A city full of purple houses

The House on Mango Street was published by Sandra cisneros Yilin Publishing House in April 2006.

The taste of green mango

Rogue Knight

The Latino community in Chicago is poor, crowded, noisy and monotonous. Laughter is so thin, dreams are so far away. Espe Langsha, a little girl, knows a Sally who loves beauty and dressing up. Her family discipline is very strict, and she must go straight home after school. At that time, "you became a different Sally. You straighten your skirt. You wiped the blue eye shadow off your eyelids. Don't laugh, Sally. " "Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn't have to go home? You hope that one day your feet can walk and take you far out of Mango Street ... "There will be a beautiful big house with windows open," all the sky will flood in ",and there will be no nosy neighbors and messy shops around," only trees, more trees and enough blue sky. "

There are four thin trees in front of Espe Langsha's house. She talks to the tree every night. "They are the only people who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. " She wants "a house of her own". "There is no garbage left by others." "It's just a house as quiet as snow, a space where I can walk by myself, and it's as clean as paper before the pen falls."

Later, she finally walked out of Mango Street and had her own bright purple house. But she couldn't forget the past time, and wrote a book "The Cabin on Mango Street" with a "poetic pen". -Actually, her name is sandra cisneros. This "poetic novel" describes a girl's growth, such as dust-like happiness and shadow-like embarrassment, observation and thinking, fantasy and pain with beautiful, sensitive and delicate writing.

Outside the sad red hut on Mango Street:

Grandpa died, and the brave father cried. A tired father woke up in the dark. "I wonder what I would do if my own father died. So I held my father in my arms and I wanted to hug him. "

The children looked at the clouds and talked about what all kinds of clouds looked like. "Sleep under the sky, wake up drunk. When you are sad, the sky will comfort you. But there is too much sadness and not enough sky. There are not enough butterflies and flowers. Most beautiful things are not enough. "

Minerva, a young mother, would write poems on scraps of paper late at night after a hard day's work. "She asked me to read her poems. I let her see mine. " Her husband kept running away and coming back, and one day she was beaten black and blue by her husband. "I don't know where she should go." I can't help it "

Rafina, who was locked in the house by her husband because of her beauty, "grew old at a young age because she leaned against the window for too long." "The music in the bar is coming from the corner, and Rafina hopes to go dancing there before she gets old."

Ma Lin, the person who dances alone under the street lamp, is singing the same song somewhere. "She is waiting for a car to stop, for a star to fall, for someone to change her life." ……

These humble people, God is too busy to take care of them and let them fall to the ground again and again.

And the fun of "good days" Several children chipped in to buy a bicycle and rode happily together in the street. A fat woman said, you have a great load. The child shouted, you have a lot of things, too

There are people to comfort. At the christening ceremony, she had new clothes, but she still lacked shoes. Wearing old sandals, she is afraid to dance with others. "Uncle Joe" comforted her and said "You are the most beautiful girl here" and pulled her to dance. ……

After reading these detailed stories, I feel connected with my beloved Spanish writer Azolin: they are all people and things with short length, gentle brushwork and implicit writing, which calms the sadness and pity in the sketches. Maybe, because they come from the same distant cultural source? Therefore, Wang Zengqi's and Nan Xing's two comments on Azolin are also applicable to sandra cisneros: the work "A brook that follows you everywhere"; His people have "loving eyes in the face of an irreparable sad world".

Sandra cisneros wrote a Mamaxita who missed her hometown and refused to speak or listen to English. The names she gave the narrator in Espe Lanza mean "hope" in English and "sadness, waiting" and "a muddy color" in Spanish. -This is a meaningful symbol. As an American immigrant, there is a painful separation and resistance between the national traditional culture and the real world, as well as a painful compromise and pursuit.

They have to struggle to escape from the colorful mud, even with the most fragile pens and poems. Espe Lanza wrote a poem: "I want to be/a wave in the sea, a cloud in the wind,/but I am just a little me. /One day I want to/jump out of my body ... "The dying aunt Lupe said," Very good. Very good. " "Remember you want to write, you must write. That will set you free. "

However, freedom does not mean getting rid of it. Someone said to the little girl, "You will always be from Mango Street. You can't forget what you know. You can't forget who you are. " "Do you remember to come back. For those who don't leave as easily as you do. " Finally, at the end of the book, the author said, "I left to come back." For the people I left behind. For those who cannot go out. "

Those who are behind are sandra cisneros's eternal support. However, we can't just regard The Cabin on Mango Street as a story of racial and cultural conflicts in America. It belongs to the whole modern world. When I read this book, I naturally thought of the foreign communities in our city.

The little girl in the book reminds me of the old wolf's song: "I grew up alone on the strings in the street like every child in love", and I think of my childhood. ...

Therefore, this is a story of life.

Leave and come back. Because I tasted the immature green mango too early, it tasted sour but with a faint fragrance. The taste of growing up will always haunt your life, telling you that you will always leave and you will always come back.

Christmas Eve, 20051February 24th.

The Cabin on Mango Street (1984) is a short story written by sandra cisneros, an American Mexican-American woman writer. It tells the life of a little girl named Espe Lanza Codero on Mango Street. This novel has a certain autobiographical color and incorporates many authors' own childhood experiences.