Reflections on The House on Mango Street

I just finished watching "The Cabin on Mango Street" recently. The book is not long, but every word remains fragrant and you can never get tired of reading it. This "poetic novel" consists of dozens of short stories, each of which tells the story of a person, an event, or a combination of some or several feelings. Language is as natural and elegant as running water, as if it came from a child's mouth, revealing childhood fantasies and expectations between the lines.

You will never have too much sky. You can sleep under the sky and wake up drunk. When you are sad, the sky will comfort you. But there are too many sorrows, not enough sky, not enough butterflies and not enough flowers. Most beautiful things are not enough. So we can only take what we need and enjoy it.

? Espe Langsha, an immigrant girl, grew up in Mango Street and lived in a small red house. "She trudged up the stairs, and her sad brown shoes took her into the house she never liked."

? She hopes that one day, her feet can walk, walk out of Mango Street and walk far away. Maybe it will stop, in front of a house, a beautiful house with beautiful flowers, big windows and steps that can jump two floors and one floor. There is a waiting room above the steps. Pull out the bolt of the small window in the room and push it gently, and the whole day will flood in. ? This is her dream, a big house of her own, a room where she can go home freely, and a clean pen and paper. The meaning of a house to her is not only a residence, but also a stable home.

? We all want to have our own house. We all want to have our own house. It can be immaterial, unreal and uninhabitable. But we really need such a house in our hearts. When we are tired, can't stand it, and can't keep going, this home will open the door for us. It belongs to us completely, contains our wandering hearts and soothes our tired bodies.

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