Highlights of Jane Eyre and corresponding comments

But a day or two later, I know that when Miss Temple came back to her room at dawn, she found me lying in a small bed, my face pressed against helen burns's shoulder, my arm around her neck, I fell asleep, and Helen-died. Her grave is in Brockbridge Cemetery. Fifteen years after her death, there was only one overgrown mound on the grave, but now a gray marble tombstone marks the site with her name and the word "Resurgam" engraved on it. Rochester III: Who's there? Mrs Fairfax, is that you? Is there anyone there? (to his dog) Well, well, ah, there's no one there. How can you be someone? Hmm? Is there anyone there? I said. Who? Jane Eyre: it's me Rochester: Jane? Jane Eyre: Yes. Rochester: Jane. Jane Eyre: Yes, yes. Rochester: Make fun of me. [Explanation] I was in tears and couldn't speak. I shook his hand. Rochester: Is that you? Jane, is it really you? You came to see me? I didn't expect this, huh? Hum! [Explanation] He stroked my cheek with his hand. Rochester: Why? Crying? There's no need to be sad. How long can I stay? An hour or two? Don't leave. Well, or do you have an impatient husband waiting for you? Jane Eyre: No. Rochester: Not married? That's not good. Jane, you are not beautiful, so you can't be too picky. Jane Eyre: Yes. Rochester: It's strange that no one has proposed to you. Jane Eyre: I didn't say no one proposed to me. Rochester: I see. Yes, well, Jane, you should get married. Jane Eyre: Yes, that's right. You should get married, too. Like me, you can't be too picky. Rochester: Ah, yes, of course not. (Clears throat) So when are you getting married? I brought Adele back from school. Jane Eyre: What marriage? Rochester: Hell, you said you were getting married. Jane Eyre: No. [Explanation] He understood what I really meant. Rochester: Then a fool will find you sooner or later. Jane Eyre: I hope so. There is a-fool-who has already looked for me. [Explanation] At this time, I saw tears in his closed eyes. Jane Eyre: I'm going home, Edward. Let me stay.

If the author of Jane Eyre is compared with Cao Xueqin of China, there is no doubt that the latter has a deeper cultural background. Just as China and the British compare history, China people can say without a doubt: I am much older than you. Cao Xueqin has learned much more in his life than Charlotte Bronte. After all, China's cultural heritage is much richer. To the point, Jane Eyre can't compare with China's Dream of Red Mansions. A Dream of Red Mansions is more outstanding in terms of its rich characters and vivid descriptions. However, there are some places in Jane Eyre that are worth learning and appreciating by China people. For example, the psychological description of the characters in Jane Eyre can be said to be incisive. This is not enough in many China literary works. After reading this book, I seem to have read the Bible once. Westerners' deep feelings and sincere beliefs about religion are really admirable. China today is a time of lack of faith. When I read Jane Eyre, I felt the pure beauty of human feelings that can only be obtained under the nurturing of religion, which is really hard to get in China now. In fact, many teachings in the Bible are complementary to China's Confucian classics, but now Chinese people often ignore the wisdom of their ancestors. For example, in the Bible, people are advised to be good, to be tolerant and to be grateful, which is the same as that of Confucius and Old Master Q. When reading Jane Eyre, I am often inspired by the beautiful thoughts in the Bible, which reminds me of the present situation in China, and my heart seems to gain a lot. Let me firmly believe that we really need to re-examine the Confucian culture in China. < P > Luo: Still awake? Jane: How can you sleep until you come back safely? How about Mr. Mei Sen? Rolfe: He's fine. He's taken care of by a doctor. Jane: The danger you said you were going to suffer last night has passed? Rolfe: It is difficult to guarantee that Mei Sen will not leave England. I hope the sooner the better. Jane: He doesn't seem to be a man who deliberately hurt you. Rolfe: Of course not. He may have hurt me unintentionally. Sit down. Jane: Who the hell is Grace Poole? Why did you keep her? Rolfe: I have no choice. Jane: How? Rolfe: Just bear with me for a while and don't force me to answer. How much I depend on you now! Hi! What should we do, Jane? There is such an example. There is a young man who has been spoiled since he was a child. He made a great mistake-not a sin, but a mistake-and its consequences were terrible. The only escape is to be at large and have fun. Later, he met a woman, a noble woman he had never seen in twenty years, and he found a chance to live again. But the world and human feelings hindered him. Can that woman ignore this? Jane: Are you talking about yourself, Mr. Rochester? Rolfe: Yes. Jane: Everyone is responsible to God with his own actions, and he can't ask others to bear his own destiny, let alone Miss Ingram. Rolfe: Hum! Don't you think that if I marry her, she can give me a complete new life? Jane: Since you ask me-I don't think so. Rolfe: You don't like her? Tell the truth! Jane: I don't think she is right for you. Rolfe: Ah-so confident? So who is suitable? Is there anyone you can recommend? Hum! Hi-are you used to living here? Jane: I am very happy here. Rolfe: Are you willing to leave here? Jane: Get out of here? Rolfe: I don't live here after I got married. Jane: Of course. Adele can go to school, and I can find another job. I'm going in! I'm cold! Carol: Jane! Jane: Let me go! Rolfe: Wait! Jane: Let me go! Carol: Jane! Jane: Why are you telling me this? She has nothing to do with you and me. Do you think I have no feelings because I am poor and unattractive? I will, too. If God endows me with wealth and beauty, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now! God didn't do this. Our spirits are the same, just as you and I will pass through the grave and stand before God in the same way! Carol: Jane! Jane: Let me go! Rolfe: I love you, I love you! Jane: No! Stop making fun of me! Rolfe: Making fun? I want you! What Blanche has, I treat her only as the capital her father used to reclaim land. Marry me, Jane! Say marry me! Jane: Is it true? Rolfe: Hi, you! Your doubts torment me! Say yes! Say yes! God forgive me and don't let anyone interfere with me. She's mine, mine! I went down the stairs, walked a section of the road under the building, and finally opened and closed two doors silently. I went to another row of stairs and went up the stairs, opposite Miss Temple's room. A star of light came out from the keyhole and under the door, and everything was quiet around me. When I got closer, I saw the door left unlocked, perhaps to let some fresh air into the stuffy ward. I hate hesitation by nature, and I was impatient and impulsive at that time-my whole body trembled with extreme pain. I pushed the door open, poked my head in, looked for Helen, and was afraid of meeting death "Helen!" I whispered, "Are you awake?" She moved for a moment and opened the curtain by herself. I saw her face, pale and haggard, but very calm. She didn't look any different, so my fear suddenly disappeared. "Is it really you, Jane?" She asked in a unique soft tone. "ah!" I thought, "She won't die. They made a mistake. If she doesn't live, her words and look will not be so calm." I went to her crib and kissed her. Her forehead is cold, her cheeks are cold, and she is thin. Her hands and wrists are cold, and only her smile remains. "Why did you come here, Jane? It's past eleven o'clock. I heard a knock a few minutes ago. " "I came to see you, Helen. I heard that you are very ill. I can't sleep without talking to you. " "Then you've come to say goodbye to me. Maybe it's just the right time." "Where are you going, Helen? You are going home, aren't you? " "Yes, back to my permanent-my last home." "No, no, Helen," I paused, feeling very sad. I tried to swallow my tears when Helen coughed, but she didn't wake the nurse. After coughing, she lay exhausted for a few minutes, and then said softly, "Jane, you are barefoot. Lie down and cover me with the quilt." I did as she said. She put her arm around me, and I clung to her. After a long silence, she continued to whisper, "I am very happy, Jane. Don't be sad when you hear that I am dead." There is nothing to be sad about. One day we all have to die. The disease that is killing me now is not painful. Gentle and slow, my mind has rested. I won't make anyone feel too sad. I only have one father. He just got married recently and won't miss me. I can escape great suffering by dying so young. I don't have the temperament and talent to make myself rich in the world. If I live, I will always be wrong. " "But where are you going, Helen? Can you see it? Do you know? "

"I believe, I have faith, and I go to God." "Where is God? What is God? " "My creator, and you. He won't destroy what he created forever. I relied on his strength without reservation and trusted his kindness completely. I counted the hours until the important moment came, when I was returned to him and he appeared in front of me again. " "Helen, then you must think there is such a place as heaven, and do all our souls go there after we die?" "I'm sure there is a future country. I believe that God is merciful. I can entrust my immortal part to him without worry. God is my father, God is my friend, I love him, and I believe he loves me. " "Helen, can I see you again after I die?" "You will come to the same happy region and be accepted by the same great father, without doubt, dear Jane." I asked again, but this time I just thought about it. "Where is this area? Does it exist or not? " I used my arm to build Helen tighter. She seems to be more precious to me than ever before. I feel as if I can't let her go. I lie down and bury my face in her neck. She immediately said in the sweetest voice, "How comfortable I am! I was a little tired from coughing just now. I seem to be able to fall asleep, but don't leave me, Jane. I like you by my side. " "I will stay with you, dear Helen. No one can drive me away. " "Are you warm, dear?" "yes." "Good night, Jane." "Good night, Helen." She kissed me, I kissed her, and they were fast asleep. It was already daytime when I woke up, and a strange shaking woke me up. I looked up and found myself lying in someone else's arms. The nurse was holding me and sending me back to the dormitory through the aisle. I was not blamed for leaving the bed. People had other things to consider, and many of my questions were not explained.

But a day or two later, I know that when Miss Temple came back to her room at dawn, she found me lying in a small bed, my face pressed against helen burns's shoulder, my arm around her neck, I fell asleep, and Helen-died. Her grave is in Brockbridge Cemetery. Fifteen years after her death, there was only one overgrown mound on the grave, but now a gray marble tombstone marks the site with her name and the word "Resurgam" engraved on it. Rochester III: Who's there? Mrs Fairfax, is that you? Is there anyone there? (to his dog) Well, well, ah, there's no one there. How can you be someone? Hmm? Is there anyone there? I said. Who? Jane Eyre: it's me Rochester: Jane? Jane Eyre: Yes. Rochester: Jane. Jane Eyre: Yes, yes. Rochester: Make fun of me. [Explanation] I was in tears and couldn't speak. I shook his hand. Rochester: Is that you? Jane, is it really you? You came to see me? I didn't expect this, huh? Hum! [Explanation] He stroked my cheek with his hand. Rochester: Why? Crying? There's no need to be sad. How long can I stay? An hour or two? Don't leave. Well, or do you have an impatient husband waiting for you? Jane Eyre: No. Rochester: Not married? That's not good. Jane, you are not beautiful, so you can't be too picky. Jane Eyre: Yes. Rochester: It's strange that no one has proposed to you. Jane Eyre: I didn't say no one proposed to me. Rochester: I see. Yes, well, Jane, you should get married. Jane Eyre: Yes, that's right. You should get married, too. Like me, you can't be too picky. Rochester: Ah, yes, of course not. (Clears throat) So when are you getting married? I brought Adele back from school. Jane Eyre: What marriage? Rochester: Hell, you said you were getting married. Jane Eyre: No. [Explanation] He understood what I really meant. Rochester: Then a fool will find you sooner or later. Jane Eyre: I hope so. There is a-fool-who has already looked for me. [Explanation] At this time, I saw tears in his closed eyes. Jane Eyre: I'm going home, Edward. Let me stay.

It took me more than three days to finish reading Jane Eyre. I know it is a very arduous process. In these few days, I spent almost all my time in this novel from a distant country except eating and sleeping. However, while complaining, I have to admit that it is outstanding and charming. It is rare to see such charming exotic customs. This story, which is full of British interest in the 19th century, makes me feel a lot. In fact, I should have contacted this book earlier. Many people have already introduced it. Unfortunately, I have a little exclusive feelings, and I have been dragging it to appreciate it until now. It's a bit of a brief encounter. As a foreigner, I find it a little difficult to adapt to the British thinking and religious beliefs. However, most of the true feelings in the world are interlinked. Every time I read that Jane Eyre was abused and discriminated against because she had no relatives and no reason, the pity in her heart was really unforgettable; How excited I am when Jane Eyre saves the day again and again; How inspiring and shocking it was when she bravely refused St. John's proposal and insisted on the true love in her heart; Especially at the end of the article, when she abandoned everything to take care of poor Edward, my heart was gratified and moved by generate. As for this novel, I think its greatest success lies in its outstanding integration in many artistic aspects. I am sure that the author of this book is a versatile writer. First of all, when she describes the scenery, she appreciates it from the aesthetic angle of a painter and grasps the harmony between light and shadow with a painter's interest. Reading China's novels rarely sees such delicate words of landscape description. We should thank Zhou Lingben, the translator of this book, for his profound knowledge of Chinese, which made the translation brilliant and the original brilliant. Secondly, Charlotte Bronte has profound attainments in linguistics. As an Englishman, the author can say that he is proficient in at least three foreign languages. When reading this book, I feel that I can feel the cultural atmosphere of Europe through it. For example, British pride and gentleman flavor, Germany's big country.