She stopped looking and smiled at them. Write a letter to Frank: "It's spring, and I want a book of love poems. Don't want Keats or Shelley's poems, give me poems by poets who are not sensational. Wyatt's or Jonson's or someone else's, it's up to you! It is best to have a small one that can be easily stuffed into my pocket and taken to Central Park for reading. "
Frank traveled all over England, went in and out of luxury houses, and found a book of Elizabethan Love Poems in Phnom Penh and sent it to her.
Before bringing the young couple into the house, she chattered, "I have a studio, a living room, a bedroom, a dining room and a kitchen." When I opened the door, it was a room with more than one function, and all three of them laughed out loud, which was not awkward at all.
A couple of young people got on the wedding car. She was ecstatic, patting the window and shouting, "Have more children. I'll bring them to you. " Later, really, she put the child to sleep with a childlike smile and affectionate reading.
At that time, she lived in new york, USA. In an old-fashioned hotel-style apartment, the round dining table was covered with tablecloths, single person sofa, desks and typewriters, bookshelves and books scattered everywhere. Pay for living and buying books by rewriting the script for the theater. Sometimes, she sits in the waiting room of the theater and shares English letters with her girlfriend: "They say I am a young, mature and fashionable woman, and I tell them that I am as fashionable as a beggar on Broadway"; After receiving a first edition book with a history of 100 years, she wrote to Frank and said, "I feel guilty about owning it. With such a beautiful cover and bronzing, it should belong to the library of English-speaking countries "; In the dead of night, she read Dunn's words: "All mankind is a book. When a person dies, it is not a chapter torn from a book, but translated into a better language.
Frank is the manager of an ancient bookstore in England, which is a lovely shop that jumped out of Dickens' book. The old oak bookcase extends to the ceiling. When I entered the door, I was greeted by the smell of ancient books, "mixed with musty smell, perennial dust, and the smell of wood on walls and floors ...". The clerk is not young, does not smile, and has a unique reserve and nobility. Before Easter, Frank and his colleagues opened the packages full of food she sent, and counted and distributed them one by one. The clerk wrote to her quietly. Cecilia said that her two children were so happy to see sausages. Martin told her that his 75-year-old aunt was happy to see meat and canned food. ...
Immersed in it, I even thought: with such a rich mind, rich emotions and a favorite book, it would be great for a person not to get married and have children.
So I knocked down her name in the search bar and wanted to explore further. Unexpectedly, these words are indispensable in a few words: I have been down and out all my life. If living alone, serviced apartments, and being unable to pay for a trip to England are all arguments for this word, then I want to write another sentence for her: My best work is my life. For details, please see helene hanff, 84 Charing Street Cross.
Books are the other side of poverty: from 1949 to 1969, that is, Hailian is 33 to 53 years old. She and Frank have kept correspondence for 20 years from buying books to selling them. She is a professional bookworm with a unique reading taste and likes English literature. He is a modest gentleman and loves books. He can always find books that are attractive to her and at the right price. When she learned that there was a shortage of materials in Britain, she began to mail food in short supply on holidays. Since then, writers have spread from Frank to the whole bookstore staff and even their families. The content of the letter has also expanded from a simple bibliography to the discussion of books and literature, as well as trivial matters in life.
The content of the letter is not long, but the words are as it seems. Hailian's humor is frank and frank's preciseness and pragmatism are vividly displayed on the paper. If you pay a little attention, you will find that Biography of Xiang Di took more than three years to find, while Cumberland Tales took four years. If there is a person who can always talk to you from one book to another, it must be a bosom friend. If this discussion can be extended to paper, it will bring branches and tangles ... just like reading Huang Yongyu's letter to Cao Yu, that's all. A soul deeply taps a soul's feeling of mutual appreciation, and you will know its richness. They sang with books as the medium for 20 years, but their business was weak, leaving behind their true colors.
There is a charming nobility between the lines. I remembered the White Paper on Tibet written by Fu Zhen and Mao BenQ. When they were in love, the diary they wrote was simple and touching. There are Feng Lili's "Raising Children" and Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", all of which are ordinary people and trivial matters. Because I have devoted myself to a certain period of my life, my emotional tentacles are completely open, all the tiny signals are captured, and the details have light. This is a unique experience that even the writer himself can't copy at another stage of his life.
Economically, she is really down and out, and she has no money to go to England for 20 years. It was not until Frank's death that the book was published in England, and she first set foot on the literary palace in her heart and walked into 84 Charing Street Cross.
"If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Street Cross, give me a kiss, I owe it a lot ..." It's heartbreaking.
Today, this book is known as "the Bible for book lovers". How much does it have to do with whether you love books or not? Your heart is tied, and you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to it. Looking back, a burning corner of my eye is enough. For example, in this pink and green spring, my heart still has some vitality.