《The House On Mango Street》（《芒果街上的小屋》）
This is a diary, singing in the world of fairy tales.
This is a story, buried in the dead wood of time after having grown up.
I appreciate the girl called Esperanza, who silently tell the struggle of life and soul in warm and clear words; I appreciate the author Cisneros, who see through the pain and sorrow in this world with the eyes of a child.
The traces of time about growth weave in the story of Esperanza, leaving marks everywhere. Those tiny snatches become the breeze in summer time, blowing away the bitter air. Her childish yet meaningful strokes record the passing time of love and loneliness.
Every girl used to be Esperanza. Every girl has got an Esperanza around her.
The Esperanza always hiding behind you somehow hide into your heart one day. Sometimes, in those days with quiet water and genial sunlight, she will sneak out of there to bask her hair and little feet.
She’s not the little prince, nor Peter Penn. She’s natural and real, and after you following her into her world, you will find that a book like this turns out to be your long-forgotten diary when you were a child.
Growing up can be tough when the sky that you can embrace is no longer all that you cherish. The Queen of cats will move out of the Fairy Town after all. Everyone who has been with you in your life will leave one after another in the end.
But what we should do is to hang on, just like the four skinny trees. “Grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep.”
I will never give up growing up, no matter how deep the pain is.
“For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power.”
This is a story, buried in the dead wood of time after having grown up.
I appreciate the girl called Esperanza, who silently tell the struggle of life and soul in warm and clear words; I appreciate the author Cisneros, who see through the pain and sorrow in this world with the eyes of a child.
The traces of time about growth weave in the story of Esperanza, leaving marks everywhere. Those tiny snatches become the breeze in summer time, blowing away the bitter air. Her childish yet meaningful strokes record the passing time of love and loneliness.
Every girl used to be Esperanza. Every girl has got an Esperanza around her.
The Esperanza always hiding behind you somehow hide into your heart one day. Sometimes, in those days with quiet water and genial sunlight, she will sneak out of there to bask her hair and little feet.
She’s not the little prince, nor Peter Penn. She’s natural and real, and after you following her into her world, you will find that a book like this turns out to be your long-forgotten diary when you were a child.
Growing up can be tough when the sky that you can embrace is no longer all that you cherish. The Queen of cats will move out of the Fairy Town after all. Everyone who has been with you in your life will leave one after another in the end.
But what we should do is to hang on, just like the four skinny trees. “Grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep.”
I will never give up growing up, no matter how deep the pain is.
“For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power.”
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