As an adult, Amir can never forgive his betrayal of Hassan. In order to atone, Amir once again set foot in his hometown after more than 20 years, hoping to make a final effort for his unfortunate friend, only to find a shocking lie, and his childhood nightmare was repeated again. How should Amir choose? The novel is so cruel and beautiful that the author uses warm and delicate brushstrokes to outline the essence and redemption of human nature, which makes people feel sad.
"There is nothing more despicable than stealing.
emir
? Baba said. "A man who takes things that don't belong to him.
Is it a life or a "naan" ... I spit on such a man. If I have an intersection with him,
God bless him. You got it? "[qh]
"Nothing is more heinous than stealing, Amir." Dad said, "If someone takes something that doesn't belong to him, whether it's life or a piece of cake, I will spit on him." If I meet him in the street, God can't save him. You got it? "[qh]
I found the idea of Baba beating up a thief both exciting and terrible. "yes.
Baba. "[qh]
I found that my father's idea of beating a thief made me both excited and scared. "I understand, Dad." [qh]
"If God really exists,
Then I hope he has more important things to do than drinking scotch or eating pork. at present
Jump down. All this talk about sin makes me thirsty again. "[qh]
"If there is a God, I hope he has other more important things to do, instead of paying attention to my drinking hard liquor. All right, let's go down. Having said so many crimes, I am thirsty again. " [qh][qh][qh][qh][qh]
I watched him fill the bar and wondered how long it would be before we could talk again like just now. Because the truth is,
I always feel that my father hates me a little. Why not? after all
I have killed his beloved wife.
His beautiful princess
I didn't? The least I can do is to be more like him with dignity. But I didn't become like him. Not at all. [qh]
I watched him fill the glass at the bar and thought, how long will it take us to talk like this again? Because the facts are there, I always feel that my father hates me a little. Why not? After all, I killed his beloved wife and his beautiful princess, didn't I? I can at least try to be more like him. But I didn't become like him, not at all. [qh]
Studying.
We used to play a game called Xie Jiangji.
Or "The Battle of Poetry" Persian teacher presided over this test. The test is like this: You recite a paragraph from a poem, and your opponent has 60 seconds to answer a poem that begins with the same letter that ends your poem. Everyone in our class wants me to join their team.
Because when I was 1 1 years old,
I can recite dozens of poems by khayyam.
h？ Fez hat
Or Rumi's famous "Masna Wei". once
I competed with the whole class and won. Later that night, I told my father about it.
But he just nodded.
murmur
"Very good." [qh]
At school, we often play a game of linking sentences, that is, a poetry contest. The teacher who teaches Persian is in charge. The rule is this: you recite a poem, and your opponent has six seconds to answer, but it must start from the last word of the poem you recite. Everyone in my class wants to be with me, because at the age of eleven, I was able to recite Omar Hayya's M1048 ~1122, an ancient Persian poet. Representing dozens of poems such as Rubaiyato Fomarkhayya'm and Hafiz (ShamseddinMohammadHa~fez about 1320 ~ about 1388, an ancient Persian poet), Rumi's famous Mowlanajalaluddinrumi (65438) can also recite.
Masna Wei is his story poem. Once, I played ball on behalf of the whole class and won a game. I told dad that night, and he just nodded and mumbled, "Not bad." [qh]
This is how I got rid of my father's indifference.
In my dead mother's book. And Hassan
Of course. I read everything.
Rumi
h？ Fez hat
Saadi
Victor Hugo
Jules Verne
[Name] Mark Twain (American humorist, novelist, writer and speaker)
Ian fleming. When I finished reading my mother's books-not those boring history books.
I never liked these.
But novels
Epic-I began to spend my pocket money on books. I buy one in the bookstore near the cinema park every week.
When I finished using the bookshelves, I put them in the carton. [qh]
In order to escape my father's indifference, I buried myself in the book left by my dead mother. Except Hassan, of course. I read everything, Rumi, Hafez, Sadi (Moseler Hal? DinSaadiShirazi (about 12 10 ~ about 1290, an ancient Persian poet), Victor Hugo, Jules Verne, Mark Twain, Ian Fleming (ian fleming, 1908 ~ 1964. I go to the bookstore near the cinema park every week to buy a book until it can't fit on the shelf and put it in the carton.