If the fog is bleak —— Reading Fang Siqi's Paradise of First Love

This novel is not long, you can finish it in two days. This length is just right. Too long will grind people. This is a sad story, which is actually a thousand miles away from heaven.

A little girl with no love concept was violated. The man who raped her diluted the sin with his own words and constructed her loving outlook on life with words. She must love and listen.

The world in her eyes is twisted, and so is her body. Abuse is love, and humiliation is also love. Trampled again and again, forced to bear humiliation again and again, and finally, she went crazy. ...

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Her brushwork is very much like Zhang Ailing, and there is a kind of smart and brilliant beauty between the lines.

I like this description of sister Evan. I saw her-beauty became a constellation and beauty became a shining star. It is the light that illuminates Yi Ting.

"The literary nun is wearing a skirt with white characters on a black background. It seems that with one finger, she will point out the constellation. The literary nun is like this. Her whole body is a constellation. Their beautiful, strong and brave sister Evian.

Sister Wen is sitting there today, and the sun is covered by leaves, shining like a star on her bare white arm. "

Zhang Ailing's description is also very colorful:

"The new contusion is eggplant or shrimp red, the old contusion is fox or mink hair, and the color of old tea. When taking a bath, literature and art put their hands on the wound as big as the palm of their hands, and the new fist hit the old fist, which was as colorful as tropical fish. "

There are many great metaphors in this novel. After reading it, you will find that shoes can also splash on the ground, and laughter can also turn into boiling water. You will find that your writing ideas are broadened and you are bolder when using metaphors.

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But her whole world is gray and twisted. However, she presented this deformity with the beauty of words.

"Although it is spring, the sun on the road is still burning. Walking barefoot on the asphalt road feels like watching a potted flower die of drought. Xiaoqi walked barefoot all the way to Li Guohua's secret apartment, stopped opposite the apartment, fell against the pillars of the arcade, and the whole person fell to the ground. It began to rot over time. "

Spring was supposed to be the birth of everything, but she died of drought, which was desolate.

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She is not like Zhang Ailing. She is not as skilled as Zhang Ailing's writing skills. She just weaves naturally and can even see the trip line.

Many paragraphs become straight without transition. Life has a sudden sting.

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Especially what she wrote about sex surprised me.

"Teachers never do this. The teacher always stops when the tongue swims to the navel. Xiaoqi only thinks it's funny. She is like a lake, where people can drink water and wash their faces. Every time the teacher presses her head, she kneels like a lamb. I only remember that the teacher's big hand raked her scalp, and it felt like she had been to a beauty salon for a long time, and the barber massaged her while washing her hair. Think about the scalp and you can forget your mouth. "

The lamb kneels and suckles. She doesn't write anymore, but everyone here knows. She is just a "drinking lake", and subconsciously expects herself to be clean.

"His small apartment left the noisy shore of Danshui River. In summer, the sun comes back late and turns from gold to orange at dusk. Siqi was pressed against the glass window by him, and the scenery in front of her was foggy, sunny, sunny and foggy by her breath. She doesn't know why she feels that the sun is like a full yolk, which is about to be punctured and will flow out and burn the whole city. "

I seem to see a little struggle of Fang Siqi, and now I have to accept it. The throbbing of my body when I have to accept it. And the throb of being bullied made her humiliated and unable to escape.

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Help and death

"One-dimensional elder brother and one-dimensional elder sister have a whole wall of books, the interlayer is deep, the book is pushed to the bottom, and there are all kinds of works of art in front, which I have seen at Grandpa Qian's house before. There are grapes, pomegranates, apples and apple leaves in the glazed teapot, and the pot body is covered with fruits, which blocks the complete works of Gide. " Narrow door "and" Vatican cellar ",all kinds of things, only the first word is higher than the glass pot, and when you look at it, it becomes: narrow, Vatican, farmland, security, people, fake, such as Du and Japan. There is a sense of concealment. There is also a feeling of calling for help. "

Even the books on the bookshelf are shaking for help in Xiao Si's eyes. Books are books, and bookshelves are just bookshelves. But in her eyes, everyone is sending distress messages, because she is hiding and asking for help. She always writes about personal physics in her own eyes. Just like if there were no wanderers, the rustling leaves would not become a famous sentence through the ages.

She thinks that the sky is the belly of a dead fish, which is different. It is estimated that most people who see the dawn will not think of this word. At most, it looks like a fish-belly white, jumping fish, swimming fish, fish in the blue waves ... but Fang Siqi's eyes are dead fish.

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If the fog is bleak.

She is like a pink camellia blown off by the wind. In her prime, she fell to the ground and got dirty. And it's not soil, it's cement disguised as soil. She sank but could not take root and slowly withered.

The roses around her are not in full bloom, the rustling green bamboo is still at the age of dreams, and the magnolia is still a furry bug, which withers early. It became a curly petal, a brown flower. Fortunately, she left a bleak memory in the world, otherwise she would have been separated.