One of the book reviews of Twin.
Prohibition of blooming
Jiang yahui
What I saw was a large piece of pure and hot Ming Huang scattered in the blue of Virone. The girl, holding hands with Van Gogh, rose from it, harmonious and quiet.
What I see is the tenacious yellow, and in the eyes of the girl, she looks up at her only god and love, Vincent Van Gogh.
Muxiaokui, Zhou shallow, facing Yan. Luoyao, Dongzejing, in these thin years, I have seen their love and hate for life and death that are not thin, just as those yellow lines are intertwined, dependent and discrete.
(1)
Muxiaokui
I like Mu Xiaokui. She is so similar to my other side. She always thinks of her humble self when she is crying and helpless. When she is crying and helpless, she always stands by the window and puts that page of words close to her chest, suffering from her.
Xiaokui has never been happy because she has been living in the misfortune of her parents. Xiao Kui's misfortune reflects the influence of domestic violence on her children. How I hate such parents, who gave birth to Xiao Kui, but were not responsible for her growth. Drinking, beating, quarreling, cowardice, crying, like two clowns performing ugly performances on the stage, those fragile eyes have a panoramic view of all this cruelty and misfortune. They sent Xiao Kui to the abyss of misfortune.
Small kwai, doomed to be forbidden to bloom creatures.
I have always believed that the success of Twins lies in the radial thinking about a problem. Not only do you see Xiao Kui, but also misfortune. What you see is the ugliness and darkness hidden behind all this.
A girl who has always wanted to be happy, but has never been favored by happiness. Her thin body and broken family are undoubtedly the only light in her almost dark childhood. They depend on each other and love each other. With the growth of age, shallowness is no longer the only light of Mikania micrantha. It's a feeling that you will have when you grow up. The initial preciousness in life will be diluted by time into a habit, just a habit. I don't want to quit and abandon, and I remain calmer than before.
The appearance of Chao Yan reminds me of a sentence I saw: the wind blows the fleeting time as broken as a flower, and your smile wobbles and becomes the most beautiful ornament on my life, watching the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
Facing the face is also a dream. When Xiaokui began to understand what she was going to do, that beautiful dream was already broken, leaving a sea of blood. It is the blood of Chao Yan, the blood of Xiao Kui, and the gorgeous red.
Van Gogh is the second time in her darkness, and it is also the eternal light in the future. She pinned her ardent love and incomparable trust on Van Gogh, stirring her indifference and emotion with a brush. Together with Van Gogh, he used color to reveal people's spirit and express people's life.
In my dream, Mu Xiaokui met Van Gogh in heaven, which made my heart tremble. Lying in bed, two lines of hot liquid slipped. Do you see this strong girl, this girl who longs for happiness, this girl who often curls up in the corner? Van Gogh loves you, too. Van Gogh said that your love for me is like the water of a holy lake, sweet, fragrant and strong. I am enjoying your love in this world above the world.
Love, now touching this word, easily comes to mind here. There is a kind of sacred crazy love, which is above all love.
(2)
Luoyao
I think I am more devoted to this girl's warm story. In the cold winter night, I read her and The Little Prince, and kept reciting the sentences, feeling extremely warm. Luo Yao seems to be quiet, and I can't seem to find the kind of appreciate each other on Mu Xiaokui's body, but I love this tranquility deeply. Cruel and sad, after all, is not the main theme of life. After that restless time, we will eventually move towards a safe and smooth road.
The warmth of Luoyao makes me no longer despair. It turns out that happiness is so close, and it turns out that happiness is so real.
Walking hand in hand with Dongzejing, in the afterglow of sunset, on the golden beach, with the smile of the little prince, in the busy youth.
Although all this turned out to be nothing in the end, I still believe that they existed, at least in my heart.
Suddenly, I really want to say that bloom was full of fragrance that year, walking hand in hand, reflecting the years.
(3)
Zhou qianqian
The shallow name reminds me of Bing Xin's "pale white, white without hurting". Shallow, like a revived life, like a twig after a spring rain.
However, shallow is just a nobody, a predator in a supporting role. Desire ravaged her heart, and the initial care turned into a disguised love. She tore up the beautiful dreams of Chao Yan and Xiao Kui because of her wrong love. I can't stand the love between women, it's a touch of black in white. Have great disgust and a little sympathy for shallowness.
However, each of us at a certain moment, there is a shallow, eager to get, eager to be the only one of each other. This is a unique and strong possessive desire of human beings, regardless of love, friendship and affection. That kind of small idea makes us very upset, and inexplicable sadness, even close to madness.
Maybe in the end, I was scarred, walked through the world once, came naked, and lusted away.
Three girls, three kinds of us.
I wonder where twins came from and where they fell. Whether the first drops converge.
Editor-in-Chief of People's Literature, Li Jingze.
There are Van Gogh, the little prince, the "aristocratic" atmosphere, anime Japanese boys in Twin Boys, and of course, there are cruelty, coldness, loneliness, love and warmth ... It is great to write such a long article at this age.
Zhao Changtian, editor-in-chief of Germination
The language of Twin is pure and delicate, and the story is delicate and touching, showing the feelings of young people like thin porcelain. Young readers will definitely like this work.
Well-known publisher Yang Kui.
I really want to recommend Pluto's novel "Twins" to readers. This young man, in my opinion, will write about his success until he dies.
After reading the postscript, I know that the author has mixed two stories together, one is warm and beautiful, and the other is sad and sad. I really appreciate the author's idea, but the whole story is not particularly attractive, and it doesn't reach the state of "waiting for X years and waiting for Pluto" on the cover.
Books: "Wind-blown Summer"
Type: romance novels
Author: Rococo
Introduction: She loves him, but she doesn't have the courage to love him, just because she has suffered fatal injuries; He loves him, but he can't fall in love, and the secular vision makes him have to leave; He loved her, but he never got true love. The fate of his family doomed him to be lonely all his life ... The confusion of youth, the pain of growing up and the confusion of campus love were expressed incisively and vividly. Searching, wandering, forgetting and death constitute the rich and magnificent plot of this novel. In this book, you can find your own shadow and find a way out.
Book review twins
There is no doubt that this will be the most unforgettable novel I have read this year. It is shocking, fresh and exciting!
[1]
The world I see, the sky is quiet and bright blue, the silence is high, and the endless fields are strewn with lilac pea flowers, which slowly spread and become a warmth. The two teenagers stood in this dreamy purple for a long time, speechless at one another. The light and thin sunshine fell silently on their shoulders.
Turn off the computer and stick your head out of the window. Although it has just rained, the sun has come out. In the warm and humid environment, the memories hidden in the deepest part of the cerebral cortex are like plants in early spring, young and delicate, with a touch of pure color in the bottom of my heart, just like the scattered lilac pea flowers.
I especially like this image, which reminds me of my distant childhood.
It's not just me. It will remind any teenager of my age that he was once a child, a weak and kind child who knows tolerance and forbearance, generosity and love.
The sweet and greasy pollen that tries to whitewash the memories will disappear if it is blown gently.
All this is a beautiful imagination brought to me by this youth book named "Summer blown by the wind".
[2]
Ming Xia, Wan'er, Ximin and Xun. In my heart, they are not just teenagers who can know their hearts at a glance.
Another self, hidden under the appearance of body and personality.
This is caused by the duality of the soul. In fact, everyone living on this lonely blue planet is like this.
Mingxia is a beautiful spring, with the shadows of flowers and catkins falling and dancing in his dark black pupil, and his smile is clear like a warm wind;
Wan'er is a hot and dry summer, and her surly and stubborn character is like a flourishing buttonwood leaf, which is pleasant to shade people and can't help worrying about the caterpillars above;
Ximin is a melancholy autumn, and his hands intertwined because he is at a loss when facing Ming Xia are reminiscent of the deep loneliness in late autumn;
In the silent winter, she lives in a snowy white world, and the snow falls, covering her into a crystal monument.
However-
There will be roaring spring thunder in spring, abundant rain in summer, fruitful results in autumn and soft sunset in winter.
[3]
As Uncle Cao has said countless times, this is a story about seeking and forgetting, and sadness and love are its eternal themes.
The person who touched me most in this story is Ximin.
He must have a feminine but handsome face, and his white shirt just outlines his body, thin and tall. However, his life was eventful, and his mother's infidelity and his father's early death became an indelible shadow in his heart. As his body matured day by day, this shadow gradually enchanting into a black flower occupying the main space of his inner world. There has never been any homosexuality in his world that he can imitate, so he can't grow up at all, let alone self-righting.
Therefore, the appearance of Mingxia is tantamount to sowing the seeds of sunshine in his obscure and dark mind. I don't know how long I slept in the dark. When he woke up, he suddenly found that there was such a tall boy around him, full of masculine beauty, which made him dream.
The boy Ximin may think, since he can't be him, then rely on him.
So he relied on him to grow up slowly, he was his shore, and his skirt in his youth was stained with all his fragrance. At the age of fifteen, he watched him leave one year older than himself. After that, I squatted in the field and cried sadly.
It is such a lonely and thin naive teenager who dances on the monotonous and colorful strings of youth.
The innocence and a little autism of the westerners remind me of the little prince described by Saint-Exupery, the sad little man. He lives on a small planet, and once he moves his stool, he can watch a sunset. He has a delicate rose and a fox who has established a domesticated relationship with him. Such a simple and simple possession is not a kind of happiness. Just like Ximin, whenever he thinks of his dear Mingxia's happy expression when he drinks the West Lake fish soup, he feels that all the efforts are worth it, and all the love for Mingxia will be rewarded after all. However, it is precisely because of too much energy on Mingxia that he failed to end this distorted friendship as soon as possible. Real boys shouldn't be like this
Beautiful love finally came quietly after endless wandering. At this time, I felt a little relieved. A normal and romantic relationship will always make a boy complete.
If you fall in love with a flower in the vast universe, you will feel very warm when you look up at the starry sky-
The stars in the sky are like blooming flowers.
[4]
A gray-blue sky. Boundless snow. Silent and hot desert. Proud and speechless distant mountains.
The teenagers carrying backpacks stood hand in hand in a long and quiet posture. The picture is fixed at this time, and the moment is eternity.
In the face of Murong Xun's death, I was speechless. In fact, as early as when she appeared, I should have expected that her ending was doomed to be sad and heartbreaking. Even so, at first, I still expected to wait for the answers one by one. It's like ... it's like sitting on the sofa on weekdays, watching the ending of a TV series with anxiety.
The more times I think about death, the less I think about it. As the little prince said, "it's just an old body. You don't need to mourn for an old body." Sometimes, I even consider how to design my tombstone after death and how to write the epitaph. So, I don't think it's unusual, but every time I communicate with my friends, they are often frightened to disgrace and advise me not to do stupid things. I'm speechless. Life is also a holiday, and death is also a holiday; Life is welcomed with flowers, and death with drums. The story doesn't end with a stylized hero hugging the heroine's body and crying. On the contrary, the author writes about heavy death in a light and beautiful way. As a result, flowers, blue sky, dawn, red sun, closed blue eyes and a smile on the lips make the ending look fresh and gentle like watercolor painting.
"A gust of wind, quietly involved from the window. On the table, in summer, the last blue-purple flower falls slowly in Ran Ran ... "The sky at this time should be crisp and transparent. Just like Xia Ming's childhood, the color of the sky in his hometown.
A face that is not sad is my teenager/eyes that are not in a hurry and so on.
The street that knows you and me best is already a slope for people to go to the sunset/people say goodbye to each other on the street.
[Wu]
When I was in Beijing, Uncle Cao asked me what the word vagrancy would remind you of.
After thinking about it, telling him reminds me not only of wandering around the world, but more importantly, of wandering souls.
Indeed, the stubborn and sensitive heart of a teenager must go through a process of wandering and exile to become more persevering and gain the power to stir up storms in all directions. Swimming in misery is the only way to the other side. You can only see the light if you go through great hardships. Perhaps, in the future, when I can't help myself because of some small desires, when I am inexplicably misunderstood, mean and blamed, and when the other side of my soul is ready to move, I can easily think of this story. Then make your heart experience a wandering and exile, and finally sit down calmly again and face a long time in the future.
More important than wandering is love.
Then, why not go back to the original point and become the tolerant, patient, generous and loving child?
The answer is unknown.
This is a book about seeking and forgetting, a book about the exile and wandering of the soul, and a book that teaches you how to get happiness, how to give love and how to feel love.
Most importantly, this is a good-looking book, which is my greatest spiritual gain this year.
Let the thoughts that belong to this summer be scattered by the wind, and a group of teenagers smile calmly and proudly at the top of the snow-capped mountains.