woolf, he is the founder of English novels in the 20th century and one of the most familiar and favorite western writers in China.
That night, she felt so miserable that everyone was stupefied, so she went out of the house. Those who are doomed to be destroyed will also die at this time. This feeling has reached the limit, and she feels relieved. If fate is going to involve people who are destined to leave this world in death and depravity, why should she bother herself and further deny herself? She felt relieved that she could find new alliances elsewhere.
She strolled to the mill in willie green. She came to Lake Willie, and the lake was full of water again, and it was not as dry as it was after the last release. Then she turned and walked to the Woods. Night has fallen, and it is already dark. But she forgot what fear is, even though she is a very timid person. The jungle here is far away from the world, and there seems to be a quiet magic here. The more a person can find pure loneliness that is not corroded by human beings, the better she feels. In fact, she is scared to death of people.
She found something on the branch on her right staring at her like a huge ghost, evasive. She was shocked all over. In fact, it is just a bright moon rising in the jungle. But the moon seems mysterious, with a pale, dead smile. She can't escape. No matter day or night, you can't avoid a face as fierce as this moon. It glows proudly and smiles proudly. She was very afraid of this pale face and hurried forward. She wants to see the swimming pool next to the mill before going home.
She is afraid of dogs in the yard, so she doesn't want to cross the yard. She turned and walked up the hill, and then came down from a height. There is a moon hanging in the empty sky, and she is exposed to the moonlight, and her heart is very uncomfortable. There are rabbits here, shining in the moonlight. Night, crystal clear and pure, unusually quiet. She could hear the sigh of a sheep in the distance.
She turned around and came to the wooded shore, where the alders were intertwined. She was glad to escape from the moon and go into the shadows. Standing on the sloping shore, she put one hand on the rough trunk and looked down at the lake. A bright moon floated in the water. But I don't know why, she doesn't like this scenery. It gave her nothing. She listened to the roaring water in the sluice. She hopes to provide her with something else this evening. She needs another night, not this deserted moonlit night. She could feel her heart calling, calling sadly.
She saw a figure moving by the water. It must be Birkin. He's back. Without saying a word, she casually sat on the root of the alder tree, shrouded in the shadow, listening to the sound of opening the floodgates echoing in the night sky. The birds in the water are steady in the dark, the reeds are dark, and only a few reeds shine in the moonlight. A fish slipped out of the water and pulled out a ray of light. On a cold night, the flash of the lake pierced the darkness, which made her feel disgusted. She expects the night sky to be dark, silent and still. Birkin's figure was small and black in the moonlight, and his hair was stained with moonlight. He approached her slowly. He is close, but she still doesn't care. He didn't know she was here. If he wants to do something, he doesn't want others to see him do it. He felt that he was doing it in great secrecy. But what does it matter? What's so important about his little privacy? What does what he did have to do with it? We are all human beings. How can we have secrets? When everything is clear and everyone knows, where will there be secrets?
As he walked, he casually stroked the flowers and muttered incoherently.
"You can't go," he said. "No way out. I can only rely on myself. "
Then he threw a dried flower into the water.
"This is a response duet-they lied to you and you sang in response to them. You don't need the truth. As long as there are no lies, you don't need the truth.
In this way, a person does not need to maintain anything. "
He stood looking at the water and dropped some flowers on the water.
"The goddess of nature, go to her! This cursed goddess! Is anyone jealous of her? What else-?"
Ursula really wants to laugh hysterically. She found his bleak tone ridiculous.
He stood there staring at the water. Then he bent down to pick up a stone and threw it into the pool. Ursula saw the moon beating and rippling, and the moon was deformed in her eyes. It stretched out its arm to set fire like a squid, and trembled before her eyes like a coral.
He stood by the pond, staring at the water, and then bent down to grope on the ground. After a loud noise, there was a watery light on the water, and the moon blew away on the water, splashing a terrible white fire. Fire-like light flew over the water like a Bai Niao, making a noise and colliding with black waves. The light from the distant peak flew away, as if it were noisily hitting the bank to find a way out, and then pressed the heavy black waves and went straight to the center of the water. In this center, the vivid, white and bright moon trembled, but it was not destroyed. This white body is crawling and struggling, but it is not broken. It seems to be blindly trying to tighten its body. Its light is getting stronger and stronger, which once again shows its power and shows that it is inviolable. The moon once again gathered strong light and successfully floated on the water.
Birkin stood there staring at the water until the water calmed down and the moon calmed down. Satisfied, he began to look for stones again. Ursula could feel his invisible stubbornness. After a while, another piece of light exploded on the water, which made her dizzy. Then he threw another stone. The moon jumped into the air with white light. Radiant, the center of the water turned into darkness. There is no moon anymore, and the water surface has become a battlefield of light and shadow, hand-to-hand combat. Dark and heavy shadows hit the moon again and again, drowning it. Intermittent broken moonlight jumps up and down, unable to find a way out, scattered on the water, like a gust of wind blowing away rose petals.
But these lights still flash back to the middle and blindly find their way. Everything is calm again, Birkin and Ursula are still staring at the water. The waves beat against the coast and made a "rushing" sound. He watched the moonlight gathering secretly, saw the centers of roses intertwined strongly and blindly, recalled those tiny spots, and let them jump together.
But he is not satisfied. He grabbed stones like crazy, searched for stones one by one in the water, and threw them straight at the shining white moon until the shadow of the moon disappeared. He only heard the empty sound, only the water was surging, and there was no moon. In the dark, only a few broken lights are flashing, meaningless, meaningless. Chaos, like a black-and-white kaleidoscope scene being shaken at will. The empty night is swaying, colliding and making a sound, mixed with the rhythmic and harsh sound of water over there. Somewhere in the distance, the scattered light and shadow are interlaced, and the shadow of weeping willows on the island is also covered with small lights. Birkin listened to the sound of water and was satisfied.
Ursula was very surprised and at that time at a loss. She felt like a basin of spilled water lying on the ground. She sat tired and depressed. Even in this case, she can still feel the light and shadow in the dark, dancing and getting together. They reunited in a center and started their lives again. Gradually, the messy light and shadow gathered together again, breathing and jumping, and seemed to retreat a few steps in a panic, and then stubbornly walked towards the goal, pretending to retreat before each advance. They flicker and gradually gather together, and the beam mysteriously expands and becomes brighter, gathering together again and again until it becomes a deformed rose. The irregularly shaped moon trembled on the water again, trying to stop shivering, overcome its own deformity and turbulence, gain its own integrity and fragrance.
Birkin lingered by the water. Ursula was afraid that he would throw stones into the water again. She slipped down from where she was sitting and said to him:
"Stop throwing stones into the water, will you?"
"How long have you been here?"
"Has been here. Stop throwing stones, will you? "
"I want to see if I can drive the moon out of the water."
"This is terrible, really. Why do you hate the moon? It didn't hurt you, did it? "
"Is it hatred?"
They were silent for a long time.
"When did you come back?"
"Today."
"Why isn't there even a letter?"
"There is nothing to say."
"Why is there nothing to say?"
"I don't know. Why are there no daisies now? "
"No."
There was another silence. Ursula, look at the moon in the water. It gathers again, trembling slightly.
"Is a person good to you?" She asked.
"Maybe it is. Of course, I don't know much. But I am much better. What have you done recently? "
"No. Look at Britain, I know I have nothing to do with it. "
"Why Britain?" He asked in surprise.
"I don't know, I just feel this way anyway."
"This is a national issue. France is even worse. "
"Yes, I know. I think all this has nothing to do with me. "
Then they walked down the hillside and sat on the roots in the shade. In the silence, he remembered her beautiful eyes again. Sometimes they are as bright and hopeful as spring water. So he said to her slowly and without difficulty:
"You are shining with golden light. I hope you can give it to me. " According to him, he seems to have been thinking about this problem for a long time.
She was surprised and seemed to jump away. But she still feels happy.
"What light?" She asked.
He was so shy that he didn't say anything and then he was silent. Gradually, she began to feel uneasy.
"My life is not happy." She said.
"Well," he replied, he didn't want to hear it.
"I don't think anyone really loves me." She said.
He didn't answer.
"Do you think so?" She said slowly? "Do you think I only need physical love? No, it's not. I need you to accompany me spiritually. "
"I know you are like this. I know you don't just ask for material things. But I want you to give me your spirit-that golden light is you, you don't understand, give it to me. "
After a moment of silence, she replied:
"What should I do? You don't love me! You just need to achieve your goal. You don't want to do anything for me, but as long as I do it for you. This is so unfair! "
He tried his best to maintain this dialogue and forced her to give in mentally.
"Two different things," he said. "This is two different things. I will do my duty for you in another way, not through you, but through another way. However, I feel that we can be together without ourselves-we are together because we are together, as if this is a phenomenon, not that we must maintain it through our own efforts. "
"No," she thought, "you are an egoist. You have never been enthusiastic, and you have never released sparks to me. You just need yourself, really, your own business. You need me and only in this sense can I serve you. "
But her words can only make him close his heart.
"What is this is not important. Is there such a thing between us? "
"You don't love me at all." She cried.
"I love it," he said angrily, "but I think-"His heart once again saw the golden light in her eyes like spring water, which seemed to come from some window. He wants her to be with him in this cold world. But what's the point of telling her this? Why are you talking to her? This idea can't be expressed in words. What oath can only destroy her. The idea is that birds in the sky will never enter their nests. It must fly to love by itself.
"I always thought I would get love, but you let me down. You don't love me, you know. You don't want to be responsible for me. You only need yourself. " (Chapter 19)
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abstract
Woman in Love represents the highest achievement of Lawrence's novel creation. It explores the psychological problems about love with extraordinary enthusiasm and depth.
The novel takes two sisters as the protagonists and describes their different emotional experiences and love experiences. Sister Yusula is a gentle and beautiful middle school teacher; My sister Goodilan, a minor celebrity, is an artist with talent and pride. Goudron met Gerald, the only son of the mine owner, and her primitive desire ignited the passion of love. However, after the passion, she and another artist fell into the carnival of love in disappointment and pain. Yusula fell in love with Ji Bo, the inspector of this area. She is bent on making the other person a prisoner of love, while the other person wants to keep a spiritual distance in the blend of spirit and flesh. ...
Lawrence devoted his life to the creation of male and female sex novels. While revealing the love between men and women, he raised the description of sex to the height of philosophy and aesthetics, accompanied by intense sexual experience and serious thinking about social issues such as history, politics, religion and economy.
Brief introduction of the author
Lawrence (1885- 1930) is one of the most unique and controversial British writers in the 20th century. Born into a miner's family in Nottingham, he entered Nottingham University at the age of 21. He wrote more than forty novels, poems, travel notes and other works in his life. Sons and Lovers is regarded as his best novel. Lawrence advocates the free development of human nature and opposes the destruction of nature by industrial civilization. His works deeply discussed family, marriage and sex, which had a wide influence on the novel creation in the 20th century. She is an English poet, novelist and essayist who has been wandering at home and abroad for more than ten years. He wrote poems, but mainly novels, including 10 * *, the most famous ones are Rainbow (19 15), Women in Love (192 1) and Lady Chatterley's Lover.
Editor's recommendation
This book is one of the "world classic love novels". This book is called Lloyd's four novels together with Lady Chatterley's Lover, Sons and Lovers and Rainbow. The love clues of two couples in the book are intertwined, and the love of the opposite sex, the friendship of the same sex, the entanglement of old feelings and the conflict between father and daughter unfold one by one.
catalogue
Chapter One Two Sisters
Chapter II Wasteland
Chapter III Classroom
Chapter IV Divers
Chapter 5 On the train
Chapter VI Mint Wine
Chapter VII Totem
Chapter VIII Bradley
Chapter 9 Coal Dust
Chapter 10 Sketchbook
Chapter 11 Islands
Chapter 12 Carpet
Chapter 13 MINO
Chapter 14 Water Party
Chapter 15 Weekend nights
Chapter 16 Between men
Chapter 17 Industrial tycoons
Chapter 18 Rabbit
Chapter 19 The moonlight is dim
Chapter 20 Celebration
The beginning of chapter 21
Chapter 22 Between women
Chapter 23 Travel
Chapter 24 Death and Love
Chapter 25 Marriage or not
Chapter 26 Chair
Chapter 27 Escape
Chapter 28 Pompado Cafe
Chapter 29 Continental Europe
Chapter 30 Snow mounds
Chapter 31 End