Did you stumble into it, explore the lost, and come home like Kafka Tamura? Or choose to wander around the forest entrance.
Norwegian Wood is one of the few novels by Haruki Murakami with realistic style. Through the recollection of the protagonist Junichi Watanabe's youth confusion, he remembers the intimate and abrupt friendship, the helpless and slightly struggling abnormal love, the passionate but untimely love, and the self-salvation under frustration and confusion.
Those youthful scenes, like those in movies, we fell asleep, laughed heartily, suddenly became silent, excited and beautiful, painful and sad, ran wantonly, walked carefully, sang loudly and whispered softly. This is a lie woven by make it mine, and it is a carnival before the arrival of the adult world.
Over time, these precious memories have become cinnabar in my heart. When the dust of time is wiped away, those unforgettable people and things are still vivid, as if time has never passed away.
As Murakami said, I want to "write something similar to youth novels while dragging the tail of youth" to commemorate the people and things I met in time and space, as well as their joys and sorrows, redemption and self-redemption.
I am afraid that the morning glow and the white dew scattered in the forest are clear and transparent, and the Iraqis on the lake stand on the side. The study of the soul is to cultivate and solve doubts, the red sun inspires the original intention, the boundaries of time break through and grow, and youth dances lightly.
Different from Naoko's quiet and elegant temperament, Lvko's frankness, liveliness and enthusiasm are also impressive. She has become a sunny day when Naoko and Watanabe are in love, and she can't control herself. Just as she struggled in her heart, she slowly pushed away the fog and haze, and countless golden beams played human melodies, crushing the thick darkness, and the amazing brightness brought people from the biting cold to the warm world with irrefutable energy.