In Norwegian forests, if Watanabe can be made of Ling He, why not use green?

I have always thought that Norwegian Wood has a faint sadness and beautiful romance. I watched it again today, and this sadness and romance made me sigh. It's just that this is such a sad and melancholy thing. Near the end of the year, I got together with my junior high school classmates last night, only to know that the monitor Zhuang Hong died of leukemia in a middle school two years after the senior high school entrance examination. The day before yesterday, my colleague called and said that his grandmother would not survive tomorrow because of cerebral hemorrhage. We can't sigh the helplessness that the lost water will never return, and the fallen flowers will never return to the branches. Just like an epigram in Melink's The Jade Bird: "The dead live in the memory of the living." Naoko also lives in Watanabe's memory. Naoko is at this end of life and Watanabe is at the other end of life. The dead live forever, but the living feel great sorrow for their way of life. Watanabe is sad because he is young. He can't understand the relationship between gorgeous youth and death, and he can't restrain his great grief. But I saw the end of it again. With its true and healthy existence and love, Lvzi led Watanabe back to his youthful life. Therefore, everything about Naoko has really become a thing that Watanabe can't bear to look back, but at least temporarily forget. On closer inspection, it is still a depressing work, at least it makes me feel depressed. I often ask myself, between Green and Naoko, how will I choose what I love? If Naoko is a nebula with a vast sky, then Qing Zi is a blooming rose; One is gentle as water, the other is lively and brilliant. Haruki Murakami is very mature, with writing and death as the boundary. In Murakami's pen, even the description of sex is calm and comfortable. For the first time, I didn't feel voyeuristic, embarrassed or embarrassed. Are the continuation of love. His description of death also reflects the living conditions of a new generation of young people who accompanied Japan's economic take-off after the war, calm and decadent. Although these things in the last novel can be regarded as a mirage to me, they make me very contradictory in real life. I don't know whether I am pursuing the short-lived glory of roses or the vast eternity like nebulae.