The bookstore is very small. There is an anti-theft device at the door, and then there is a loan desk on the left. An old man sat behind the loan desk and made a phone call, complaining that business was difficult. Now money is not money, and no one reads books. When I went in, I saw the bookshelf on the right. There are not many books. I carefully selected it for a period of time. Finally, I read San Mao's The Story of the Sahara. Why did you choose this? Perhaps because of Sanmao's fame, I haven't read her book, but I know her. In my memory, she was special. She spent some time in the Sahara as a writer, but nothing else. The story of the Sahara. It's an interesting name. What is the Sahara like? What's the story? I don't know. Let's see.
After reading it, I am glad that this is the first time I have read a book for a long time. This is an essay telling the story of San Mao in the Sahara. The article inside is very interesting, which makes me see something that needs novelty, the uniqueness of Sanmao and the interesting life of her and her husband Jose.
There are several stories in the book. Although I have such a poor memory and belong to fish, I still remember them. In the neighborhood, I saw Sanmao's generosity to her Saharan neighbor, including light bulbs, onions, gasoline, cotton and nails. . . After knowing the temperament of San Mao and Jose, the neighbors borrowed something from Dong and never returned it. Sanmao always distributes medicines to them. However, once Sanmao borrowed something from them. They were very stingy and saidno. There was always a house without a roof in the desert. Sanmao Jose had to use a plastic roof and built a half-high wall to separate their roof from the neighbor's rooftop to prevent the neighbor's sheep from falling down and the neighbor girl from stealing Sanmao's underwear. If this happens to me, I will jump with anger. However, Sanmao said regretfully, "Thanks to these neighbors, my desert days have been colorful by them, and I never know the taste of loneliness again." This is really painstaking.
In Dead Fruit, Sanmao was taken home by mistake because of receiving a spell, and her body soon began to bleed. On Jose's way to the hospital with San Mao, the brakes of the car unexpectedly failed, and she almost had an accident. And because she used detergent to clean the pot when she wiped that brand, the house actually began to leak. Seeing me is creepy, and I feel that there are really things in the world that science can't explain.
There is another story. Jose went home in the afternoon and drove Sanmao to the desert to look for fossils. As a result, he accidentally got into a quagmire. Nights in the desert are very cold. Without help, Jose would certainly not have succeeded. As a result, Sanmao met three Saharans who tried to bully her in the process of asking for help. Fortunately, Sanmao drove away tactfully, then turned off the light and dodged a bullet. When he came back, he tore open his skirt and helped Jose Serra return to safety. As a result, they even agreed to look for fossils the next day. I feel incredible after reading it. I have absolutely no such adventurous spirit. Is this for love, or the courage in your heart not to admit defeat?
And San Mao's neighbor girl Guka, who was only ten years old, married a stranger in the traditional Sahrawi ceremony, which made me feel how serious the feudal backwardness and discrimination against women in Africa are. Meet the dumb slave Sanmao, Sergeant Sabah. . . Too many exciting and sad stories.
I fell in love with Sanmao before I finished reading The Story of the Sahara. How can I describe her? I talk very little. Let's see what others say.
"San Mao's works are full of tragic beauty from the inside out. With seemingly peaceful and pure brushwork, she showed people her inner pain, the hardships of life, the helpless struggle of ordinary people in the world and her understanding of life. Those simple words are full of tears. "
"Simplicity and naturalness are the most important aesthetic features of Sanmao's prose language. Her language is "telling the truth, depicting feelings and painting real scenes". The formation of the simple and natural features of Sanmao's prose is related to his personality: Sanmao's character is free and easy, frank and willful, and he goes his own way. He is a writer full of personality and rebellion. Her unique personality influenced her creation. Sanmao's life is a world that no one has written. Taking her romantic and sad love life and strange and hard wandering life as the theme, she tried to write her true feelings. Sanmao is an emotional person, and it is most appropriate for her to choose prose as the main carrier to express her true feelings. Her prose is good at revealing the rich emotional world of human beings, and her frank monologue has become a frank documentary of inner feelings and gained a simple and natural aesthetic charm. "
"Sanmao has created a magnificent and legendary romantic world, with ups and downs of love stories, fascinating exoticism, galloping in the African desert and exploring the virgin forests of Latin America-these life experiences that ordinary people can't match have created youth idols on both sides of the Taiwan Strait."
"I didn't want to put the title of strange girl, which has become tacky, on San Mao, but there is nothing more suitable to describe it. Let's call her a strange girl. The positive meaning of "strange" should be "maverick". According to the interpretation of Ci Hai, it is also noble and unwilling to go with the flow. "
"San Mao's outlook on life is different from that of ordinary people. She believes that there are two forms of life: the body and the soul after death. She rationally chose to pursue the second stage of her life. We should respect her choice and not be too sad. Sanmao must have her reasons for choosing suicide. "
Free and easy, frank, romantic, maverick, unwilling to go with the flow, how can such a woman not like it!