Reminiscing About the Lost Years: under the Shadow of the Girl's Flowers
by H
About This Novel
French novelist Marcel Proust won the Prix Goncourt, France's highest literary award, for this book. No matter how time passes and the scene changes, my mind will always go back to that time and place, just to take a look at me and her at that time, when we secretly dated. Even though I have met countless celebrities and attended countless banquets, what I longed for most was to walk into her living room and become a member of her "little tea party."
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Official(34)Scraped 11d ago
No life is born for death, and no life is destined to die.
Sometimes I feel that I will spend my whole life doing something. But I feel nothing. Do you know this kind of life? He walked alone on the road, dying silently for sixteen years, not knowing how much time he had left.
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Very nice, but a bit hard to understand
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Can't quite understand. . .
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It's a great book. I've heard about it a long time ago but never had the chance to read it. Now I can read it!
Sofa! ! !
The cold weather prompts me to change my kapok fur, and I rely on the original works in the suburbs to travel closer. Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair.
It is said to be an incomprehensible masterpiece, but in fact it is not that exaggerated.
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Official(34)Scraped 11d ago
No life is born for death, and no life is destined to die.
Sometimes I feel that I will spend my whole life doing something. But I feel nothing. Do you know this kind of life? He walked alone on the road, dying silently for sixteen years, not knowing how much time he had left.
>:-<
Very nice, but a bit hard to understand
Classics worth reading
Can't quite understand. . .
Read and check in every day
It's a great book. I've heard about it a long time ago but never had the chance to read it. Now I can read it!
Sofa! ! !
The cold weather prompts me to change my kapok fur, and I rely on the original works in the suburbs to travel closer. Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair.
It is said to be an incomprehensible masterpiece, but in fact it is not that exaggerated.
