"Perhaps every man has had two women like this, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright one in front of the bed" "Moonlight"; Married to a white rose, the white one is like a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart." Because the sentence "Red Roses and White Roses" has become a popular saying...

I read Zhang Ailing's novel "Red Roses and White Roses" not long ago. Every time I read Zhang Ailing's novels, it always makes people laugh. I have that suffocating feeling. I like her delicate writing style, but I am also a little afraid of her inhumane aloofness.

The story tells that there were two women in Zhenbao’s life. He said that one was his white rose and the other was his red rose. One is a holy wife, the other is a passionate mistress... Red Rose is too innocent and willful, full of charm. White Rose is the cowardice of traditional women. Red Rose abandoned her family and everything she owned, and decided to divorce her husband, hoping that she could be with Zhenbao through this arrangement. However, Zhenbao panicked after hearing this, and all selfish thoughts The ideas have come out, and the only thing left is to live up to them. White Rose feels that she loves Zhenbao very much, because he is her husband, so loving him is a matter of course. Traditional Chinese women are actually quite aggrieved, and there is no one to complain to. A wife may be an eyesore. It was nothing more than home furnishings, but she got married in a daze, and ended up becoming a victim.

In order to realize his ideal life, Zhenbao harmed himself and two women. He only felt that the one who deserved the most sympathy was White Rose. White Rose was not bad, just because he didn't love her, but because " "Suitable to be a wife" was used to fill his life, but he did not understand that sometimes people only rely on reason to live without caring about their inner feelings. In the end, it is difficult to follow the rational and determined route that they have planned, and they will be affected by their inner feelings. torment. Everyone deserves to be loved by others, and there is always someone who is obsessed with you, but White Rose lost this opportunity because Zhenbao chose her. Because he didn't love her, the beauty of the white rose seemed to him boring and unmoved. He had no idea but subconsciously resented her.

I always hope to love differently. What I loved once will become boring after a long time. I married a quiet wife and felt that I didn't love her, but I was relieved. Suddenly, I suddenly realized that it was not the case. You never loved her, and she also found what she wanted... Friend's wife, love, stolen sleep of happiness. She gave you all the fresh and exciting feelings in the world at that time. While she loved him and was so brave, he began to become cowardly. Retreat, retreat, until you run away. When we met again, she was no longer the same person. When he forgot her leaving figure, was there regret in his eyes? Maybe there must always be a woman who can make a man understand love, and then when he understands it, he will be a different person when he gives again...

I admired the old Hong Rose whom I met later on the bus. Zhenbao asked her if she was doing well and if she loved her current husband. She nodded and said, "It started with you. I just learned how to love. Seriously, love is good after all. Although I have endured hardships, I will still love in the future, so..." Zhenbao said again: "You are very happy." She said: "I am just She is moving forward and whatever she encounters is what she encounters. "I think she is a very brave woman. "Although I have endured hardship, I will still love in the future." I don't think there are too many women who can say such things. Many.

The character Zhenbao allows me to see the human nature depicted by Bai, as well as the struggles and sorrows of ordinary people in ordinary lives. Among them are trivial and fleeting joys, and ultimately helplessness, submerged in the times. Inside.

It feels quite beautiful and a novel worth reading.