I saw Yu Hua's "Living".

I didn't know Yu Hua's book Alive until someone introduced it. At that time, my friend told me that such a book was very tearful, and I never believed it. I thought it might be that books are generally designed to deceive irrational readers' tears and make them waste their feelings and money. So, I was not in the mood to read this book until the day before yesterday when I was bored, I suddenly thought, I want to see how many people are impressed or condemned by this book.

In this book, the author tells the story of the landlord's young master, who is rich and addicted to gambling, and finally gambles away all his possessions. The rich and the poor went to see a doctor because their mother was ill, but they were caught by the Kuomintang army halfway. When he got home, his daughter was dumb, his mother was ill and there was no food at home. Fate is such a trick, so unpredictable, embarrassing and helpless and painful. Repeated wars and turmoil, the family struggled on the line of survival. The new China was founded. During the xxx movement, his wife Jia Zhen was so hungry that her back was hunched. The rest of the neighbors are vying for it. The sweet potato fought, and Fu Gui's son donated blood to save the headmaster's wife from postpartum hemorrhage. In a hurry, he bled to death ... However, the real tragedy began to unfold gradually. Every few pages I read, I feel my tears wet. Bad luck always befalls Fu Gui. At the end of the novel, there are more and more tragedies and failures, and tears almost become.

I really don't want to continue my pain. I really don't want to torture myself anymore. I think I am a "tried and tested" person and have read a lot of books. How can you "waste" your feelings for a book that has nothing to do with your future and destiny at this time? I really scolded Yu Hua in my mind. Why should I make people suffer so much? It is really inhuman to use my own talent to toss the reader's feelings. Stubborn, I still stubbornly finished reading this book, but another mind has to admire the author's literary nature. I have to admit that this book is one of the most artistic books I have ever read, so I thought of Emily Carter's evaluation of the novel To Be Alive by Yu Hua, a famous writer in China. Emily's narrative method of the language and plot of To Be Alive is simple, beautiful and eloquent. Emily wrote: "If you want to read the present, obviously you should read the eternal. Living is such a first-class work. "

Yu Hua said in his book that "the strength of living does not come from shouting, nor from attacking, but from enduring, enduring the responsibility given by life." Endure, endure the happiness and pain, happiness and misfortune, sadness and joy, excitement and helplessness given by life ... Even if the rare warmth in life will be torn to pieces by death again and again, be strong and patient. Is this the original intention of the book? If you understand it in this sense, I can still accept it. This is my guess.

"The old man and the cow are drifting away. I heard the rough and moving voice of the old man in the distance. His singing fluttered like the wind in an empty night. The old man sang: teenagers wander, middle-aged people dig and hide, and old people become monks. "

At the end of the book, it seems that I haven't forgotten the evocative words left by the narrator himself in the slowly falling night, "I know that dusk is fleeting and the night falls from the sky." I saw the vast earth stand up, which was a gesture of calling, just like a woman calling for her children, and the earth calling for the night. "I really don't want to guess that Yu Hua wants to tell readers that life is not happy and unhappy. Life is just living, just an existence, as meaningless as everything else. The essence of pursuit and exploration is just a big joke, without any other excessive significance? In terms of expression, he tells some stories that are not "normal" in fact in a style that is almost cold and seems to have no temperature. People's fate is repeated like this, generation after generation. ...

In the dead of night, when we think about this, we will think of Remember Yourself written by our friend [Quiet in Late Autumn] not long ago, and Lin Yutang's Art of Life said, "... if we have knowledge in this world but can't understand it, we can't appreciate it with criticism, we have beauty but no love, we lack enthusiasm but truth, we lack compassion but have justice, and we have a polite and warm heart. In reality, bittersweet people can't help asking, is the meaning of life really so fragile?