Rebecca

时间:2022-01-12 07:36:31 作者:会员上传

When reading the novel is after dinner for two hours, perhaps ending to my surprise, I have not come back to life for a while. Remember to write, oh, I thought a little at the moment not spinning in my mind is manderley, Maxim Derent, Mrs. Derent, Lv Beika, Frank, Mrs. Danforth --- these common foreign names and the ups and downs of the novels usually leave the aftertaste.

In manderley, the first time I heard the flowers of every hue: "Ziyang, it flowers once famous, but now because no pruning care has become a wild plant. Its branches are exceptionally high, but can not open a flower, black and ugly, like those nameless grass near ";" stone vineyards in the sun shine, purple jasmine stained with dust, white ";" the heather like red, like blood, a real give me a fright. Heather into a group of clusters, flourished surprise more than to see the leaves, can not see the branches, only a symbol of killing blood red "" ""; in addition, there soil bitter taste, long moss fragrance, fern stems and twisted into the roots of breath ". There is no no wonder the solid writing skills, can put the flowers to my description of this scenery prose readers rather baffling antipathy to love not to mind taking the trouble. Suddenly think of Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged", the analogy of what is really good, even wonderful, but too much, not necessarily show off suspicion, so in the end, I did not read the old masterpiece of money. Then Daphne Du Murri E was caught my eyes and my heart.

As for the maxim - Derwent, I will type it into a rich personality. First of all, for his pursuit of love, finally I wish him happiness. However, he still ruined my image of the gentleman (maybe that time British men are so similar, many characters are so strange, sometimes subject to changing moods), always avoid the problem, rather than face it. The dissolute life of Rebecca, however, turned it into a transaction, simply pursuing the limitless beauty of the surface. Rebecca was shot, expose his impulse to do things won't think twice. When things happen, they choose to escape from the manor.

When Rebecca's bones were found, but his performance is very calm. But can't deny he is the central figure of the story, in the story, my heart is toward him, when summoned, was still full of hope that things will not. In fact, people's inner thoughts are strange. Finally had to mention Rebecca, the author highlights the passion for the characters, such as an evil butterfly, dancing in the hearts of men. Live all along in the story, while leaving, but all the time as if the person were still alive. The villain, at the end of the story, still keeps the image of the goddess in the hearts of many characters. In my heart, Rebecca is a person who only loves himself, all the tact and sophistication, the representation of the work, for their own sake. But let Mrs. Danvers all along for her, and live for her. Also have to make people admire her heart. But, she was like an empty body, even when she was alive, flesh and blood, material luxury, but in the spirit of barren everything. Life is certainly not comfortable, at the end of the illness could not bear to leave after her husband entanglement. In life, we can clearly see the people who know how to love themselves, love others and know how to pay. There is a sunny day and a pleasant surprise. In my opinion, this is a thought-provoking works, the butterfly lingering heart, do not stop.

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