Easier said than done. I have always believed that people who write freely may not necessarily be free and easy at heart. When I was a child, I envied Sanmao's chicness, but when I grew up, I realized that a truly wonderful woman should not be limited by the stereotypes of love!
It was after reading Sanmao's Sahara story that I fell in love with Sanmao, so I had the desire to buy his books one by one.
I have never watched Qiong Yao dramas. When "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" became popular all over the country, my deskmate liked to drag me to watch it with her. As soon as I started watching it, I would complain. It was so shocking. I thought at the time, if a person lives such a miserable life, he should just die -_-||, why should he love this person but have to marry another, what kind of queen would let the emperor's daughter be tortured with acupuncture, is it possible? No matter what, they are still sons and grandsons of the dragon! I have no idea where the logic is @_@
I bought all Sanmao's books and gave them away one by one. The last one I had was also The Story of the Sahara, and I don't know where they were put.
I always feel sad when I think of Sanmao. Then I always think of a sentence: The helpless child will always think of dear Sanmao at that moment.
The first book I read by Sanmao was also The Story of the Sahara. Inadvertently. Use very plain words. It shocked me deeply.
Same love, the ordinary words of Sanmao's book make me want to cry, and I want to cry but make me happy!
I like Sanmao's books the most. There is a different kind of emotion flowing in her words, which makes people feel comfortable reading and miss them when they think about them.
I want to review other books, but they are all locked.
My mother is a big fan of Sanmao. She bought the complete works of Sanmao when she was a student. Unfortunately, her cousin or my two aunts took them away before returning them. I have read Sanmao's three travel notes. My favorite is the Sahara one. After reading it several times, I still feel that I am still unsatisfied. It's a pity.
Easier said than done. I have always believed that people who write freely may not necessarily be free and easy at heart. When I was a child, I envied Sanmao's chicness, but when I grew up, I realized that a truly wonderful woman should not be limited by the stereotypes of love!
It was after reading Sanmao's Sahara story that I fell in love with Sanmao, so I had the desire to buy his books one by one.
I have never watched Qiong Yao dramas. When "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" became popular all over the country, my deskmate liked to drag me to watch it with her. As soon as I started watching it, I would complain. It was so shocking. I thought at the time, if a person lives such a miserable life, he should just die -_-||, why should he love this person but have to marry another, what kind of queen would let the emperor's daughter be tortured with acupuncture, is it possible? No matter what, they are still sons and grandsons of the dragon! I have no idea where the logic is @_@
I bought all Sanmao's books and gave them away one by one. The last one I had was also The Story of the Sahara, and I don't know where they were put.
I always feel sad when I think of Sanmao. Then I always think of a sentence: The helpless child will always think of dear Sanmao at that moment.
The first book I read by Sanmao was also The Story of the Sahara. Inadvertently. Use very plain words. It shocked me deeply.
Same love, the ordinary words of Sanmao's book make me want to cry, and I want to cry but make me happy!
I like Sanmao's books the most. There is a different kind of emotion flowing in her words, which makes people feel comfortable reading and miss them when they think about them.
I want to review other books, but they are all locked.
My mother is a big fan of Sanmao. She bought the complete works of Sanmao when she was a student. Unfortunately, her cousin or my two aunts took them away before returning them. I have read Sanmao's three travel notes. My favorite is the Sahara one. After reading it several times, I still feel that I am still unsatisfied. It's a pity.