Thoughts on Mango Street Cabin

After reading a book, everyone must have a lot of feelings about life or things. It's time to calm down and write a review. Want to know how to write your thoughts after reading? The following is my comment on mango street cottage. Welcome to share.

I don't know whether to call it diary or fairy tale. The hut on Mango Street is such a beautiful and pure little book. It consists of dozens of short stories, one of which tells a story about a person, an event, a dream, several clouds, several trees and several relationships. The language is clear as running water, dotted with scattered rhymes and novel metaphors, such as a long song, which rhymes with each other and connects with each other, bringing together a clear world and a variety of miscellaneous lives. All the stories belong to a narrative center: Espe Lanza (Spanish for hope), a girl who lives in Mango Street, a Latin American immigrant community in Chicago. Born with sympathy and beauty for the weak, she looked at the world around her with clear eyes, telling stories of growth, vicissitudes of life, the beauty and hardship of life, young aspirations and dreams, the dream of owning her own house, the dream of pursuing herself in writing, and the ability to help others. I don't know what age this book is written for. The little girl's story looks trivial and unremarkable, but it has a wonderful power, which makes people involuntarily imagine such a distant place, a plump and transparent girl, a subtle and sensitive colorful time anytime and anywhere. I like the stories of these little girls, I also like Espe Lanza in this book, and I also like the little protagonists in Miyazaki Hayao movies. In their stories, a time scale is interspersed with faint watermarks, and some fragments are like the cool breeze blowing in the summer afternoon, turning over the immature notes in the diary.

When you turn over such a detailed diary, it seems that you can see Espe Langsha's bright big eyes under her long black hair, like a wild cat, with obvious stubbornness and milk-like taste. She tells you her little gains, troubles and precautions today, how much she wants a big house of her own, her little adventure with Renee and many, many deja vu stories. These stories remind me of playing with my childhood friends and finding a legendary four-leaf clover under that old banyan tree. In our dark and shabby hut, we folded many paper boats and played with many dolls. Run far away and eat some strange snacks; Sunbathing by the river and playing with them in the fields. Every girl used to be Espe Lanza, and every girl was surrounded by Espe Lanza. That Espe Langsha hiding beside you, I don't know when it was hidden in your heart. In those quiet and sunny days by the river, she occasionally came out to dry her hair and feet. She is neither a little prince nor Peter Pan. She is natural and true, and touches everyone's soft heart. When you follow her into her world, you will find that such a book turned out to be your forgotten childhood diary.

After reading the hut in Mango Street, I opened the bright yellow paper and followed the little girl with a white outline into Mango Street.

So the little girl has a name. Her name is Espe Lanza. She said in English, my name means hope. In Spanish, my name means too many letters, sadness and waiting. It's like the number nine. A muddy color, this is Sunday morning. Mexican records show dad shaving and sobbing. Esperanza, I read the name in my mind. This name hides too much emotion and another story of Espe Lanza (Espe Lanza's great-grandmother).

She said that her great-grandmother was a horse woman. When she was young, she was like a wild horse. She is strong and stubborn, has her own skills and lives freely. Until her father walked with a sack around her head and married her great-grandfather. Great-grandmother's life well explains the meaning of "Esperanza" in Spanish. Later, she stared out of the window all her life, staring like many women, and her elbow was sad. Espe Lanza told me that although she inherited her great-grandmother's name, she didn't want to inherit her position by the window.

Follow Espe Lanza to a small red house, which is their hut on Mango Street. She drifted with her parents, who had no roots under the sky of racial discrimination. Cathy, a white girl's departure, suddenly awakened Espe Lanza's racial consciousness. She finally understands that there is serious racial discrimination in the so-called white society, which is also the reason why those people avoid Mexicans on Mango Street. In the eyes of those people, this immigrant block is dirty and dangerous, and the people in the block are up to no good. These residents are just ordinary fathers, mothers or children of every family.

She also told me a lot, including her hair, four thin trees in front of the window, Marin dancing under the lamp, a woman who brought her own rice sandwich and wore old shoes to the dance to tell her fortune, and Rafina who drank cocoa papaya juice on Tuesday. ...

Finally, she said she was leaving Mango Street, and she received an email from the postman. She wants to say goodbye to mango. She said she left to come back. For those who stay behind me, for those who can't get out.

When I closed the book, I saw a girl become a woman. Espe Langsha saw the truth with her keen observation. She doesn't pin her hopes on anyone, but rewrites her destiny by herself. She not only hopes that her life can be changed, but also hopes that she can help those who can't get out of Mango Street.

She likes telling stories. She made up a story, the hut on Mango Street, for herself and for those who can't go out.

After reading The Cabin on Mango Street, during the summer vacation, I read The Cabin on Mango Street, written by American writer Sandra cisneros.

This book consists of 44 relatively independent short stories, all of which take place in a small street called Mango Street in Chicago. Espe Langsha, who lives on the street, is naturally sympathetic to other people's sufferings and sensitive to beauty. She looked at the world around her with clear eyes and told her growth, vicissitudes, beautiful life, young aspirations and dreams in beautiful and immature language. I dream of having a house of my own, and I dream of pursuing myself in writing, gaining freedom, helping others, getting out of poverty as soon as possible and flying out of Mango Street.

Espe Lanza understands that it is unstable to rely on men, and men will only become "masters" who enslave women. If women want to realize themselves, they can only get rid of men and rely on themselves. When her mother comforted her that she would become more and more beautiful, she retorted, "I decided not to be as docile as others when I grow up, and put my neck on the threshold and wait for the sweet cangue chain." Espe Lanza's understanding of gender is the second step for her to resist the patriarchal society.

Alicia is an awakened "new woman". In order not to spend her life behind a rolling pin, she studied all night and went to college. In her father's eyes, everything is wrong. She is afraid of her father. In her eyes, her father is like those furry mice with four legs, manipulating her everywhere. This book not only reflects alicia's fears and efforts, but also reflects Espe Langsha's admiration for alicia and his dissatisfaction and resistance to the patriarchal society. At the same time, alysia is a microcosm of Espe Langsha.

Old Espe Lanza is a strong, stubborn and wild woman. Although she didn't want to marry, she was "carried away by the' great grandfather' with a sack on her head". Her life, a good interpretation of the meaning of this Spanish name. Great-grandmother was enslaved by a patriarchal society.

The reason why the protagonist can complete this series of changes and finally embark on a different path stems from the oppression of the family, that is, the cruel reality that parents' families, other people's families and girls form their own families through marriage, which has become a vivid negative teaching material for the protagonist to realize transformation and laid the foundation for the little girl to make the right decision.

The hut on Mango Street is such a simple book. Her words are so pure and her life is so puzzling. It can let a group of people find the language and only let a group of people say their mistakes. It tries to make a person on the edge, but there is a clearing behind it, but not bad!

Thoughts on mango street hut 4. In my mind, this is the hut on Mango Street.

The first time I learned about this book, a classmate told me. He saw it in an American literature class and fell in love with it. Later, another friend in the United States was fascinated by it and said with emotion: Why can people write such good things, while women writers in China can only write "treasures"? I always believed in his eyes. After listening to this feeling, I immediately searched online. As a result, I saw a comment quoting a passage from a book. I think this is the sweetest foreign language I have ever seen since I taught myself a foreign language.

Only mom's hair, mom's hair, like a small rosette and a small candy ring, is so curvy, because she rolls them up all day. When she holds you, stick your nose in and smell it. When she holds you, you feel safe and smell good. It's the warm smell of the bread to be baked, and it's the smell with body temperature when she gives you the corner of the bed. You sleep beside her, it's raining outside, and dad is snoring. Oh, snoring, rain, and mom's hair that smells like bread.

Just a few simple lines, with simple words and childish tone in the diary of primary school students, but at the moment of reading, flowers fall on the treetops and the breeze blows the stream. Every rhyme touches a weak nerve, and every slender stroke touches a long memory. Perhaps, a realm of the beauty of words is infinitely close to the interlinked artistic fields, capturing the spirituality of music and painting. For example, Vimalakīrti's poems, such as Jiang Baishi's ci, are all wonderful, but they are only compared by sound and painting.

How can you not make your forefinger move when you taste such a taste? At that time, my friends who were deeply involved in it couldn't help itching, and they translated many articles and sent them to me for me to read quickly. After reading them one by one, I feel more and more interesting. The first time you see that lovely text, you may only admire the author's ability to control the text and capture the feeling. But later, you found yourself out of control, completely immersed in the situation in the book, and re-experienced the loss and understanding in your growth journey. It was a shocking experience. Through the feelings of the little hero, the pain and beauty of life were written so implicitly and vaguely. A book written in the tone of a little girl contains so much! A lot of words, through time and space, ring the bell of your heart, and then fall silent and settle down quietly. Imagine, many years later, looking up at the sky, you can still read the sentence in the book: "There can't be too many skies. You can sleep under the sky and wake up drunk ... "

It is such a book that you will remember it after reading it. After thinking about it, you will find that you have fallen in love with it, even with the language it operates. For example, after reading Tang poetry and Song poetry, you will fall in love with ancient Chinese, and after reading Morning Flowers, you will fall in love with modern vernacular Chinese. Yes, it is so precious. After reading it, you will want to collect those treasures that will be quick.

I'm glad this book was introduced to China. The bilingual version is even better than the original.