In the past, when Schubert was playing in the headphones or reading the poem "Winter Journey" word for word, I never thought that one day I would read such an indescribable novel. Even at this moment, I have put the book down for a long time, and I am still surrounded by the huge lingering sound and wind.
Wandering Castle, a city born due to the inspiration brought by poetry and music, is wandering and unable to determine its direction. Just like the wind, you can only listen and feel it, but you can never touch it. Hans came here one winter night. This city attracted him, and it also attracted me with its colors that combine romance, classicism, mystery, poetry, literature, and dreams. What moved me the most was of course the characters’ comments on history, literature, philosophy and art in one salon after another. (They talk about everything, poetry, novels, dramas, diaries, letters, etc.) Those passionate discussions, arguments, and collisions undoubtedly bring intellectual happiness to readers. Watching them argue with each other passionately and powerfully, I seemed to have participated in the salon and reunited with names that were no longer unfamiliar to me: Byron, Shelley, Heine, Goethe, Schiller, Wordsworth, Nova Leith, Holderlin, Robert Burns, Gongora... I was among them, forgetting my earthly self.
"Laissez-faire, laissez-passer, le monde va de lui-même."
Let it be, let it pass, and the world will take its own course.
“Nemo infirmitatis animi immune est.”
No one’s soul is immune to illness.
“My soul has been cut to its dimensions for you.”
“Per omnia saecula saeculorum.”
For ever and ever.
"What is life? A craze!"
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These proverbs and poems keep appearing and passing through the book , covering the stories that happened in Wandering Castle and everyone in the stories with a moving literary coat. It is a wonderful feast for readers who love poetry. It includes four kinds of flowers that appear in the book, magnolia, tuberose, sophora japonica, and violet, which respectively represent perseverance, danger and joy, underground love, and a peaceful heart. Viola flowers are used very well. The book says, "Only those with a peaceful heart will choose those flowers." At that moment, Sophie no longer felt flustered and hesitant. She had made a decision, so she was at peace. Sophie stayed true to herself, chose love and freedom in love and marriage. These four flower languages ??are also a side portrait of the love process of Hans and Sophie. From various aspects, we can see the author's profound literary foundation and exploration and perception of beauty.
I have imagined countless times what kind of lovers I will have in the future. Is he as obsessed with literature or music as I am? Would he discuss my favorite authors and poets with me, spend a whole day with me in the library? We may argue over the translation of a line of poetry, or we may accidentally read a wonderful passage and share the same joy.
Hans and Sophie's love is exactly like this. Literature and sex became a deep bond between them in a harmonious way. They are destined to fall in love, from the testing of each other at the beginning of the conversation, to a veiled but fiery look in the salon, to the madness regardless of the consequences. The arrival of Hans was a miracle, which contributed to Sophie's consummation. He made her truly independent and had the courage to pursue the love in her heart, and completely changed the trajectory of her subsequent life. Like the fascinating description in the book: "They were alone together, going from books to crib, and from crib to books, looking for words and reading each other's bodies. In this way, unintentionally, they reached a kind of * **The same language, rewriting what they have read, and translating for each other. The longer they work together, the more they can discover love and translation, understand a person and translate a text, and re-express a poem and a poem in different words. How similar it is to find expression for another person's feelings." They delivered themselves in poetry translation, language and sex, enriching each other's souls and skeletons.
As for my favorite organist, I don’t know how to describe him. He lives in a cave with a piano and a dog, and his sincerity is everything he has. Oh, forget the wind that permeates the mountains and fields. Perhaps, and Hans who happened to visit his life. The organist is a representative of tranquility and wisdom in my heart. He never panics or searches blindly. He just looks at the sky for a long time with gentle and peaceful eyes. Listening to the sound of the wind and playing his organ, these are his home, everything to him, and he enjoys it, discovering different beauties around him every day. As he lay dying, he said he wanted to lie down on the ground and stay in a cave. What does it matter that crows and hawks, caterpillars and ants will eat his body? What the organist left to Hans in the end was not only the organ that he loved dearly, but also his faith and the open-mindedness that "this place of peace is my hometown". He was Hans' greatest comfort in this strange city, and the reason why I shed tears for this book.
The last chapter of the novel is called "The Use of Wind".
Hans seems to be the embodiment of wind.
At the end, through the perspective of the wind, he blew through every corner of Wandering Castle, taking him and me to gaze for the last time at the existences that had accompanied his life, that hotel, the small square, that cave, And his lover, who is about to embark on an unknown journey, finally falls on the organ at his feet. The wind never stopped, and Hans drifted away, but there was something about him that stayed here forever.
Wandering Castle is nowhere to be found on the map, or it may be the homecoming of all travelers who don’t know where they are going.