Sometimes after reading a book, I put an old movie curtain in my mind, and the gray-tone lens moves slowly in front of my eyes. You don't need to think deeply, and you don't need to remember. The flicker of light and shadow is enough to take you into the storm story of the times. Yu Hua's Shout in the Drizzle is undoubtedly such a book that makes you feel * * *. It is a book about memory, and its structure comes from the feeling of time. From the perspective of the memory of the character Sun Guanglin (that is, me), the novel recalls how "I", a child abandoned by his parents since childhood, perceived all kinds of existence early at a young but helpless age.

There are always some pictures or characters that make you feel deeply and even cry.

This is to move forward and face the loneliness of friendship;

This is a kind of cold and warm taste, facing the loss of hometown;

This is job's sentimentality, facing the pain of his relatives;

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This kind of lens picture is a sad cry on the road of juvenile growth: the collapse of father's image, the cowardice of mother, the indifference of brother and the fragility of friendship ... all these are absurd. Perhaps this is the world where Sun Guanglin, Guangming Sun, Sun Guangping, Sun Youyuan, Su Yu, widow and image are connected in series, which is the ugliness of human nature and the suffering of society. In this absurd world, teenagers are constantly eager for satisfaction and looking for friendship, affection and love during their growth. However, the tighter he holds, the faster he loses. When he really entered the adult world, all his cognition was "deformed". People of the times used to be like a piece of white and transparent paper, always afraid of being scribbled by others, but as a result, anyone can scribble on it.

We seem to see the self-abased, lonely and helpless teenager again, shouting family, friendship and all the warmth in the world as much as possible in the drizzle.

It turns out that people are right: there are many kinds of people in the world, and their feelings are warm and cold. Only by walking through Qian Fan and understanding countless people can we feel the real life. Only experience can make people gain something, grow up in sentiment and experience different tastes. Tagore also said: "Life kisses me with pain, but I return it with singing."