Chapter 45 winter is here

winter is here "Oh, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" This is a famous line from Shelley's "The Song of the West Wind", which was used by the modern British novelist Hutchinson Title of the book: "If Winter Comes".Mr. Yu Dafu appreciates this book very much. Ten years ago, he published this book He said that he recommended it to me. I read it for a while, but I was not interested, so I returned the book to him. He surprised me. Watching so fast, I honestly can't stand it, he nodded and sighed and said: "It's no wonder, it's something you young people don't understand. This Chekhovian melancholy

The meaning of life can only be appreciated by us middle-aged people. " Time flies, and it has been ten years in a blink of an eye, and it is precisely this season that Shelley lamented. The yellow flowers have thinned, and the magpie's nest on the ginkgo tree outside the garden is gradually exposed from the withered leaves. The stove has been installed, not only is everyone fantasizing about having a comfortable winter, but it is also It is time for everyone to review and settle accounts in life, in a year of life. I am the person who hates the typical characters described in Chekhov's novels the most, so I don't

I love reading Chekhov's novels, as Gorky said in his memory: "When reading the novels of Anton Chekhov, one feels that one is in late autumn On a melancholy day when the air is clear, bare trees, narrow houses, gray The silhouettes of people are sharp. ..." People should live in the light, every young person thinks so; but in reality, life is What a combination of gloom and shame.In middle age, no one will appreciate the life described by Chekhov in Sympathy for People in the Vile and the Ugly, the reason why Duff loved to read "If Winter Comes" ten years ago

That's right, but I didn't understand it at all at the time. Ten years ago, I loved Byron and Gong Dingan.I not only obliterated Chekhov, but It also obliterated many inescapable truths in life. In the hearts of young people at that time, they thought that life was about Even if it is like a dream, it is at least a beautiful dream. This winter, if time and circumstances allow me, I will read Chekhov's novel carefully. Talk and script, in the pale sky and cold air, have a taste of the taste of this gloomy life taste.But I am not desperate, because if there is a gust of wind passing by the bare branches outside the window, I will

It reminds me of Shelley's famous quote: "Oh! the wind! If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"