Listen to the Wind

I have read the physical book of "Listen to the Wind Sing" in the summer, and I have to say that this book is really suitable for reading in the summer, especially in the summer when it is so hot that it no longer makes people feel hot. At that time, I had just graduated from high school. I didn't have many friends, so I took a few books and hid back in my hometown in the county town, living in a snail's nest, just living a casual life. I read Murakami's "The End of the World and Grim Wonderland" some time ago. It was in winter. At that time, walking alone on the thick night snow would resonate a little with "I" at the end of the world. That's when I felt that Murakami's writing was really in line with my temperament, which later led me to choose to read Murakami's debut novel "Hear the Wind Sing". I spent a few days that summer reading "Listen to the Wind Sing". My reading relied on a state, a state of being isolated from the surroundings and connected to the surroundings, a state of detachment and reciprocation. I was bored in the county town and wandered around on my bicycle. What was hotter than the heat that summer was the beads of sweat running down my back. The Martians who turned into wind in the book echoed in the vertical and horizontal wells. They have long been living in eternity, and they have long abandoned eternity in the future. Everything is about to disappear. As the saying goes, the feeling is from scalp to toes. In two days it will be forgotten. Continue to wander into the vast and boring life. I have a special constitution. Whenever I forget myself in life, I am always absorbed by that state. I seemed to have been happy and happy before, but I seemed to have forgotten it, and now I am depressed again. The flaws that I had ignored in the past shot out from hiding like poisonous snakes and bit me hard on the wound. A wound that was a wound before the bite. Cycle back and forth between the fire end of desire, far and near. Someone said to me, you see, university is just like this, it's different from what you expected. In fact, I didn't look forward to it at first, but this attitude seems inappropriate, so I'll look forward to it for now. . It is always an imaginary gesture that escapes from the world. It is embarrassing even if you don't look at it carefully. You should have expectations for the future and focus on the present. Nihilism, post-nihilism, existentialism, post-existentialism, structuralism, post-structuralism. . . You should hold on to something and make life light or heavy, and everything will disappear. Wait, there is some room for maneuver in this moment. Intellectuals in science and engineering must have such awareness. I am operating within this limited time and space. Pick up the operations in the laboratory, the calculations on the calculation paper, and the professional knowledge that cannot be put down. Well, some random thoughts, some daydreams. Get ready and go live again. You have just gone to college, you are still an apprentice, life has just begun, and life will continue. Once you enter this place, you will never return. Fun, desire, pleasure? These are not reasons for me to continue. Reasons for me to continue are not reasons. Once born, it is like being tied to a slide rail and sliding all the way to death. Well, it is not that there is no choice, but the end point is the same. Well, there are options. Otherwise. Don't want to choose?

Reading Japanese novels is like throwing a rock sugar into boiled water. Either you spill it before you drink it, or the sugar hasn't melted after you drink it. The writing style is like flowing in the wind, casual and sloppy, regardless of the same writing logic. Words, like life, are a momentary appearance in the evolution of the universe. "What you are traveling through is not carved along the slope of time. In other words, we are wandering in time, from the birth of the universe to the time of death. So we don't care about life or death, it's just the wind."

The first novel is the only one that is green among all the fruits of victory obtained by any writer. The green apple planted by Murakami has the longest-lasting aroma that I have ever seen. Perhaps it's because Murakami's writing style has not changed much in tone, and it has always maintained a retro youthful feel. In many of his subsequent works, we can often see the connection between the characters and scenes in his debut film. For example, when watching the latest masterpiece of a favorite director, I accidentally discovered that he had buried Easter eggs about the previous work. They are the shadows left by the world that followed the director's thoughts when he came here to visit. To give a brief example, Rat's casual and informal side reflects Hoshino. Jay's care for me is like a kind sister showing kindness to Kafka Tamura on the bus. It is not only the psychiatrist in Hear the Wind Sings who brings us confusion and ridicule, but also the KFC colonel who seduces Hoshino. . . Naoko and the girl with four fingers also kept a distant distance and finally dissipated in the sea of ​​people. My wife and I became similar and in love (love is not specified here haha), just like I chose to embrace Midori in the sea of ​​people. . . So I really recommend reading Murakami's first work, Listen to the Wind Sing. It is like a green book, a map, and a recommendation for the best way to watch in front of a kaleidoscope. Every time I finish reading it and then randomly choose a novel about the village, it feels like I didn't skip the first six chapters when watching Dream of Red Mansions, and first learned about the characters of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling. The author himself loves metaphors, and there is a comprehensive explanation of the mystery hidden here. It is not difficult to tell a short story, and it is okay to tell a short story well, but if you insist on telling the same parting, the same youth, and the same dream from different settings, and Listening to the Wind Sings is the first draft of Murakami's explanation of life and destiny, you will know how precious it is.

A very short short story, I could read the whole story with ease. I could only hear the gusts of wind, and everything that the wind passed by stopped suddenly, leaving no trace.

Murakami's original style has been extremely refined, but Lin took it one step further. Rewatching "Hear the Wind Sing" this time, I finally realized that "there is no sentence that is not beautiful, and there is no word that is not clever." It's like the wind is singing softly to you: "'In other words, we are wandering in time, from the birth of the universe to the time of death. So we don't care about life or death, we are just wind.' … The atmosphere trembled slightly, the wind smiled, and for a moment, the eternal silence enveloped the surface of Mars again. "

As the name suggests, after reading it, it is like the wind blowing, and I forget it again and again. Meeting and parting, on that warm summer day, the whistle of the ship in the distance under the setting sun, the faint smell of shampoo on the girl's hair, one bottle of beer after another, and then softly saying "Hey, there is no reason, it just passed."

I have admired Mr. Murakami's name for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to read his articles. Until the summer of 2022, I had half a day of free time, bought this book, and tasted it briefly. I found it interesting and beyond description. If I really wanted to say something, I felt that reading this book was like bathing in the lemon-scented sea breeze on a summer beach, which is refreshing. I didn't understand the "sense of distance" mentioned by Haruki Murakami before, but after reading this book, I personally felt the beauty that belongs to Murakami. The attitude of the protagonist "I" in the book towards the world is worth pondering. We should treat art, life, and even interpersonal relationships just like the hero treats the heroine, retaining a certain but absolute sense of distance. The relationship between "I", "Rat" and "Jack" in the book is also an important point that cannot be ignored. The true meaning needs to be tasted by readers. In fact, I have said so much, but it is just nonsense, but I think this is also the charm of Murakami's works, and this is also the charm of "sense of distance". We can't get anything immediately from reading his books, but we will always think of something in the future from his novels. Sincerely recommended, this book is definitely suitable for readers of all ages from high school to high school. People at different stages can get different insights from this book - if you carefully feel the young writing style of this Murakami's debut novel.

I read it once, but I don't quite understand it. Maybe I will read this book again in the future, but not now.

The first book I read by Harukami Muraki was not his type of autobiography, because he was 30 years old when he wrote this book, and the character in the book was 20 years old, which was exactly ten years before the era he lived in at that time. At the end of the book, I read Harukami Muraki's collection of works, and I felt that he is really a writer who never stops writing, with works published every year. The feeling of this book is really fresh and refined, and the layout is very comfortable. The book is filled with a touch of sadness and youth, and the rhythm is leisurely and peaceful, and it really takes away the sadness like the wind.

The plainness of Japanese literature is perfectly reflected in the book by Murakami, and in the plainness is Murakami's unique indescribable heaviness. This book is Murakami's debut, and it is also suitable for us as the first work of Murakami literature and even Japanese literature. The story line is not very clear. The story is composed of 40 short chapters, and the jumps are huge. However, there are some connections in it that can help us understand the overall incident. But it is a pity that this is also the case. The jump is too big, so we often have to look back. Only those who are accustomed to the impatience of online novels and the same stories and emotions should read "Listen to the Wind Sing". The advantage of Japanese literature is that it is widely readable, and it is also extremely suitable as the beginning of our literature.

I have been exposed to this book since high school. At that time, I was busy with my studies and saw that the volume was very small. I read it in less than a day. I usually read it without writing a review. Now that I have read it again, I gradually discovered the uniqueness of this book. The first is the writing style. I haven't paid much attention to Shushang's writing style because this is the first book of his that I have come into contact with. However, I feel that this book has a sense of humor reflected in the text and a sadness hidden in the text. Moreover, this book was written once in English by Shushang and then translated. In other words, the basic story of the book has been fixed, and it is mainly polished by Shushang's own writing style. In the end, this leisurely and casual book is presented to us. Secondly, there are some opinions on "Rat". It is mentioned that "Rat" will not have sex scenes in novels, and this book actually does not have sex scenes. If I have to say, it may be the night I spent with the girl who lost her finger, so I naturally Think of "rat" as a reflection and incarnation of yourself on the tree, or an ideal state. In other words, if I connect my part with the "rat" part, it should be a reflection of the author himself, but this is a conjecture on my part. So finally, here are my personal feelings. Listen to the wind singing, and it will disappear once it is gone. On the surface, this sentence is quite free and unrestrained. But if you read it in a different tone, it will become a kind of regret and sadness. Just like in the article, I have had three relationships, and I have been in love three times, but in the end I can't even remember my appearance. In the end, I sighed and disappeared. So the biggest feeling this book brings to me is that the trees use humor and clarity. To illustrate with elegant style of writing, the core of "Listen to the Wind Sings" is about letting go of the past on the surface and the inner sadness of loneliness. I really like this book. After reading it, I seem to have a different view of everything in the past. The past is gone. What should be left to yourself should be the outlook for the future. You should leave sadness in the past, not the present and the future. So "Listen to the Wind Sings", listen to the sound of the wind, bring about an infinite future.

This book is a parable about distance. The characters in Haruki Murakami's novels never really hug, they just drink across the table at Jay's Bar and talk through the air on a summer night. People cannot fully understand each other, so distance becomes the only goodwill - maintaining restraint is the greatest tenderness. In this book, loneliness is not a pain, but a background that is accepted calmly. Every sentence in the book also tells us: getting close is in vain, but companionship itself is the answer. The girl without a pinky finger, the alcoholic Rat, the silent Jay, all of them are like dust in the wind, floating separately, occasionally colliding, and then scattering. Murakami told the truth through the mouth of the fictional writer Hatfield: "It is extremely difficult to speak frankly." Language is destined to betray us, so it is better to listen to the wind singing in silence - the wind passes without a trace, but it proves that we have truly existed. Everything is passing away: the eighteen days of summer, the empty beer bottles, and the youth that cannot be regained. But Murakami is not desperate. He said at the beginning that "there is no perfect article in the world, nor is there any complete despair." Precisely because everything will be lost, those brief encounters become precious; precisely because they are unreachable, listening itself becomes meaningful. If you close the page, the wind has stopped, but you hear the faintest voice in your heart - that is the full power of this novel.

The lonely young protagonist, Wen Shiji in the bar, fruitless encounters, casual inner monologues, no strong dramatic conflicts, all fragmented emotions, completely broke the heaviest narrative tradition of Japanese literature at that time. Maybe youth will disappear, and all the people we meet will eventually be separated, just like the summer will end and the record will stop spinning. There will be no bloody confessions, only quiet helpless forgetfulness. It accurately pokes the emptiness that young people can't find their roots during the post-war Japanese economic boom.

Murakami's language has always had a quiet and profound beauty, and it can always reflect a person's thoughts in minute details, like a mouse that hesitates to speak again and again, or like the delicate thoughts of a girl with four limbs. What impressed me the most was the reunion between "I" and the four-fingered girl after she disappeared for a week. The girl confessed everything step by step. The two of them spent the quiet night, but "I" never saw her again. What was the girl thinking when she said this. Perhaps the relationship between the girl and "me" is the same as that of the child. She has been taking care of her, but "I" has never been clear about it. Until "I" seems to understand her mind, she has disappeared [crying] endless aftertaste! It is difficult to summarize the article in just a few words, but I hope readers will experience it carefully!

Good looking Virgo feels like there is no other surprise The first one I watched was Norwegian Wood This one feels average But it's also the first one. It's good to write like this for the first part. There is also a different feeling Recommended "The light of day cannot realize the depth of night." Very impressive

After reading the last chapter, I slowly understood the meaning of "Listen to the Wind Sing". When time passes slowly and we look at the past, we will find that many emotions and memories are like the breeze, leaving a mark on our lives. We cannot go back to the past with the wind, we can only quietly listen to the wind.

There is no such thing as perfect writing, just as there is no such thing as complete despair. After reading this book, I felt just like the title of the book, listening to the wind singing and going with the wind. Everyone has a past, good or bad is over, but sometimes when we calm down, we still listen to the wind telling us about the past and miss the past.

Looking for the poetry of life on the ruins of youth, when I read the last page, I put down the book and returned to real life, confused, lonely, searching, and expecting. These elements form an eternal picture of youth, allowing readers of different eras to find their own shadows in it. Perhaps we will find that the answer to life lies elsewhere, in every sincere conversation we have with the world. As Haruki Murakami said: "There is no perfect article, just as there is no complete despair." In this era of uncertainty, we can still, like the protagonist in the novel, find our own poetry in the ruins of life.

The duration of human civilization, if measured from the birth of the universe to the present, may not even be counted as a blink of an eye. In the nearly eternal time dimension, where will the entire human race go, and who will witness the ending? Listen attentively, only the breeze blows. "Compared with the complexity of the universe," Hatfield said, "our world is nothing more than the brain of an earthworm."

Listen to the Sing of the Wind, just like the title of his book, after reading it, I felt a breeze blowing, as if it brought everything, but also seemed to bring nothing. Perhaps only the wind knows its own meaning.

Songs that are sultry, songs that recall the past, songs that make you feel comfortable, songs that make you want to dance, songs that upset you, and songs that make you sick are all welcome.

A very healing book, listen to the wind, everything is like the wind

The plain text reads like eating a bite of tofu without any processing, which is a bit bland. But... That's life. There are not many thrilling stories, and the things to do every day are mostly the same. Just like the male protagonist in the book: beer, and women. We are all lonely, close to each other, but the distance in our hearts is getting farther and farther.

Listening to the wind, there are beer bottles all over the ground, inexplicable words coming one after another, the sea breeze blows, and the girl's body temperature is warm in my hand. I try to let time stay at this moment, but the future is slowly blowing towards me.

It's really beautiful. The hazy, out-of-reach yet close-at-hand feeling is well written.

I like to use delicate brushwork to describe ordinary life, as well as the feelings of gain and loss in the long river of time. Let the feelings of joy and sadness go with the wind!

Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

I read the applied writing class in the evening of March 3, 2025. I didn't understand the whole meaning, but the wind blowing by the window carried a bit of light and leisurely.

The writing is beautiful. It describes the coldness and occasional brief warmth between people. There is a kind of courage to face the loneliness and plainness of life. You don't have to be a great man, but you don't have to be desperate either.

The writing style of this book is very unique. Haruki Murakami's writing style is concise and poetic. His descriptions of characters and scenes were so detailed that I felt like I was actually there. I remember a sentence in the book: "There is no such thing as a perfect article, just as there is no such thing as complete despair." This sentence touched me deeply. And although the storyline is simple, it can make people feel the sadness and helplessness of youth. Overall, this is a book well worth reading.