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Seven thoughts on the story of Sahara

The Story of the Sahara tells the story of Sanmao's experience in the cold desert, but she depicts the gloomy society with an inclusive heart and a simple style. The following are seven stories about Sahara that I collected for you. You are welcome to refer to them.

Reflections on the story of Sahara (1)

Whether it's a 10-year-old bride in Doll Bride, a man who is willing to degenerate in order to cheat money in Hanging Pot to Save the World, or a hospital open only to men? In that feudal and ignorant place far from politeness, in such a desolate and lonely desert, she can still be so romantic. I think it all stems from her love of life. In her story, what I feel is her eternal love. She loves every grass and tree, water and sand there. Although people in the Sahara desert are so unreasonable, love can always make people feel warm, and love can melt hatred and resentment. Try to love everything, and the result is satisfactory.

Speaking of Sanmao and her Sahara desert, I have to mention Jose, who only lived for 30 years but loved her 12 years. The affection between San Mao and Jose is widely circulated and envied by many people. However, their lives are not magnificent or even poor. What is there to envy? Are those two hearts in trouble together? In their relationship, dramatic six-year contract, three hairs two unfortunate marriages, unexpected wedding gifts? Camel skull. But in any case, Jose is San Mao's favorite. Jose's death is the biggest harm to San Mao. Then he stumbled and stumbled, and finally Sanmao went with him.

As for the explanation of life, San Mao said, "I want to taste the process of life, whether it is Chun Xue, vegetables or tofu, so as not to waste my time."

I have thought about how to complete life before, what kind of opportunities and surprises are perfect and dull, looking for that quiet heart or climbing the peak on the road of life, but in fact, many things have no answers, even if there are, we should look for them in the expectation and longing for life.

Everyone has two sides. The two sides there refer to many sides. Just like the desert described by San Mao in The Story of the Sahara, the surface is dry and barren, but when night comes, the desert exudes vitality.

How many people have lost their eyes in this vast world?

I squinted and smiled at the world, but I was beaten black and blue again and again, and my black and blue makeup dotted this plain face. I smiled involuntarily, and my face was covered with tears. Perhaps Sanmao was once disappointed and desperate in the desert, but whenever the red sun rises, what burns inside is still the indelible glory.

Look ahead, empty, without god, then put out the cigarette in your hand, take a deep breath, put on your backpack, pack your bags and embark on a journey. What is gradually ignited in that eye is the respect for life and the expectation of beauty. Travel-stained, striding, and never looking back.

Sanmao has been wandering all her life, wandering in the Sahara, wandering in the distance, looking for a spiritual home, and we have followed her footsteps, wandering in her words, her world, looking for spiritual shock.

Sanmao, I can't tell what kind of woman she is. A woman with an unruly soul, any description of her is too pale and superficial.

The first time we met, the San Mao I knew was the wandering child of San Mao in The Wandering of San Mao. Later, I met Sanmao and found that they were different. Sanmao wandered around the world with a free and uninhibited soul. From birth, she was destined to pursue the ethereal freedom in her heart, travel all over Qian Shan, and complete the most beautiful bloom in her life through wandering and drifting. How can such three hairs not make me love deeply?

Sanmao's characteristics are so distinct: warmth, safety, pride and firmness. She can show her love directly to the person she likes, regardless of the world. She is a person who can experience the baptism of yellow sand all over the sky and dance freely with her soul. She can also leave home for Spain at the age of 24 because she can't get a promise. She can leave her life when she is alive. However, all this, in the end, can not escape fate: born in vagrancy, died in loneliness. This is destiny takes a hand, and no one can change it. Fate has long given a hint: San Mao, from the Book of Changes, three, for dry divination, Mao, for Kun divination, for dry divination, for negative divination, meaning that life is hard and not smooth. Her life is beautiful, but it is doomed to a tragic ending. However, although the sweet soul is gone, love never leaves, and words never die. Many years after her death, when we read her words, we will still be moved by her wandering complex, and we just want to chase the distance desperately and take a trip.

Her natural and unrestrained, her wandering sincerity, her enthusiasm and stubbornness, and her maverick all hit our hearts just right, wasting an inch more and perfunctory an inch less.

Reflection on the story of Sahara II

I have always had a unique feeling for Sanmao, mostly because I envy a person who can live so freely, love her attitude towards life and always pursue nature and simplicity. From Taipei to Germany, from Sahara to America, her life seems to be a legend.

I love all San Mao's works. If I had to choose, I would still choose San Mao from the Sahara. Just like a brilliant red blooming in the desert, the heat and recklessness of the desert make her look so full and rushing. Her black hair and eyes behind her have the brightest light of life. This story describes her and Jose's happiness and records trivial troubles, troubles and happiness. At the same time, it also brings me a desert style that I have never experienced before. San Mao said that seeing the Sahara for the first time is like seeing a long-lost hometown. At that time, she had been in a foreign country for many years and had various customs. But is there a better place than the desert to settle Sanmao's wandering heart? Sand is the most helpless thing in the world. You can wander calmly and let the wind stop. The desert took them in? There are three hairs, all in its arms.

I think even now, many people fall in love with the desert because of the story of Sahara and begin to look forward to wandering. From her novels, we can feel a distant and novel world. We can imagine her walking step by step in the desert, but in reality, we have never imagined what life a modern person would be like in a desolate desert. It's definitely not as romantic as she wrote. There must be many difficulties and obstacles, but she went to the Sahara with little luggage on impulse, from which we can also read that Sanmao's longing for the desert is a detached attitude towards life. Her romantic whimsy can always create infinite interest for the boring and difficult desert life, and even the pain seems to be tied with a bow. In Sanmao's pen, she restored the nature of a woman-naive and enthusiastic, and her heart was full of love and gratitude. A woman, with her beloved, left her hometown and came to a barren or even backward place, but she was never disappointed with her life. We all don't know what beliefs support such a thin body. I think it is precisely because we don't know and many things can't be explained that we envy them.

People often say that words are like people, and Sanmao's words have always been simple and touching. Reading her books is like talking to her instead of reading her books, just like her later friends are telling you the story of her long trip without any modification. It's very comfortable to look at, and it's very touching to put it down.

Reflections on the Story of Sahara (3)

Recently, I sorted out my books (because I never sort them out, they are all piled up ><), and suddenly I found a book I bought a long time ago, San Mao's The Story of the Sahara. It turns out that I always forget to look after buying it. On a whim, I picked up this book and sat on the ground and read it happily.

Sanmao's words make people feel very comfortable, just like a breeze blowing, with a refreshing feeling, but without leaving a trace. I have always rejected articles piled up with gorgeous words, thinking that they are just gorgeous and have no practical benefits. In my impression, a really good article, even with the most plain words, can also feel the grandeur of the author's heart.

In the whole book, what shocked me most was an article called "Doll Bride".

I have always been a very orthodox feminist. BS has always bullied girls and looked down on girls' boys. You know, in this world, there are no boys without girls. I understand that the patriarchal phenomenon in ancient times was very serious, but I didn't expect this ugly thing to happen when the dynasty atmosphere faded.

When the bride gets on the bus to meet her, she is always beaten to the boy's house by the boy on the bus, and there is a custom of "not struggling when getting married, but being laughed at afterwards". It is a good woman to work so hard. "What kind of truth is this! Is being beaten into the husband's house a symbol of obedience to her husband? It is a blatant act of violence to rob a ten-year-old girl of her virginity on her first night of marriage. It's really unfair. Why do boys have the right to possess girls and treat them as their playthings? Why do girls give in to boys and lose their dignity? How barren all this sounds. Don. It is only a conceptual difference that Saharans regard obesity as beauty, but can it be regarded as a simple difference in the concept that men are superior to women? Times are progressing. Perhaps the simple life in Sahara has not been affected, but one day, girls will not be oppressed.

There is also a mysterious article in the book? Dead fruit. It is said that the author accidentally found a small bag with a curse, but it caused many incredible things.

I don't believe in the existence of God since I made the first plane when I was a child and didn't find the so-called "heaven". Some people and things are just coincidences to me. But the article Dead Fruit is so mysterious that it seems unrealistic to explain it by coincidence. There are too many unsolved mysteries in this world. Maybe this is only a small part of all the mysteries, but is there really a ghost? We say no, just because we didn't find it, so we think it exists. People still rely on their eyes to determine the kind of things. Maybe it's because our eyes can't recognize the kind of gods, ghosts and so on? Sometimes I really prefer to believe what it is rather than what it is. Some people may call me superstitious, but no one can say such a thing. In short, it's all right after so long, which means that even if there is, they are kind.

After reading the whole book, I found that Sanmao is a strong person. Many people around you are actually weak but pretend to be strong. Really strong people, at present, are rare. Everyone is sad and lost because of what they have lost. However, some things are really predestined and cannot be forced. Why not understand them calmly?

Reflections on the Story of Sahara (Ⅳ)

I often hear people talk about San Mao. I heard that she is free and easy, and she is paranoid and persistent. Now I hold her book for the first time, and I feel such a maverick and ordinary woman from her story for the first time.

The Story of the Sahara tells a series of interesting life stories she experienced in a remote desert. It is hard to imagine that she and Jose can live such an interesting life in the Sahara, which is extremely hot, short of materials and remote and backward. I think it all stems from her love of life. She made a simple room in the desert into a palace with cheap artworks, and made a warm home with homemade wooden furniture. In fact, San Mao is just an ordinary person. In the chapter "Starting from scratch", she tells the story of her loss and frustration when she first came to this strange town and walked into this humble hut. The materials there are very scarce, everything is surprisingly expensive, and their personality is water, not rich. The hardships of life can be imagined. But the brave Sanmao soon ignited the expectation of a new life. Jose works outside during the day. She went to the market alone and dragged back the wood that others had left on the roadside, guarding it every few hours. Little did she know that wood turned out to be a wooden box for coffins. After learning the truth, they laughed, but they liked their new desk better. They played many such jokes, and people were moved by their optimism while smiling. Life in the desert is not easy, how can we really appreciate the bitterness behind it? . . .

Life in the Sahara is more lonely than hardship. There is no equipment to communicate with the outside world, no real friends, and no confidant who knows Sanmao except Jose, who is often absent. In this remote village, the local people are backward and superstitious, and some people are kind, but more people often put their own interests first. The story of the dumb slave fully illustrates this point. The local rich peasant landlords arbitrarily sent slaves to earn money for themselves, but Sanmao ignored the advice of the local people and became friends with the dumb slave family. Because she doesn't like this kind of human rights violation, she often sends food to the dumb slave, invites him to be a guest at home and secretly gives him money. The dumb slave family was deeply moved, but Sanmao felt guilty about it. She can only help them in this way, but she can't really change their lives. Sanmao's kindness is regarded as unique in the local area, because no one has ever been so close to slaves. But San Mao doesn't care. She and Jose still associate with dumb slaves. No one understood that she had nothing to do with it. She is willing to bear such loneliness. She was too weak, and the dumb slave didn't escape the fate of being traded in the end. When she left, Sanmao cried and put a colorful blanket on the dumb slave's shoulder, but the dumb slave broke free and gave everything to his wife and children, trying to say something to them, but he couldn't make a sound. In this way, they can only watch him leave in tears.

The word loneliness or loneliness hardly appears in the whole book, but San Mao in the desert must have really felt it. She is willing to help them, teach them to read and write, and treat them with drugs, but she has never been assimilated by their stubborn and backward thoughts and behaviors. She has always maintained the freedom and purity of her mind.

Sanmao, a wise man who loves life, is optimistic and cheerful, and has a tolerant heart; This traveler who enjoys freedom and can stand loneliness; This is a wonderful flower blooming in the desert.

Reflections on the Story of Sahara (5)

Sanmao walked into the Sahara desert with a melancholy mood, which made us see many stories about backward areas, let us see that many people in the desert are living a life far from knowledge, and let us know the comparison and collision of etiquette at different levels.

Sahara desert is a magnificent and vast desert, but it is also a desert of spiritual courtesy. San Mao described a dark society with a kind heart and simple style, and let us know that there is such a pedantic and ignorant tribe in this world? Saharans. People there can't read Women always wrap themselves in dark wrapping cloth and wear black gauze. Don't go to the hospital even if you are sick, because the doctors in the hospital are all boys. So the kind San Mao can only leave all the food and medicine at hand to the poor Saharans. Clever, she used the knowledge she learned in books and her own experience to cure some small problems for the women in her neighbors. Gradually, if her neighbors felt dizzy and painful, they came to her for medicine. She said that she was an "African witch doctor" and her husband dissuaded her from making fun of other people's lives. She could only smile helplessly, and then stubbornly ran to every woman's house that needed her help. She also knows that it is risky to grow up like this, but the culture there imprisons the freedom of girls, and she is kind enough to watch them suffer. So, when Guka's foot hurt, she cured it with China's old prescription soybean; The neighbor's ewe gave birth to a lamb, and Sanmao saved the lamb by drinking wine according to the way read in the book. When Sadie's cousin was starving to death, it was Sanmao who saw hunger in her face and taught her to save her life. And helping Fatima have a baby and filling other people's teeth with nail polish? It was the women who would rather die than see a doctor who urged her to practice medicine boldly, not because she had no money, but because the doctor was a boy. These are enough for us to see

There is a sad contrast and unspeakable pain between feudalism far from politeness and wisdom in politeness.

Sanmao has always wanted to help these weak people in the desert. On weekdays, when she has nothing to do, she runs a free girls' school at home to teach local women to count, recognize coins and, if better, teach some arithmetic. However, the "students" there are very mobile because they don't realize the importance of cultural knowledge. In their minds, life should be like that. According to the way of life of their ancestors, knowledge is too far away from them. But even the simplest counting, they are not interested in learning. Most of them are looking at the beautiful pictures in books, trying on Sanmao's European clothes, or people lying in new beds. When Sanmao was at home, local women or children often knocked on the door and confidently borrowed things, from scissors, soy sauce and fresh water to food and clothes, but never returned them. Seeing this, San Mao can only smile helplessly, lamenting the gap of politeness and the weakness of personal strength. She won't care too much, but it's a pity that she didn't really help them.

Sanmao left a beautiful figure in the Sahara desert with her passion and love. It leaves readers with profound thoughts. Such ignorance is only the limitation of geographical environment or human factors. How the world helps them to move towards polite and scientific development is the true meaning of life in external discourse that we have to think about.

Reflections on the Story of Sahara (ⅵ)

I am a lazy and casual person, and I have no patience after reading a book. However, I have watched San Mao's Story of the Sahara intermittently for three times. Sanmao's contradictory personality and simple and clear narrative style made me deeply fall in love with the Sahara land and this brave girl.

The vast Sahara desert bears San Mao's romantic and mysterious homesickness. The Story of the Sahara describes the funny story of Sanmao and her husband living together in the Sahara desert. She described the Sahara desert, pigeon-gray sky, winding sand dunes, strange mountains and hazy and mysterious sunset. People are full of curiosity and yearning for the Sahara land. Sanmao spreads modern manners with the unique humor and elegance of oriental women and the lenient spirit of China people. She also watched the old customs and ancient etiquette in the desert from the perspective of modern etiquette, vividly recorded the interesting things in the desert with a series of intriguing stories, and profoundly described the humanistic customs in the desert.

San Mao once explained that he insisted on going to the desert because he felt homesickness was like the memory of a previous life, but he stayed in the Sahara for so long because of Jose. Whatever the reason, his experience in Sahara is what Sanmao cherishes most, which also makes his followers look forward to it infinitely. In a place that ordinary people dare not avoid, she fulfilled her dream. She bravely abandoned the comfortable life and close and warm friends in the city and went to a big desert with rolling yellow sand, whimpering wind and lack of materials, as well as dilapidated houses in the cemetery. Although the conditions are hard and life is hard, she lives a colorful life in the desert wearing a long skirt and flowing long hair.

In the book, San Mao describes the narrowness and simplicity of his home in the desert, and tells the hard work and difficulty of making furniture and decorating the house with Jose. In the desert, Jose worked far away from home for a long time. In these difficult days, Sanmao crossed the desert again and again and ran around. I get along well with my lovely Sahrawi neighbors and make a group of friends who love me. Sanmao is not lonely anywhere, because she always knows how to live.

San Mao talked about a restaurant in the desert with only one guest. In front of husbands who don't know their own country, they cheat silly husbands with China's special food again and again, and they never tire of it. He also entertained himself and opened an art studio. He started as a doctor in front of Sahrawi neighbors, painted their teeth with nail polish, took vitamin pills for malnourished young girls, and almost delivered a baby to a pregnant woman who was in dystocia. He also opened a girls' school at home to teach local girls about physiology and geography. She tried her best to go into the desert, explore the true face of this mysterious land, see the strange bathing methods of people in the desert, take misunderstood photos of Sahrawi women, carry a medicine box with her for free consultation for poor Sahrawis, and distribute daily necessities to local people.

Living in the contemporary era, we have lost our impulsive passion and courage to deal with our dreams, and we no longer pursue our dreams. Only by striving for the same concept of life can the "Sahara" in the heart only exist in the concept.

In order to dream, there must be at least one trip that says go.

Reflections on the story of Sahara VII

During the winter vacation, my mother gave me a book called The Story of the Sahara, written by Sanmao, a writer from Taiwan Province Province. My mother said to me, "The content of this book is wonderful. I hope you can read it carefully. " I thought to myself: What kind of story is this book telling?

With curiosity, I picked up the book and couldn't wait to read it. It turned out that during his life in the Sahara desert, Sanmao experienced all kinds of interesting things: there was a big hole in the roof of the house where Sanmao lived, and sometimes the goat on the roof would fall from the big hole, which was shocking; On another occasion, Sanmao went to a hotel to take a bath. However, when Sanmao just made the soap and wanted to wash it with water, the water was cut off and he had to dry it with a towel. The next day, Sanmao went riding, afraid to ride too fast, for fear of sweating from the heat. The conditions in the hut where she lives are very bitter, and there is almost nothing. So she turned the discarded bottles into vases, converted the picked tires into cushions, and dried the picked sheepskins into blankets?

After reading this article, I feel that Sanmao is optimistic. In the deserted Sahara desert, she didn't feel sad, but lived happily. I admire her for being able to maintain a positive outlook on life in a difficult environment.

From this, I also thought of myself. Although I live in a comfortable environment, I often blame others and feel dissatisfied. Once, my parents and I traveled to nanji island. It was summer, but there was no air conditioning on the island. At night, I sleep in bed, and the heat is unbearable. Mosquitoes buzz around me, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. I complained endlessly: "What a terrible place!" Now that I think about it, my living environment is much better than Sanmao's. She can do it. Why can't I?

After reading this book, I benefited a lot: in life, there will always be adversity, but we must always have an optimistic heart, which is the most important thing. This is what I got from reading the story of Sahara.