One Hundred Years of Solitude_百年孤独英语读后感800字
I just finished reading "hundred years of solitude",
and I can't tell what it feels like. Heart slightly
pantothenic acid, but more ignorant. To tell the truth,
Nobel's literary works are full of magic realism in the
between the lines of author Garcia Marcks with its
extremely absurd techniques and rich imagination, show a
different world to readers -- alone.
In one hundred years of solitude, the rise and fall of
a Boone family after a hundred years reflects the ups and
downs of a small town called Macondo, and some people think
it can even be said to reflect the rise and fall of Latin
American culture. The book tells the story of the first
generation of Boone Macondo and then create Lydia, breeding
for 7 generations, but can not fight the curse of natural
fate, the ultimate family or escape down to the unknown
point, even the final, Macondo in the town is the
destruction of Hurricane destruction.
"One hundred years of solitude" by the revolutionary
army commander Aureliano Boone and Colonel of the seven generations of the family experience, described the whole
family hundred years of ups and downs, honor, love and hate,
happiness and ingrained culture and humanity in the lonely.
When the seventh generation of heirs was eaten by ants, his
father finally cracked the script of the gypsy Mel Kia Des.
The manuscript frontispiece of the inscription reads: "the
first person in the family will be tied to a tree, the last
person in the family will be eaten by ants." This manuscript
records the history of Boone's family. He translated the
last chapter of the moment, a sudden hurricane swept the
whole town away from the town, village disappeared forever.
Like seven generations of people using the same name
in a circle, the plot and narrative of the cycle, the entire
Macondo is tightly wrapped into a ring of ruins. However,
everyone's heart is lonely, not a moment to feel the warmth
of the family, the family is actually scattered, between
husband and wife, between the father and the son, daughter,
brothers and sisters, not the feelings of communication,
lack of trust and understanding. Although everyone is using
their own unique way to resist loneliness, to participate
in the revolution, repeatedly do manual work, indulge in
lust, reading translation...... But there is no way to find an effective way to unite the scattered forces, but escape
the fate of family disintegration. This house is just a home,
a house, a carrier, not a heart comforting and warm harbor.
In addition to the full text of the soul of ur Sura, all
people do not know how to love and be loved, they do just
to fill their empty and selfish desires, so that life is
living in the stubborn and lonely.
This unbelievable miracle and the most pure reality
life, is a part of Columbia and Latin American history and
social reality, the bloody reality and be a wild Legend
Legend, the most profound human nature and the most
shocking emotion. This has always been his loneliness, is
the suffering of Latin America were excluded from the
modern civilization process of resentment and protest, and
the Latin American continent vitality and survival of the
state's unique cognitive and desire out of loneliness,
stubborn. This is not only a narrative of a family, but also
a self reflection of a nation.
At this point, after reading, as if feel the time in
this moment suddenly stop, hold the book attentively, heart
still unwilling, for a long time can not be drawn away, as
if everything, is a big joke of time. Samsara, cycle, predestination, what you can read, are the naughty shadows
of time. One hundred years, the rise and fall of a family
road, lay out a flowing pain tears are as strong as a soul,
if you can read, gently picked up, caress, listen to them
tell soft, the moment you feel, not out of human history
in the sky is very beautiful lonely aura, that is. Poor
world, shocked from ancient to modern beauty, after the big
flood destroyed the world, in the eyes of Noah's Ark
survivors presented by the next day from the beautiful
rainbow. This is eternal, as Huw A Ross's poem says: "time
is a way of keeping us in the possession of eternity......
Eternal imagination is boundless. Therefore, it is not
surprising that, in order to double shine on us, eternity
sometimes presents its own form."
