Reading the works of the three Bront? sisters-"Jane Eyre", "Wuthering Heights"
The first time I came into contact with the works of the three Bront? sisters was when I was in middle school, reading the classic "Jane Eyre" by the eldest sister, Charlotte Bront?.
When I was in my youthful self, I was addicted to the book as soon as I picked it up. I stayed up all night to finish it and couldn't get enough of it. Since then it has been read again and again and again, and even smuggled it to school. When our honorable language teacher was talking about the revolutionary spirit of the central idea of a boring text, I buried my head in the hole of the table and immersed myself in the story. I for the young Jane Eyre was abused and grief, empathize with Jane Eyre's young sensitive heart hurt. How unfair! I cried out with Jane Eyre in my heart. I also fell for the adult Jane Eyre. Like her in front of the so-called high society people of higher status than her to show the kind of attitude of not being humble, like her in the face of love to show the kind of self-esteem and self-improvement of the spirit, the heart can not help but sigh in the distance from the era in which she was in the modern era of two hundred years of progress, and how many women have the courage to their own dignity and say no to a beloved and rich man? Jane Eyre could! Anyway, I was completely captured by the novel for a while. I read along with the plot, sobbed at the hurt she suffered, and smiled at the confidence and slight playfulness she exuded in the way she treated and spoke to others. But because of this crazy expression I displayed during class time, sometimes with tears in the corners of my eyes, sometimes with a smile at the corners of my mouth, it really worried my then-deskmates for quite some time.
I wanted to know more about Jane Eyre because I liked the novel. From there, I learned that she was the daughter of a poor clergyman, had a brother who was a ridiculous drag on the family, and two sisters who also wrote books. She and her sisters have lived in the desolate countryside of northern England for most of their lives. Walks in the wilderness seemed to be their best exercise and entertainment. The isolation, the bad home, the humdrum life, all this was so at odds with the passionate woman writer I had in mind! As unexpected as a rose blooming in the desert.
I tried to get to know her better by reading her sister's works. With this in mind I first found a novel in a bookstore written by Anne Bront?, Charlotte's little sister. The novel is about a girl who is forced by life to work as a governess, and after experiencing a few bad children who are difficult to discipline and unreasonable parents, she successfully meets a rich gentleman who makes her fall in love with her, and finally makes a good relationship. Overall it's sort of a 19th century classical English version of Joan of Arc's novel. It is a frustrating book. The beautiful detailing and high-mindedness of her big sister Charlotte's books are nowhere to be found here. Since I've only barely read it once, I've simply forgotten the title of the book as well, only remembering what seems to be the long, verbose name of the heroine herself.
A mediocre literary sister didn't deter me, and I found Wuthering Heights by Charlotte's eldest sister, Emily Bronte.
What a book that was! The first time I read it all I felt was like there was a dark cloud hanging over my head. A heavy and depressing feeling permeated the lines and permeated the entire book. I forced myself to finish the book though , but was left with the aftermath - the sky I saw was gray for the entire week thereafter. Despite this, I will be fair and say that this book shook my soul.
First of all, it is maverick. The heroes and heroines depicted, Hickory and Catherine, are both evil and selfish, and the light of human virtue never shines on them. But their love for each other transcends all else. Catherine's words, "I am Hickory, and Hickory is me" and "I know not the soul. and "I don't know what souls are made of, but mine and Hickory's must be of the same stuff." This is the kind of sizzling expression of emotion that sets it apart from its English contemporaries. Secondly it is deviant. While the characters in the other works seek to have their souls at peace in heaven, Catherine has a terrible nightmare - she dreams she's in heaven, she cries out in agony, screams, and she wants to go home to the home that looks like hell to the reader. It seems to me more likely that this book came from the hand of an angel of the uprising than from the work of a pastor's daughter. In any case, it overturns the secular view of morality, to tear open the narrow emotional doors of people's hearts, and to follow its protagonist to experience the souls and burning passions that are like fire
This book is the first of its kind in the world. Reading it made me realize that the process of reading a book is sometimes like a kind of love. In "Journey to the West", Zi Zun Bao thought that he had used the 'Moonlight Box' to go back 500 years to look for his maiden Bai Jing Jing, but he ended up finding the love of his life, Zixia Fairy. I found 'Wuthering Heights' because I wanted to understand the author of 'Jane Eyre', only to realize that the latter far surpassed the former in terms of depth of thought and emotional expression. Like the moon cannot compete with the sun. At that moment, I could totally relate to the feelings of the Supreme Being.
Until now, I can't understand how a conservative, closed environment like the north of England could have produced such emotionally rich women writers as the Bront? sisters, who could brighten the literary scene with just one work. All I can say is that the work that moves people often comes from the author's own heart, not from the outside world.