Before introducing this book, let's look at its author, Oscar Wilde.
He is the representative of British bohemian genius. He has been very confident and talented since he was a child. At the age of 20, he was admitted to Oxford University with a full prize.
His writing is beautiful and decadent, and his clothes are exquisite and elegant. Beneath the surface, he has a pure and beautiful childlike innocence and is known as the "prince of fairy tales".
When he was in the heyday of the literary world, he was sentenced to two years in prison for a homosexual accusation, and his reputation career was destroyed. After he was released from prison, he went into exile in France and died of depression.
A Brief Introduction to The Nightingale and the Rose
A young man wanted to dance with his beloved. She once promised to dance with him as long as he gave her a red rose. So the young man looked around. But he looked all over the garden and couldn't find it. He cried with a broken heart. The nightingale knows the students' difficulties and is determined to help them. She put her breast on the rose thorn and sang in the moonlight. The rose stung her heart, and her singing became louder and louder. Finally, the rose was dyed red by her blood, and the nightingale died in the tall green grass. When the young man found that the rose was dyed red by the nightingale's heart, he took it and gave it to his lover. But the girl didn't want to accept it, but she was more willing to make friends with the colonel who gave her jewelry. From disappointment, pain to anger, the young man threw the rose into the ditch and the wheel ran over the beautiful flower. ......
This is the tragedy of love. For the nightingale, the ideal of love she bought with her life was trampled on; For young students, he gave his heart, but he still couldn't impress young girls.
Oscar Wilde once said: There are two tragedies in life: one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting what you don't want. This seemingly contradictory statement shows Wilde's infinite pursuit of beauty, not because he doesn't want to be satisfied, but because beauty can't be possessed in his world view.
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This kind of thing, love, really makes you feel exhausted and at a loss.
She is my cousin, only sixteen years old. She loved him so much that she lost herself and even cut her wrist for him.
Because I met a boy a few years older than her at a class reunion. From then on, I fell in love with that boy deeply and couldn't extricate myself. To this end, I neglected my studies and stayed at home all day doing nothing. Once I went to her house to live with her. I slept well, but at night she suddenly shouted, then picked up the knife next to her bedside table and cut her wrist in front of me.
Later, my cousin was sent to a mental hospital. Later, I heard from my family that after her spirit improved, my family married her to another man who was 20 years older than her. I don't know how her life is now.
I sometimes blame myself. If I had cared more about my cousin, maybe these things would not have happened.
If cousin's family could pay more attention to her, these things could be avoided.
If my cousin can have a good girlfriend and think about her all the time, maybe it won't be like this.
But unfortunately, unlike Hefei, Anhui, a girl who wanted to commit suicide did not meet a good girlfriend who saved her at the first time when she wanted to commit suicide and "beat" her. This is the luck of Hefei girl. Although love made her black and blue, at least she still has her best friend and her family.
I hope my cousin's life can be better. I hope this girl in Hefei, Anhui can feel the love of her best friend and give herself a chance to fight back.
There is a saying in Lu Xun's "Re-discussion on the Collapse of Leifeng Tower": Tragedy destroys valuable things in life, while comedy tears worthless things to people.
It turns out that the really beautiful things will make people sad more or less.
I like nightingale best in this story. It is the representative of kindness. Although the ideal of love is shattered, I still sing for love every night. Its appearance is like a fleeting fireworks. Although it has existed for a short time, it at least proves that it once really existed.
Love, if used well, is an antidote, but if used badly, it is a deadly poison!
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