A Simple Heart: Selected Novels and Short Stories by Flaubert
by H
About This Novel
"A Simple Heart" contains the novellas "Memories of a Madman" and "Autumn Rhythm" and the short story "A Simple Heart" by the famous French writer Flaubert. "Memories of a Madman" and "Autumn Rhythm" are his early works. "Memories of a Madman" describes the passion and melancholy of a young man who is silently in unrequited love and obsessed with love. "Autumn Rhythm" tells the story of a lonely, depressed young man who eagerly desires to experience the taste of love, but ends up dying of melancholy because of love. "A Simple Heart" writes about the ordinary and touching life of a maid. Through the details of daily life, the author creates a simple and touching image of a working woman, showing her beautiful and kind heart and brave and witty qualities.
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Official(8)Scraped 5d ago
Forever favorite. Summer is here again. I smelled flowers again for the first time.
Spring is approaching, when the lilacs begin to bloom and the birds begin to chirp on the green branches, I feel that I need love in my heart. I need to integrate my whole body and mind into it, need to be absorbed in some tender and deep feelings, and even how much I need to relax in the light and fragrance. Even now, there are still a few hours every year when I still feel that I am pure and flawless, and my virginity is sprouting in my heart; however, now there is not as much greenery in my heart as there is on the road, where the wind and sun make my eyes tired, and the dust is billowing and constantly flying.
As I walked forward step by step, life became more and more blurry to me, just like the distant scenery we looked at was blurred, because everything was in the past, even our saddest tears, loudest laughter, and their memories had faded; soon, my eyes became dry and wrinkles appeared at the corners of my mouth; I now only retain vague memories of those long and boring days, which lasted for several winters. I spent them yawning, looking forward to passing away early.
Flaubert's novels are so beautiful
I thought about my wasted time for a long time. I am secretly glad that my youth has finally passed. I am happy because my heart has become colder, and because I can say: when I touch my heart with my hand, it is like a furnace. Although it is still smoking, it is no longer burning. I slowly look back at the past, all of it: the thoughts, the emotions, the days of joy, the days of sorrow, the excitement of hope, the heartbreak of anxiety. They have all passed.
The puberty of the soul comes before the puberty of the body; therefore, I need love more than play, and I long for love more than sensuality. What is this view of love in early youth? I have even completely forgotten it now, but there is no carnal desire there, only infinity, but it is certain; it is an emotion when adolescence and adolescence intersect, an emotion in this transitional period, it is fleeting, and people forget about it.
I don't like Madman's memories very much, but a simple heart is still good
Make do, make do
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Official(8)Scraped 5d ago
Forever favorite. Summer is here again. I smelled flowers again for the first time.
Spring is approaching, when the lilacs begin to bloom and the birds begin to chirp on the green branches, I feel that I need love in my heart. I need to integrate my whole body and mind into it, need to be absorbed in some tender and deep feelings, and even how much I need to relax in the light and fragrance. Even now, there are still a few hours every year when I still feel that I am pure and flawless, and my virginity is sprouting in my heart; however, now there is not as much greenery in my heart as there is on the road, where the wind and sun make my eyes tired, and the dust is billowing and constantly flying.
As I walked forward step by step, life became more and more blurry to me, just like the distant scenery we looked at was blurred, because everything was in the past, even our saddest tears, loudest laughter, and their memories had faded; soon, my eyes became dry and wrinkles appeared at the corners of my mouth; I now only retain vague memories of those long and boring days, which lasted for several winters. I spent them yawning, looking forward to passing away early.
Flaubert's novels are so beautiful
I thought about my wasted time for a long time. I am secretly glad that my youth has finally passed. I am happy because my heart has become colder, and because I can say: when I touch my heart with my hand, it is like a furnace. Although it is still smoking, it is no longer burning. I slowly look back at the past, all of it: the thoughts, the emotions, the days of joy, the days of sorrow, the excitement of hope, the heartbreak of anxiety. They have all passed.
The puberty of the soul comes before the puberty of the body; therefore, I need love more than play, and I long for love more than sensuality. What is this view of love in early youth? I have even completely forgotten it now, but there is no carnal desire there, only infinity, but it is certain; it is an emotion when adolescence and adolescence intersect, an emotion in this transitional period, it is fleeting, and people forget about it.
I don't like Madman's memories very much, but a simple heart is still good
Make do, make do
