Analysis of Foreign Literature:

Camellia (Tagore)

Her name is Carmela.

I saw her name in her exercise book.

She took her brother to the college by tram that day. I sat on the stool behind her, admiring her shawl hair and soft facial lines. She is holding textbooks and exercise books on her chest.

I didn't get off at the station where I should get off.

after that, I made a timetable for going out. This has nothing to do with my time at work, but coincides with her time at school. So we often meet.

I think, although we don't know each other, we are at least each other's travel companions.

her whole body is radiant with wisdom, her black hair is gathered back from her forehead, and her eyes are shining with simplicity.

I secretly complain, why not have an accident, so that I can show my life value in the rescue? For example, there is a riot in the street, or some villain is doing evil.

doesn't this happen often nowadays?

My fate is like a pool of turbid water, and I can't accommodate the epic feat. Plain Japanese children are like noisy frogs, and they can't invite ferocious sharks, crocodiles or graceful swans.

one day the tram was very crowded.

There is a young man sitting next to Carmela who speaks Bengali with half an English sentence. I can't wait to take off his hat, grab his shoulder and throw it under the car.

but I can't find an excuse at the moment, and my hand itches like hell.

at this moment, he smoked a very thick cigar.

I bravely walked up to him and ordered, "Throw away the cigars!" "

he pretended not to hear, but still smoked.

I grabbed a cigar from his mouth, threw it out of the window, and glared at him with clenched fists. He jumped out of the car without saying a word.

he may know me. I am famous for my fierce attack on the football field.

The girl's face turned red. She bowed her head and pretended to read a book, her hands trembling, and she turned a deaf ear to my hateful hero.

The staff with a sense of justice in the same car praised in unison: "Sir, you did the right thing!"

in a short time, the girl got off early and took a taxi.

I didn't meet her for two days in succession.

on the third day, I saw her go to school by rickshaw, and immediately realized that I had done something wrong recklessly. The girl will perform her duties by herself, and I don't need to intervene. I secretly lament that my fate is indeed a pool of muddy water, and the memory of heroic behavior is like a bullfrog croaking and mocking me bitterly in my head.

I am determined to correct my mistake.

Soon, I learned that her family went to Darjeeling for the summer.

this year, I also urgently need a change of air.

Her villa is called "Modia", which is located in a dense forest not far from the mountain road. The snowy peaks are far away.

I didn't know her family was not coming until I got there.

I was about to set foot on my way home when I met Mohanlal, a fan who worships me. He is a tall and thin man with a pair of gentle glasses on his nose, and his weak digestive organs have been comforted in the fresh air of Darjeeling. He said to me,

"My sister Tenuca is eager to meet you."

Tainuka is like a shadow, and her figure is as thin as it can be. Her interest in learning far exceeds her interest in eating and drinking, and she has incredible admiration for me, a famous football player. She thought that my agreement to chat with her reflected my special concern for her.

alas, the trick of fate!

two days before I went down the mountain, Tenuca implicitly said to me, "I want to give you something-a pot of flowers that will make you miss us all the time."

nonsense! I expressed boredom with silence.

"This is a precious plant," Tenuca said. "It can only survive if it is carefully cultivated on the Ganges Plain."

"what's your name?"

"Camellia."

My heart was shocked, and a name similar to the sound of camellia flashed through my dark heart. I muttered with a smile: "Camellia, it is not easy to win her heart."

I don't know if Tenuca understands what this means. Her cheeks suddenly flushed, and her whole body trembled with excitement.

I took this potted flower on my way.

When I got on the train, I found it was not easy to settle this "traveling companion". I hid it in the bathroom of a double box.

this trip is over.

I won't go into details about the trivial matters in the next few months.

During the holiday of the Festival of Sacrifice to the Gods, the curtain of farce was reopened in the area inhabited by the Sautar people. This is a remote mountainous area, and I don't want to say the place name. Rich men who change air never visit here.

Carmela's uncle is a railway engineer, and his family lives in the "squirrel village" sheltered by the shadow of Boluo trees, from which he can see the green hills on the horizon. In the nearby gravel fields, clear springs are flowing, wild cocoons are formed on the branches of pallas, and under the base trees of Halda, the * * * Sautar shepherd boy rides on the back of buffalo.

there are no hotels here. I set up a tent by the river. There is no other traveling companion except the camellia pot.

Carmela came with her mother.

Before sunrise, she walked in the Miluo Woods with a flower umbrella and a cool morning breeze, and wild flowers kissed her slender feet, which didn't attract her attention. Sometimes she waded across a shallow river and read under a tree on the other side.

she ignored me, so I concluded that she recognized me.

I saw them having a picnic by the river one day, and I wanted to go over and say, "Can I help you?"? I can draw water and firewood, and maybe I can get a gentle bear in the nearby Woods. "

I found a young man wearing an English silk shirt, sitting next to Carmela, stretching his legs and smoking Havana cigars. Carmela absently crushed a rose. There is a monthly English literature beside it.

I woke up like a dream. In this quiet valley of Balg, there is no place for me. I am an intolerable redundant person. I should leave with discretion, however, I can't leave for the time being. I have to stay patiently for a few days, and when the camellia blooms, I will send someone to deliver it, and then I will forget it.

I hunt during the day and come back in the evening to water the camellia and watch the change of the bud.

this moment has finally arrived. I shouted to the girl of Sautar nationality who made firewood for me to enter the tent. I wanted to borrow her hand and send camellia wrapped in Miluo leaves.

I am reading a detective novel in the tent. Waiting.

A sweet voice came from outside: "What's your name, sir?"

when I walked out of the tent, I saw camellia caught in her ear, and her dark face shone with joy.

"What's called * * *?" She asked again.

"I want to see you wearing flowers." Then I set off for Calcutta.