After reading the "Old Things in the South of the City"

"Old Things in the South of the City" is a very fascinating book written by Lin Haiyin. I used to read it very much, but today I read it. I really feel the feeling of happiness, happiness, sadness, parting and helplessness inside.

In the 1930s, children at that time went to the entertainment circle to watch open-air movies, listen to plays, and play... All of this was the scene depicted by writer Lin Haiyin in The Old Things in the South. Reading and reading, I gradually walked into the book: a little girl Yingzi followed her father and mother from Japan to the sea and came to Beijing to live in an alley in the south of the city. Everything here makes me curious. The "mad" woman in front of the Huian Pavilion, the little partner girl who is often beaten, the thief hidden in the wild grass, the Lancome who dared to break through the old family and pursue a new life, left My child came to be the mother of Song, the strict father, they have been accompanied by Ying Zi, but in the end they all left.

The book also writes about his childhood childlike views and describes his life. My father’s middle-aged death made her grow up between the day and she was no longer a child. My mother was a widow at the age of 28, she was sad for her mother, her mother loved her, did not return to Tianjin, did not want to let the children suffer, so I could not help but think of my mother's love and care for me.

In contrast, although my childhood was carefree, Yingzi’s childhood was very exciting. Her childhood was dramatic, but it was very real and simple.

Yingzi’s views are different, so pure and innocent. Touched me, he will treat everyone with kindness, no matter how good or bad, in her view, everyone is the same, this rare idea, wonderful artistic conception can not bear to break.

Look at the "Old Things in the South of the City", my heart is holding a trace of warmth, because such exquisite things are rarely seen, because she does not deliberately express anything, only a scene and a scene to calmly depict the old Beijing in the eyes of a child, just like Life is talking about itself. It’s not so bad, it’s thick and gentle, so pure and indifferent, and it’s a long time, it’s full of human fireworks, but there’s no point in chasing the name.

This magical book, like a master of painting, has created a real world of humanity. Good, evil, and warmth have presented me with a wonderful performance. Closing the last page of the book, there was a faint fragrance in the room that could not be dispersed for a long time...

The second day: the lonely wind of the horizon