Shen Xue
About This Novel
During the "Cultural Revolution", Sun Xiaoying, a female educated youth from Tianjin, jumped into the Great Northern Wilderness. Her fragile body and sensitive mind were constantly tempered and harmed by the harsh environment. Another female educated youth, Shu Di, is tall and strong, positive and optimistic, and full of vitality. Their friendship illuminates Sun Xiaoying's gloomy youth years. However, as personal destiny is wrapped up in the torrent of history, can the pure snow-like feelings between girls withstand the double test of nature and society?
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The windows in Beidahuang foreshadowed the struggle of the educated youth and witnessed Sun Xiaoying's unique psychological activities. All the things we experienced in our youth contributed to the vicissitudes of that era. Fortunately, we are all lucky... During those years in a different place, we all worked hard to live.
Books with two heroines are so rare! It seems that the two heroines are still the main storyline, rather than the male and female protagonists. I am very curious about what will happen to the two heroines before and whether their feelings are consistent.
Worth reading
Not to mention anything else, the friendship between the two female educated youths at that time was very simple, which means that many years later, they would also think about each other's feelings, so compared to the plastic we have now, having them at that time was really enviable.
I feel like the female educated youth who went to the countryside in that era were miserable! The earlier they go to the countryside, the longer they can stay in the village. The more inequality and injustice they suffer. I hope the two heroines can support each other and embrace a bright future together.
Wonderful content
--Why don't I want to wash as happily as they do? I also love the scent of soap and the dazzling smoothness that comes out of my body after being scrubbed. It feels so comfortable. But I always wash quickly, which is exactly the opposite of my efficiency in working. I know that I am far from cleansed, especially because there are still a lot of dust and sand buried in my hair. However, I really don't want to move anymore. The quilt is so good, it is like a bunker, completely protecting the body. Even if it is only for five or ten minutes, I am deeply greedy for it. I couldn't sleep for a long time after returning to the dormitory. I thought about the documentary for a long time - the white curtain floating in the night wind, the bright firelight, and the black and round muzzle of the gun. I kept thinking: This is war, what is war? It's cold, muddy, hungry, siege, the sky is covered with clouds, the wilderness and forests have become a place of blood, flesh and blood compete with steel, and lives are shattered by flying shrapnel... I saw the terrifying power of the gun, a crazy power that made me tremble with fear. However, he also realized that no matter who he is, once he is armed, he may be extraordinary. I stood in the sand pit at half a person's height and spread the sand outward. The very moist sand smelled like melted ice and snow, and it made a crunching noise without touching the shovel board at all. While working, I would stop from time to time and watch the chickens and ducks running in the spring breeze, their fur being blown around, their feet crooked, and their cries so joyful and real. A small pale golden beetle slowly crawled out of the sand and climbed onto the feet. It must be the first insect to wake up. Move your feet away, bend down to catch it, catch it in the palm of your hand and gently hold it up, put it on the grass branch outside the sand pit, and watch it crawling without any scruples in the world where all things are awakening. Humans are really seasonal animals. Once the severe cold is over, my mood begins to become more relaxed. A rare kind of relaxation relaxes me, and I feel that the cold accumulated in my body is blown away by the warm wind. When I am confused, I will instinctively find the connection between things. I will recall the sequence bit by bit, thinking about the few pieces of candy still left in the mail bag, thinking about someone who said a compliment to me yesterday, or a newly repaired fork or a pair of repaired shoes. In short, I cherish all the little details of masturbation. It seems that without them, it would be difficult to survive this day. I discovered that the world at night is very beautiful. On the vast edge of the wilderness, a waterline-like purple line connected with the sky. There is a particularly deep place of darkness, where the unfathomable secrets of survival in the world are buried... Enjoy the fruits of harvest, see the most basic connection between land and people, and see the rewards of land for people's hard work. However, I think, in this autumn day, what is my real gain? --Is it hard work that can't be described in words? Various agricultural skills? Or, growing melancholy? Standing on the land that has been harvested, you can see that the remaining crops and vegetation are withered, and the bitter smell of decay is lingering in the air. Smelling this bitter taste, I saw the end of all lives in this world and thought of the brevity and contingency of life. In the gloomy autumn colors, I stared blankly at the diagonal shadow of the sun on the bare wilderness. I noticed that the shadow of the sun was moving very fast, with the momentum of never looking back. At the same time, a migratory bird whimpered and flew south, looking hasty and fearful. If I were the toad traveler in the fable, I could ask this migratory bird to pick up a stick of grass. I would bite the stick tightly and travel far away with it, flying back to my warm hometown... This is of course a foolish dream. I looked up to the deserted sky in despair, chasing the lonely migratory bird, all the way into the depths of the sky. Looking ahead, a plume of earthy gray smoke rose from the ground. Like a Taoist priest, it came and went quickly. Two grass trees were lifted up and collided in the air.
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Official(6)Scraped 6d ago
Appreciation
The windows in Beidahuang foreshadowed the struggle of the educated youth and witnessed Sun Xiaoying's unique psychological activities. All the things we experienced in our youth contributed to the vicissitudes of that era. Fortunately, we are all lucky... During those years in a different place, we all worked hard to live.
Books with two heroines are so rare! It seems that the two heroines are still the main storyline, rather than the male and female protagonists. I am very curious about what will happen to the two heroines before and whether their feelings are consistent.
Worth reading
Not to mention anything else, the friendship between the two female educated youths at that time was very simple, which means that many years later, they would also think about each other's feelings, so compared to the plastic we have now, having them at that time was really enviable.
I feel like the female educated youth who went to the countryside in that era were miserable! The earlier they go to the countryside, the longer they can stay in the village. The more inequality and injustice they suffer. I hope the two heroines can support each other and embrace a bright future together.
Wonderful content
--Why don't I want to wash as happily as they do? I also love the scent of soap and the dazzling smoothness that comes out of my body after being scrubbed. It feels so comfortable. But I always wash quickly, which is exactly the opposite of my efficiency in working. I know that I am far from cleansed, especially because there are still a lot of dust and sand buried in my hair. However, I really don't want to move anymore. The quilt is so good, it is like a bunker, completely protecting the body. Even if it is only for five or ten minutes, I am deeply greedy for it. I couldn't sleep for a long time after returning to the dormitory. I thought about the documentary for a long time - the white curtain floating in the night wind, the bright firelight, and the black and round muzzle of the gun. I kept thinking: This is war, what is war? It's cold, muddy, hungry, siege, the sky is covered with clouds, the wilderness and forests have become a place of blood, flesh and blood compete with steel, and lives are shattered by flying shrapnel... I saw the terrifying power of the gun, a crazy power that made me tremble with fear. However, he also realized that no matter who he is, once he is armed, he may be extraordinary. I stood in the sand pit at half a person's height and spread the sand outward. The very moist sand smelled like melted ice and snow, and it made a crunching noise without touching the shovel board at all. While working, I would stop from time to time and watch the chickens and ducks running in the spring breeze, their fur being blown around, their feet crooked, and their cries so joyful and real. A small pale golden beetle slowly crawled out of the sand and climbed onto the feet. It must be the first insect to wake up. Move your feet away, bend down to catch it, catch it in the palm of your hand and gently hold it up, put it on the grass branch outside the sand pit, and watch it crawling without any scruples in the world where all things are awakening. Humans are really seasonal animals. Once the severe cold is over, my mood begins to become more relaxed. A rare kind of relaxation relaxes me, and I feel that the cold accumulated in my body is blown away by the warm wind. When I am confused, I will instinctively find the connection between things. I will recall the sequence bit by bit, thinking about the few pieces of candy still left in the mail bag, thinking about someone who said a compliment to me yesterday, or a newly repaired fork or a pair of repaired shoes. In short, I cherish all the little details of masturbation. It seems that without them, it would be difficult to survive this day. I discovered that the world at night is very beautiful. On the vast edge of the wilderness, a waterline-like purple line connected with the sky. There is a particularly deep place of darkness, where the unfathomable secrets of survival in the world are buried... Enjoy the fruits of harvest, see the most basic connection between land and people, and see the rewards of land for people's hard work. However, I think, in this autumn day, what is my real gain? --Is it hard work that can't be described in words? Various agricultural skills? Or, growing melancholy? Standing on the land that has been harvested, you can see that the remaining crops and vegetation are withered, and the bitter smell of decay is lingering in the air. Smelling this bitter taste, I saw the end of all lives in this world and thought of the brevity and contingency of life. In the gloomy autumn colors, I stared blankly at the diagonal shadow of the sun on the bare wilderness. I noticed that the shadow of the sun was moving very fast, with the momentum of never looking back. At the same time, a migratory bird whimpered and flew south, looking hasty and fearful. If I were the toad traveler in the fable, I could ask this migratory bird to pick up a stick of grass. I would bite the stick tightly and travel far away with it, flying back to my warm hometown... This is of course a foolish dream. I looked up to the deserted sky in despair, chasing the lonely migratory bird, all the way into the depths of the sky. Looking ahead, a plume of earthy gray smoke rose from the ground. Like a Taoist priest, it came and went quickly. Two grass trees were lifted up and collided in the air.
