Tell me what Jing M.Guo thinks of this book.

I used to have the habit of reading, and I was never very interested in the works that were very popular in a certain period. However, the other day, there was a heated discussion on Jing M Guo's masterpiece on the Internet. On that day, the book fair happened to have a 50% discount on the school. When I first saw the beautifully packaged "How many flowers fall in a dream", I gladly donated money and prepared to "follow the fashion" to keep up with the trend.

Open the cover, the title page is covered with orange petals (or leaves? ), followed by several colorful poems with focus planes-a cultural effect. To tell you the truth, my first impression of this book is quite good.

"I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing all the memories."

At the beginning of the story, the author describes the subtle relationship between Lan Lin and a group of "girlfriends" in cheerful language. I, on the other hand, watched with pleasure the figures with vivid images gradually appear.

The development of the story is quite compact. Like an enthusiastic bystander, I followed Lin Lan from Beijing to Shanghai and witnessed her happiness and sadness. Perhaps deeply influenced by the film, the author has been switching the story in a montage way. Just like one episode after another, each section has a scene and a story. But I gradually feel that these seemingly reluctant smiles have entered the routine of repeated fiction, and I can't help but begin to doubt this work. But I also think that since I heard that many people were "in tears" after reading it, there should be something to cry about. So sit back and look back.

After that, episode after episode of farce continued to be staged, and each episode became shorter and shorter, and the change was faster and faster: the drug case of matches was brought out before the incident of playing the lady in panic was over, and before I could get used to it, Wen Jing was ruined by hooligans ... Just as the author said, "A powerful undercurrent almost drowned my life", I couldn't hold on: Why does Ya look embarrassed? Isn't the trace of plot fiction too obvious? Finally, the story should be over. Lu Xu left the life he loved and the people he cared about with tears in his eyes.

However, the book ends here. I suddenly feel very strange that someone will shed a few tears with the protagonist, but when I read the second half of the book and even the ending, the whole feeling is four words: inexplicable! The author used farce after farce to break up friends, and finally used the killer to deceive tears-beating an infatuated person to death with a car accident. What kind of heart did I hurt for him (her) with such an old and childish story?

What surprises me even more is that there are so many excellent literary works in China that this book can be regarded as a classic by some people and is very popular in the book market. I dare not talk nonsense about the theme that the author of this story wants to express. Use a "sad" love story to illustrate the cost of growth and the vicissitudes of life? In the whole work, the protagonist and a group of people are bored to go clubbing all day, and the farce of being fooled and fooled is repeatedly staged in the neon corner. Obviously, this false life plot cannot be a reliable argument. Some people say that reading is an indirect way to gain social experience. In this book, I only see a young man who is as inexperienced as I am making up a lot of plots with his own talent, piling up dozens of small farce, and occasionally borrowing the protagonist who is just outside and soft inside to express her inexplicable sadness alone. This seems to be the author's perception of life. If the plot always serves the theme, then all the bizarre farce, all the strange accidents and coincidences in the story are more or less catering to the immature cultural market.

As for the language of novels, humorous Beijing films reflect the characteristics of post-80s writers everywhere. After all, the author is the champion of the new concept composition contest, and his talent and foundation are beyond doubt. But just like the feeling of the whole work, what I want to ask the author is, why should I spend my talent on the vanity and glitz of the times? After all, writers have the responsibility to pay attention to the problem of cultural interest orientation.

I remember that rosewood lamented Guo's lost youth after watching another work, Fantasy City, and I was "full of sadness" after watching How many flowers fell in my dream. By the way, attach a nursery rhyme quoted at the end of the original:

When We Were Young

You like talking, and I like laughing.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree.

The wind is in the treetops and the birds are singing.

I fell asleep somehow.

How much do you know in your dreams?

I can only say that this book doesn't deserve to end with this lyric.

People who like this book say:

I have been reading this book with a smile since I got it.

My friend told me to be careful. The happier I laugh in front, the more I cry in the back.

So I began to look at my grades carefully and didn't cry at the end.

It's too much to think of yourself as Wenjing from the beginning of reading.

Eyes of the same color are the same as simple righteousness (not as mature as matches)

The same person was strong before, but it doesn't matter after. Cry.

I like quiet as much as I like myself.

But my love is more like Lin Lan. She broke up with Gu Xiaobei because she misunderstood Bai Song.

I am because my boyfriend has completely changed from a simple aspirant to a depressed person.

But I can still accept him, except that he left me. His name is Scarlett.

"When will scarlett go home?" I write on the desk.

The same mood as Gu Xiaobei.

He is waiting for Lin Lan to come back to him.

I am waiting for him to come back to me, and I am waiting for him to go back to the past.

Waiting for us to go back in time.

"When will scarlett go home?" What was Gu Xiaobei's expression when he carved it?

What was Lin Lan's mood when he saw it?

Going home is going back to the past?

Home, a once warm place, loves to warm two people.

I didn't see it after reading it three times, so I didn't dare to look again for fear of tears coming out.