Reflections after reading Madame Bovary Flaubert

Thoughts after reading Madame Bovary Flaubert

After reading a certain work, everyone must have gained a lot. You can’t just read it, but write a reflection after reading it. How to write your thoughts after reading to avoid writing a "running account"? The following are my carefully compiled thoughts after reading Madame Bovary Flaubert. They are for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read. Thoughts after reading "Madame Bovary" by Flaubert 1

I just finished reading "Madame Bovary" this week. It is a book that I have wanted to read for a long time, but it has always been too thick and I have not read it.

I happened to see a tweet called "Can Boredom Kill a Person?" It was thought-provoking, and I immediately went to read this book.

The full text tells the story of how a woman lost her beauty while pursuing excitement.

Some people think this is the evil consequence of pursuing vanity, while others think it is the tragedy of spiritual emptiness. I also agree with the latter view, so what exactly is spiritual emptiness?

I want to tell you an example. About two weeks ago, a good friend of mine told me that she resigned. I asked her why she resigned? She said she couldn't accept a job where she didn't have to bring her brain to work. She then went on to say that one month of her work consisted of copying and pasting, a week and a half of tearing and stuffing paper, a week of sorting out vouchers, and half a week of checking data.

I said, it sounds very colorful, but mine is repetitive, asking people to borrow money and urging people to pay back money every day.

A few days ago Eslite sent me a recruitment invitation email. I was very touched at the first moment and even started to make a move.

Eslite has always been my dream, like the most noble mission in my life. I hesitated for a long time and finally didn't go. I'm afraid if I'm lucky enough to go to Eslite, I'll soon get tired of it.

Over the years, one thing I know very well is that I always thought that forgetting a strange environment would give me a new beginning and usher in new hope in life. But after I left the high school that made me feel depressed when I went to college, I was still so depressed that I couldn't help myself and longed to leave Guangzhou. After working and escaping from Guangzhou, where the traffic was suffocating, I became restless again in the second-tier Chengdu city. I realized the wish I made to Cao Zhi at the beginning of the year: a job where I can walk to work. But I still have dark clouds in my heart.

Seeing that Madame Bovary was still depressed and unhappy even after moving to several places. I understood that running around couldn't eliminate my feeling of nothingness. In fact, there is nothing about the place or environment that needs to be changed. What needs to be changed is myself.

A few days later I asked that good friend, have you found a job? Did she say that? I asked you what job you want to find? She said she didn't know.

There is such a trend now that many people are encouraging everyone to bravely pursue their ideals and not to spend their lives monotonously and boringly. I once openly fed others this bowl of chicken soup, but I don’t dare to do that now.

Those so-called ideals ended up like what was written in "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn": "I wrote down the things I wanted to do in my life one by one. I vowed to realize them one by one. However, these plans It didn’t happen at all. As an adult, I have to work hard to support my family most of the time.”

What I want to say is: Like my friends, I also long for a passionate and colorful life. . But I don’t know what my lifelong ideal is. This is the most deadly thing. We don’t know what dreams we have, but we hold high the banner of realizing our ideals. Perhaps this is what is called spiritual emptiness. Thoughts after reading Madame Bovary by Flaubert 2

I just finished reading "Madame Bovary" this week. It is a book that I have wanted to read for a long time, but it was always too thick and I did not read it.

I happened to see a tweet called "Can Boredom Kill a Person?" It was thought-provoking, and I immediately went to read this book.

The full text tells the story of how a woman lost her beauty while pursuing excitement.

Some people think this is the evil consequence of pursuing vanity, while others think it is the tragedy of spiritual emptiness.

I also agree with the latter view, so what exactly is spiritual emptiness?

I want to tell you an example. About two weeks ago, a good friend of mine told me that she resigned. I asked her why she resigned? She said she couldn't accept a job where she didn't have to bring her brain to work. She then went on to say that one month of her work consisted of copying and pasting, a week and a half of tearing and stuffing paper, a week of sorting out vouchers, and half a week of checking data.

I said, it sounds very colorful, but mine is repetitive, asking people to borrow money and urging people to pay back money every day.

A few days ago Eslite sent me a recruitment invitation email. I was very touched at the first moment and even started to make a move.

Eslite has always been my dream, like the most noble mission in my life. I hesitated for a long time and finally didn't go. I'm afraid if I'm lucky enough to go to Eslite, I'll soon get tired of it.

Over the years, one thing I know very well is that I always thought that forgetting a strange environment would give me a new beginning and usher in new hope in life. But after I left the high school that made me feel depressed when I went to college, I was still so depressed that I couldn't help myself and longed to leave Guangzhou. After working and escaping from Guangzhou, where the traffic was suffocating, I became restless again in the second-tier Chengdu city. I realized the wish I made to Cao Zhi at the beginning of the year: a job where I can walk to work. But I still have dark clouds in my heart.

Seeing that Madame Bovary was still depressed and unhappy even after moving to several places. I understood that running around couldn't eliminate my feeling of nothingness. In fact, there is nothing about the place or environment that needs to be changed. What needs to be changed is myself.

A few days later I asked that good friend, have you found a job? Did she say that? I asked you what job you want to find? She said she didn't know.

There is such a trend now that many people are encouraging everyone to bravely pursue their ideals and not to spend their lives monotonously and boringly. I once openly fed others this bowl of chicken soup, but I don’t dare to do that now.

Those so-called ideals ended up like what was written in "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn": "I wrote down the things I wanted to do in my life one by one. I vowed to realize them one by one. However, these plans It didn’t happen at all. As an adult, I have to work hard to support my family most of the time.”

What I want to say is: Like my friends, I also long for a passionate and colorful life. . But I don’t know what my lifelong ideal is. This is the most deadly thing. We don’t know what dreams we have, but we hold high the banner of realizing our ideals. Perhaps this is what is called spiritual emptiness. Thoughts after reading Madame Bovary by Flaubert 3

Madame Bovary is the first French novel I read. To be honest, I had almost no interest when I first read it. The plot was as light as ripples, with almost no ups and downs. It was just a mediocre performance of the most common things in daily life, but gradually I felt the flavor of life hidden behind the scenes. It wasn't until Emma appeared in Charlie's field of vision that this story seemed to come alive: the quiet tranquility of the farm, the sparkling exquisite utensils in the house, the astonishing fingertips whiter than Dieppe ivory, love Ma's cheeks turned red when she picked up the whip, the slight dust in the sun, and the fine and scattered outlines depict a fog-like romantic atmosphere - but these are just a fog, and it suddenly becomes clear again; this is not a romantic story.

Only then did I start to get interested in reading it. I felt that it was like a cup of tea. It was tasteless when I first moaned, but when I closed my eyes quietly, I could taste the breath lingering between my tongue and teeth. There was a little bit of it. Sweet, more bitter, but sad but not sad. Because we already know the ending, there is no exciting mood from beginning to end, and there is no doubt caused by suspense≌馐秋彝, but we say that Yosukian is the most fearful of this among domestic works, (of course there are also other foreign works such as V Emperor Qiaoyi) Kaifuki) Although there are some ups and downs in the plot, they are all smooth and seem to be natural. I once saw this passage in the preface: "Flaubert advocated excluding oneself from the work, not revealing emotions, not inserting arguments, and not leaving traces of the author's views or intentions in every word.

"I was still confused at the time, and it wasn't until near the end that I slowly realized that Flaubert used a strand of "our" purely objective perspective to pull us into the realm he had arranged in advance. The swallows bumped and excited on the road. The flying dust, the clear bells in the church, the grass and scenery of Yongzhen Temple, the shadows of people when they are busy, the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, let us vaguely see the social life of that era without seeing a trace of the author. Figure. He is not stating but acting out this story, so he can hide it like this.

Emma is a victim of the fierce collision between romanticism and realism, and she is also an abandoned by the upper class society. Poor thing. She was born on a farm and has extraordinary beauty. Not only was she not restricted by religious beliefs in the monastery, but she was also influenced by romanticism. She indulged in the love in the novel and the murmuring in the moonlight. , the love is endless, and she gradually abandons her religious beliefs, and the "escapism" in religion makes her further and further away from the true meaning of reality. She confines her soul in the beautiful dreams she weaves that are incompatible with her own reality. She never knows This is actually an unattainable illusion, and she has been trying her best to find it. The life on the farm is vulgar and boring, so she is restless and looks forward to an opportunity to realize her wish every day. So when Charlie appears, she instinctively thinks that this is the opportunity. , that love that came suddenly. She rushed away without checking, without thinking, but sadly found that this was just an oasis in the desert, a hesitant and impatient illusion in the face of the threat of life and expectation. , so she regretted it, and that banquet happened to open the door of desire in her heart, making her desire Madame Bovary even more. After Reading 4

I just finished reading "Bovary" this week. "Madam" is a book that I have wanted to read for a long time, but it has always been too thick and I have not read it.

I happened to see a tweet called "Can boredom kill a person", which is thought-provoking. , I immediately went to read this book.

The full text tells the story of how a woman lost her beauty in the pursuit of excitement.

Some people think this is pursuit. Some people think that the consequences of vanity are the tragedy of spiritual emptiness. I also agree with the latter view, so what exactly is spiritual emptiness?

I want to give an example. About two weeks ago, A good friend of mine told me that she resigned. I asked her why she resigned. She said that she couldn't accept a job where she didn't have to work with her brain. She also said that she spent a month copying and pasting, and a week and a half tearing up paper. I stuffed the paper, sorted out the vouchers for one week, and checked the data for half a week.

I said, it sounds very colorful, but mine is repetitive, asking people to borrow money and urging people to pay back money every day. /p>

A few days ago, Eslite sent me a recruitment invitation email. I was very moved at first, and even started to make plans.

Eslite has been my dream for a long time. The most noble mission in my life. I hesitated for a long time and finally decided not to go. I was afraid that if I were lucky enough to go to Eslite, I would soon get tired.

Over the years, one thing I know very well is that I always thought that forgetting a strange environment would give me a new beginning and usher in new hope in life. But after I left the high school that made me feel depressed when I went to college, I was still so depressed that I couldn't help myself and longed to leave Guangzhou. After working and escaping from Guangzhou, where the traffic was suffocating, I became restless again in the second-tier Chengdu city. I realized the wish I made to Cao Zhi at the beginning of the year: a job where I can walk to work. But I still have dark clouds in my heart.

Seeing that Madame Bovary was still depressed and unhappy even after moving to several places. I understood that running around couldn't eliminate my feeling of nothingness. In fact, there is nothing about the place or environment that needs to be changed. What needs to be changed is myself.

A few days later I asked that good friend, have you found a job? Did she say that? I asked you what job you want to find? She said she didn't know.

There is such a trend now that many people are encouraging everyone to bravely pursue their ideals and not to spend their lives monotonously and boringly. I once openly fed others this bowl of chicken soup, but I don’t dare to do that now.

Those so-called ideals ended up like what was written in "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn": "I wrote down the things I wanted to do in my life one by one. I vowed to realize them one by one. However, these plans It didn’t happen at all. As an adult, I have to work hard to support my family most of the time.”

What I want to say is: Like my friends, I also long for a passionate and colorful life. . But I don’t know what my lifelong ideal is. This is the most deadly thing. We don’t know what dreams we have, but we hold high the banner of realizing our ideals. Perhaps this is what is called spiritual emptiness. Thoughts after reading Madame Bovary Flaubert 5

On an inconspicuous day, when I accidentally turned to the title of "Madame Bovary", I couldn't help but feel my heart beat. It seemed that there was something in my heart. The hidden river is drawn out. This is a story about an ordinary life of a mediocre person, but this life can be written into a romantic story with one or two people as the protagonists. Turn decay into magic.

In my opinion, Madame Bovary’s Emma is just a woman who pursues love. “We were studying in self-study, and suddenly the principal came in, followed by a new student who was not wearing student uniform. There was a small school janitor carrying a big desk. The students who were dozing also woke up and stood up, as if their homework was interrupted. "The beginning of the book reads. What an unforgettable rhythm. I thought about it, what else could I say, and then I remembered that all novelists from Kafka onwards regard Flaubert as their ancestor. In this way, he is the origin of modernist novels. Of course, this is not important to Flaubert, not important to Madame Bovary, and not important to "Madame Bovary."

What is important is that he changed the writing of novels where realism is everything since Balzac. It provides another practical possibility for the novel. The innovation of novel techniques has prepared the necessary conditions for the rebirth of novels. The word existence cannot be replaced by reality to a greater extent. A good story is just a gorgeous coat for a novel. So when I read "Madame Bovary", it was a gloomy afternoon in May, and the world outside the house was green. I remember the first time I read this book, I was so happy that I didn’t know what it was like. In addition to lamenting the tragic fate of the heroine, it must also contain a kind of joy at the strange beauty of language.

I seem to be able to say this now: "Madame Bovary", in the original sense of the novel, has opened up a greater reading space and aesthetic pleasure that the language of the novel can bring. It uses the means of refining semantics and retelling to keep meaning, the existence of the novel itself, always full and present. It gains semantics and pleasure at the expense of losing the novel's ontology. This seems to give me the possibility of reading and writing novels to a greater extent. Therefore, I think if the first pleasure of reading is an experience. Now, obviously, it's an adventure.

As for Emma, ??I don’t think she did anything wrong or felt sorry for Ciel. She is just pursuing her so-called love. She has thoughts and desires but seems not to be favored by God. In fact, she is also a miserable and pitiful character. This also allows people to see from the side the indifference and restraint of human nature, as well as the world view and the outlook on life of some people at that time.

Perhaps we are lucky. Due to the era and environment we live in, we are not as unfortunate as Emma to be able to do what we like at will. Or maybe many of us do too. You will also experience similar encounters.