The novel tells the story of two close girls, Du and Duan, who grow up from enemies to friends and face friendship, love, survival and death. Through their love and hate with Ji Yan, Xiao Jiezi, Tang Xiao and the plumber, they emphasized the love between people and the harmony between man and nature. This story tells us that the bridge from suffering to peace and from evil to goodness is to convert to religion. Although religion can't stop the tragedy of life, it can help the tragic life live in peace, without being crazy because of excessive fear or violent because of excessive hatred. It can also find happiness in adversity. Although this idea is well-founded, I think it has been deeply imprinted with Zhang Yueran's personal imprint. This is the answer of a new generation after thinking hard about the basic problems that plague the human soul. Here, the aura of theology has basically dissipated, shining with a kind of human light and a kind of compassionate humanistic feelings. This feeling has become the support of pursuing a happy life in this originally empty and windy world. This feeling, in today's endless world of resentment and resentment, is even more generous, just like the simple and rich echo from the cathedral organ.
Zhang Yueran is different from those young writers. Obviously, what she tells is not only the indulgence of youth and the rebellion against tradition, but also the careful dream and verification, thinking and feeling in the confusion of growing up. In her novels, there is no cynicism that has become a fashion routine in most young writers' works, no nagging and irrelevant noise and impetuousness, and no small skill of playing word games only in the literal sense-in fact, it is a student accent, and all of this can not be separated from her ideological depth. Her thinking always makes me feel beyond her age and involves many basic problems of human existence. Although the sages can't give a standard answer to these problems, as long as the tentacles of thought extend to this level, they are close to the essence.
Zhang Yueran's imaginative talent and sad temperament make her novels romantic and mysterious, graceful and elegant. She is sensitive and versatile, trying to explore in many fields, making her youth mottled and gorgeous. She captures every valuable information symbol endowed by this era lightly and skillfully, and then integrates it perfectly and meticulously in her novels. In the framework of the story, we can see the influence of western art films, romantic novels in Hong Kong and Taiwan, world classic fairy tales and so on. In the novel images and scenes, we can see that Japanese animation is pure and refined, simple and pure; You can see the strong colors and elegant halos of western oil paintings; Fashion simplicity and free taste of fashion clothes; The elegant modeling of ballet and the terrible rise of Gothic architecture. In the novel language, she has the closeness and sensation of popular songs, the artistic conception and conciseness of poetry, the long implication of classic dialogues in movies and a broad spiritual space. All the relevant cultural forms that this generation of teenagers have come into contact with are basically accepted by her and become her complicated resources. Then, on this * * * freehand brushwork resource, through the melting pot of personality endowment, artistic characteristics with shining personality are cast.
It should be said that Zhang Yueran is lucky and diligent. She has a writing talent that is not commensurate with her age: extraordinary feeling, outstanding thinking, and the ability to control structure and words, which is flourishing with her growth. Her unremitting exploration and pursuit of literary creation have achieved these small gains. I have had this feeling since I finished reading Away from Cherry, and like the author, I am enjoying the pleasure brought by this harvest from time to time.
The author's feeling of things is slender and keen, with the depth and persistence of her time. Everything and phenomena in life are the contact points that cause her feelings and associations. Needless to say, the swings, churches and cherries in the book-this is a unique complex that has become an innate part of the characters in the book. She can describe what she has seen, heard and remembered, which may be different from most people's acceptance habit of thinking about taste from reading.
The sun has set, and you still have the moon. The faint moonlight filters the impetuousness and uneasiness of life for you. You are a vast sky, and it will rise brilliantly sooner or later. The sail has fallen, and you still have oars. Even if it is the only sail you have left, you don't have to beg for the wind. Grasping the pulp in your hand can still reach the other side of life. The fruit has fallen, and you still have seeds. Even if all your gains are behind, don't pray for the years. Watering the future with sweat will surely reap a bumper smile. Life is a chess game, and the player is yourself. As long as you can control it, yesterday and today have fallen behind, and you still have tomorrow; A hope has fallen, and you still have new hopes to fight for. As long as you can forge ahead, your career and love have fallen, and you still have a journey; Rainbow again and again, you can weave new rainbows and plant new life. As long as you have confidence, even if everything falls down, you still have faith; No matter the mountains or the stormy waves ahead, it will escort you ... What is happiness and what is misfortune in life is actually just a different interpretation of "depravity". However, if you choose the sea, may you be a lonely sail on an island, struggling to impact the waves and bearing the surge of the sea. If you choose the sun, I wish you were a drop of dew, reflecting the sun with your face and gathering lines with your heart. If you choose the earth, may you be a trembling blade of grass, weaving the green of the earth and embroidering the farthest horizon. I want to be this wonderful thing with you and describe this beautiful world ... The closer you get to some famous people, the more you will find their loftiness and greatness, and admiration will arise. Hawking is like this. Once, at the end of the academic report, a young female reporter jumped onto the podium. Facing this great scientist who has lived in a wheelchair for more than 30 years, he deeply admired him and asked piteously, "Mr. Hawking, Luger's disease has fixed you in a wheelchair forever. Don't you think fate has lost you too much? " Hawking's face is full of a calm smile. He tapped the keyboard with his movable fingers, so the following words were slowly but conspicuously displayed on the huge projection screen: my fingers can still move, and my brain can still think; I have the ideal that I pursue all my life. I love my relatives and friends. By the way, I still have a grateful heart ... after my heart trembled, the applause thundered. People are deeply moved, not because of his suffering, but because of his persistence, optimism and courage when facing suffering directly. Milton once said, "The heart is the world you move. You can turn hell into heaven or heaven into hell. " Knowing this truth, in the modern life full of all kinds of pressures, we can achieve an ideological, cultural and spiritual self-rescue by creating a state of mind, living poetically and transcending life, thus opening up a spiritual peach blossom garden full of ecstasy. When Hawking lost everything he loved, he not only lived strong, but also lived great. He brought us not only scientific wisdom, but also the most precious spirit of mankind. Hawking's experience tells us that it can't be disease or anything else that binds your mind. The only possibility is yourself. There is a good Christian saying: "When God closes this door, he will open another window in another place." When the situation gets in their way, most people will find another way out. When you rise and fail again and again, when you run around helplessly and see the last door closed, no one cares about you and supports you, you can't see a glimmer of hope. You are depressed, complaining, giving up on yourself, and even losing the courage to live. But don't forget, compared with Fish in the Mariana Trench, we have at least sunshine, air, songs and flowers. No matter how cruel and painful we are, we have no reason to despair. It is only your heart that casts a shadow, and the darkness inside is more terrible than the darkness of the world. If you lose hope and confidence, you lose your life. Hawking is actually a light of life. In life, we sometimes lose the confidence to persist. In fact, we just lose that little light of life. Even a little light is enough to give yourself great strength and comfort and enhance your belief in survival. Fear of life, fear of a supreme spiritual height. Therefore, when reading Hawking, what we should understand most are the two treasures hidden in his shriveled body: the brain that never stops scientific thinking and the indomitable heart. For each of us, understanding these two points will benefit us for life. 1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart. 2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused. 4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging. The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves. 6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? 7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest. 8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence. 9. Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which makes people who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world; Love is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately. 10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory. 1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking. 14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age. 15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts. 17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. 18, when the yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind and floating out of the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour. 19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless. 20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people. 2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent. 22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars. If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business. 24, once thought that a helpless cry, the memo is all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ... 25. The moonlight was quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my elderly mother under the lamp ... 26. At night, the spring breeze blew gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind. I'm so tired, I have to give points.