One Hundred Years of Solitude_百年孤独英语读后感800字

I just finished reading "hundred years of solitude", and I can't tell what it feels like. Heart slightly pantothenic acid, but more ignorant. To tell the truth, Nobel's literary works are full of magic realism in the between the lines of author Garcia Marcks with its extremely absurd techniques and rich imagination, show a different world to readers -- alone.

In one hundred years of solitude, the rise and fall of a Boone family after a hundred years reflects the ups and downs of a small town called Macondo, and some people think it can even be said to reflect the rise and fall of Latin American culture. The book tells the story of the first generation of Boone Macondo and then create Lydia, breeding for 7 generations, but can not fight the curse of natural fate, the ultimate family or escape down to the unknown point, even the final, Macondo in the town is the destruction of Hurricane destruction.

"One hundred years of solitude" by the revolutionary army commander Aureliano Boone and Colonel of the seven generations of the family experience, described the whole family hundred years of ups and downs, honor, love and hate, happiness and ingrained culture and humanity in the lonely. When the seventh generation of heirs was eaten by ants, his father finally cracked the script of the gypsy Mel Kia Des. The manuscript frontispiece of the inscription reads: "the first person in the family will be tied to a tree, the last person in the family will be eaten by ants." This manuscript records the history of Boone's family. He translated the last chapter of the moment, a sudden hurricane swept the whole town away from the town, village disappeared forever.

Like seven generations of people using the same name in a circle, the plot and narrative of the cycle, the entire Macondo is tightly wrapped into a ring of ruins. However, everyone's heart is lonely, not a moment to feel the warmth of the family, the family is actually scattered, between husband and wife, between the father and the son, daughter, brothers and sisters, not the feelings of communication, lack of trust and understanding. Although everyone is using their own unique way to resist loneliness, to participate in the revolution, repeatedly do manual work, indulge in lust, reading translation...... But there is no way to find an effective way to unite the scattered forces, but escape the fate of family disintegration. This house is just a home, a house, a carrier, not a heart comforting and warm harbor. In addition to the full text of the soul of ur Sura, all people do not know how to love and be loved, they do just to fill their empty and selfish desires, so that life is living in the stubborn and lonely.

This unbelievable miracle and the most pure reality life, is a part of Columbia and Latin American history and social reality, the bloody reality and be a wild Legend Legend, the most profound human nature and the most shocking emotion. This has always been his loneliness, is the suffering of Latin America were excluded from the modern civilization process of resentment and protest, and the Latin American continent vitality and survival of the state's unique cognitive and desire out of loneliness, stubborn. This is not only a narrative of a family, but also a self reflection of a nation.

At this point, after reading, as if feel the time in this moment suddenly stop, hold the book attentively, heart still unwilling, for a long time can not be drawn away, as if everything, is a big joke of time. Samsara, cycle, predestination, what you can read, are the naughty shadows of time. One hundred years, the rise and fall of a family road, lay out a flowing pain tears are as strong as a soul, if you can read, gently picked up, caress, listen to them tell soft, the moment you feel, not out of human history in the sky is very beautiful lonely aura, that is. Poor world, shocked from ancient to modern beauty, after the big flood destroyed the world, in the eyes of Noah's Ark survivors presented by the next day from the beautiful rainbow. This is eternal, as Huw A Ross's poem says: "time is a way of keeping us in the possession of eternity...... Eternal imagination is boundless. Therefore, it is not surprising that, in order to double shine on us, eternity sometimes presents its own form."

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