& lt Jane Eyre; What is it about? What is the heroine's name?

Jane Eyre is an autobiographical novel, which explains such a theme: human value = dignity+love.

Charlotte Brontexq, the author of Jane Eyre, and Emily, the author of Wuthering Heights, are sisters. Although they live in the same social and family environment, their personalities are quite different. Charlotte Brontexq is gentler, purer and more fond of pursuing something beautiful. Although the family is poor, she lost her maternal love since she was a child, and her father's love is even rarer. In addition, she is short and ugly, but perhaps it is this deep inferiority complex in her soul that is reflected in her personality as a very sensitive self-esteem. The Jane she described. Love is also an unattractive short woman, but she has extremely strong self-esteem. She is determined to pursue a bright, holy and beautiful life.

Jane Eyre lives in an environment where her parents are dead and dependent on others. She was treated differently from her peers since she was a child. The disgust of menstruation, the contempt of cousin, the insult and beating of cousin ... this is a cruel trampling on the dignity of children. Fortunately, however, in her extremely stingy boarding school life, Jane Eyre met a lovely friend: Helen Burns. Helen's docile, intelligent and extremely tolerant personality has always influenced Jane.

Before Rochester, she never felt inferior, because she was a humble governess. On the contrary, she thinks they are equal. She should not be respected by others because she is a servant. It is because of her integrity, nobility and purity that Rochester was shocked by the fact that her mind was not polluted by secular society, and regarded her as a person who could talk to herself on an equal footing in spirit, and slowly fell in love with her deeply. His sincerity touched her and she accepted him. On their wedding day, when Jane Eyre learned that Rochester had a wife, she felt that she had to leave. She said, "I will abide by the laws of the world recognized by God, and I will stick to the principles I accepted when I was awake, and I will not be so crazy as I am now." "I will firmly stick to this position." This is the reason why Jane Eyre told Rochester that she must leave, but from the heart, the deeper reason is that Jane Eyre realized that she was cheated and her self-esteem was teased because she loved Rochester deeply. How can a woman stand being cheated by the person she trusts and is closest to? Jane Eyre withstood it and made a very rational decision. Surrounded by such a powerful love force and lured by a beautiful and rich life, she still insists on her dignity as an individual, which is the most spiritual charm of Jane Eyre.

The novel has a bright ending-although Rochester's manor was destroyed and he himself became a cripple, we can see that Jane Eyre is no longer in the contradiction between dignity and love, but at the same time she is satisfied-she married Rochester with dignity and love.

The novel tells us that the best life of human beings is human dignity and love, and the ending of the novel arranges such a life for the heroine. Although I think this ending is too perfect, even this perfection itself marks superficiality, I still respect the author's ideal of this beautiful life-dignity plus love. After all, in today's society, the realization of the formula of human value = dignity+love is often inseparable from the help of money. People seem to be madly addicted to the love of money and status. Choose rich between poor and rich, and choose not to love between love and not to love. Few people will abandon everything for love and personality like Jane. What Jane Eyre shows us is a simplification, a return to simplicity, a feeling of pursuing wholehearted devotion, and a sense of simplification regardless of gains and losses. It is like a glass of ice water, purifying every reader's mind and awakening readers, especially female readers. Created by Liu Hongping.

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"But why did you come?" I can't help saying.

"It is impolite to ask guests. But since you asked, I will answer it, just to chat with you for a while. I'm tired of silent books and empty rooms. In addition, since yesterday, I have been a little annoyed, like a person listening to half a story and eager to hear it. "

He sat down. I recalled his strange behavior yesterday and really began to worry that his reason was affected. However, if he is insane, his insanity is relatively calm and calm. I have never seen his beautiful face, like a marble statue, when he rolled his snow-wet hair from his forehead to his side and let the light shine on his pale forehead and cheeks at will. Sadly, I found this face clearly engraved with hard work and sadness. I waited, hoping that he would say something I could at least understand, but now his hand is on his chin and his finger is on his lips, and he is thinking. My impression is that his hands are as thin as his face. My heart surges-array may be redundant pity, was moved to say a word:

"I hope Diana or Mary can come and live with you. It's a pity that you are so careless about your health. "

"-not at all," he said. "If necessary, I will take care of myself. I'm fine now. What do you think is wrong with me? "

He was absent-minded and indifferent when he said this. To show my concern, at least in his view, is superfluous. I shut my mouth.

He still slowly moved his finger to his upper lip and looked at the flickering fireplace sleepily, as if he had something important to say. I immediately asked him if he felt a cold wind blowing from the door behind him.

No, no, "he was a little annoyed and answered simply.

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "if you don't want to talk, you can keep silent and I won't bother you. I will read my book. "

So I cut the wick and went on reading mamie Aung. Soon he began to move, and my eyes were immediately attracted by his movements. He just took out a goatskin tanned wallet, took out a letter from it, looked at it silently, folded it again, put it back, and lost in thought. There is such an incredible fixture in front of me that I can't stand it if I want to see it. I don't want to play dumb at this impatient moment. If he is unhappy, he can refuse me, but I want to talk to him.

"Have you heard from Diana and Mary recently?"

"I haven't received that letter since I showed it to you a week ago."

"Is there anything you can change about your own arrangement? You won't be told to leave Britain earlier than you expected, will you? "

"To be honest, I'm afraid not. This opportunity is too good to fall on me. " I made no progress at this point, so I turned my gun and decided to talk about schools and students.

"Mary Garrett's mother is better. Mary came to school this morning. I have four new classmates from the foundry next week-if it hadn't snowed, it would have arrived today. "

"Really?"

"Mr Oliver paid for two of them."

"Really?"

"He is going to invite all the school guests at Christmas."

"I see."

"Is it your suggestion?"

"No."

"Whose is that?"

"I think it's his daughter's."

"As she said, she has a kind heart."

"yes."

There was a pause in the conversation, and then there was a gap. The clock struck eight. The bell woke him up. He crossed his legs, stood up straight and turned to me.

"Put your book for a while, near the fire," he said.

I was a little confused and thought endlessly, so I agreed.

"Half an hour ago," he continued, "I talked about my desire to hear a sequel to a story. Later on, I thought it would be easier for me to play the role of commentator and turn you into an audience. Before the opening ceremony, I made a statement. I'm afraid this story sounds a bit trite to you, but those outdated details often get a certain degree of freshness when they are spit out from another mouth. As for the rest, it doesn't matter, whether it is stale or fresh, it is short anyway. "

"Twenty years ago, a poor priest-whatever his name is now-fell in love with the daughter of a rich man. She fell in love with him and married him despite the opposition of all her friends. They broke up with her as soon as the wedding was over. Two years later, the hasty couple both passed away. Lying quietly under the same slate (I have seen their graves, in a densely populated industrial city in XX county, where there is an old church as black as soot, surrounded by a large cemetery, and their graves have become a part of the cemetery sidewalk). They left a daughter who was born on the knee of charity-that knee is as cold as the snow I was trapped in tonight. Charity gave this friendless little thing to a rich relative of her mother. Adopted by the child's aunt, a Mrs. Reed named Gateshead. You are startled. What did you hear? I guess it's just a mouse that climbed over the beam of the classroom next door. This used to be a barn, but I renovated it later. This barn has always been a haunt of rats. Go ahead. Mrs. Reed has been raising the orphan for ten years. I can't tell whether she is happy or unhappy with her children, because I haven't heard of it. But ten years later, she transferred her children to a place you know-Loward School, where you have lived for a long time yourself. Her experience there seems glorious. Like you, she changed from a student to a teacher-to be honest, I always think your life experience is very similar to her-and she left there to be a tutor. There, your fate came together again, and she took on the responsibility of educating Mr. Rochester as a ward. "

"Mr. Rivers!"

"I can guess how you feel," he said, "but hold on for a while, and I'm almost finished. Hear me out. I know nothing about Mr. Rochester except one thing. In other words, he announced that he would marry the young girl with dignity. On the altar, she found that he had a crazy wife, but she was still alive. His future actions and suggestions can only be based on imagination. Later, I had to ask the governess one thing, only to find that she had left-no one knew when, where or how. She left Thornfield at night. She has considered every path she might take, but found nothing. The county looked everywhere, but she didn't get any worry. But finding her has become a top priority. Every newspaper advertised, and even I received a letter from a lawyer named Mr. Briggs informing me of these details. Isn't this a strange story? "

"That's what you told me," I said. "Since you know so much, of course you can tell me-what happened to Mr. Rochester? How is he? Where is he? What are you doing? How is he? "

"I know nothing about Mr. Rochester. Apart from the fraud and illegal intention I mentioned, this letter never talked about him. You should still ask the tutor's name. -ask her what nature she must have. "

"So no one has been to Thornfield House? Has no one seen Mr. Rochester? "

"I don't think so."

"But did they write to him?"

"Of course."

"What did he say? Who has his letter? "

"Mr. Briggs said that his request was not answered by Mr. Rochester, but was made by a woman with the signature' Alice Fairfax'"

For a moment, I felt disheartened, and my worst fears probably came true. It is entirely possible that he has left England, desperate and rashly rushed to the places he has been to on the European continent. Where can he find an anesthetic to treat his huge and painful moss? Did you find someone to vent your passion? I dare not answer this question. Oh, my poor master-he has almost become my husband-I often call him "my dear Edward!" " "

"He must be a bad man," said Mr Rivers.

"You don't know him-don't judge him." I said excitedly.

"Well," he replied quietly, "in fact, I wasn't thinking about him. I want to end my story. Since you didn't ask the name of the tutor, I had to say it myself-wait-I have it here-and it is often more satisfying to see important things written down in black and white. "

He unhurriedly took out his wallet again, opened it, rummaged through it carefully and pulled out a torn piece of paper from a mezzanine. I recognized it from the texture of the note and the blue, blue and red stains. He robbed it and originally covered it on the edge of the paper on the painting. He stood up and put the newspaper in front of my eyes. I saw the word "Jane Eyre" written in black ink-it was undoubtedly left by accident.

"Briggs wrote to me and asked about a man named Jane Eyre," he said. "The advertisement is looking for a man named Jane Eyre. I know a man named Jane Elliot-I admit, I had my doubts, and I wasn't sure until the mystery was solved yesterday afternoon. Do you admit your real name and give up your pseudonym? "

"Yes-yes-but where is Mr. Briggs? He probably knows Mr. Rochester better than you do. "

"Briggs is in London. I doubt whether he knows Mr. Rochester. He is not interested in Mr. Rochester. At the same time, you chose sesame and forgot watermelon. You didn't ask Briggs why he wanted to see you-what did he want you to do? "

"Well, what does he need?"

"Just to tell you that your uncle, Mr. Ai, who lives in Madeira Islands, has passed away. He left you all his property, and now you are rich-that's all-nothing else. "

"Me? Do you have money? "

"Yes, you are rich-a complete heiress." (Chapter 33)