Recently, I was idle and spent a few days reading a book. The title of the book is "Boundary", the author is Hu Gang, she is a member of the North American Chinese Writers Association, and a columnist of "International Student" magazine. What is even more rare is that she is not only good at the combination of words, but also good at the outline of lines, and is a very rare painter.
Perhaps because of the infinite familiarity with color, the biggest impression that this book has given me is that the content of each chapter seems to be a colorful and inky painting.
Carefully speaking, each chapter tells a story, a narrative of youth, so that we can see the author's growth, pain, and those unwilling and unwilling in the story.
She closed herself off and was unwilling to touch others too much, but the few people who were fortunate enough to enter her heart still brought her a youth full of pain and introspection.
Who is young and doesn't have a few favorite people? Or maybe these people have acted out an unforgettable love with us, leaving deep and shallow scars in our hearts. Or maybe they just walked with us for a while and then went their separate ways, to someone who suited them better. But in any case, that is youth.
Just like a painting, a painting full of strong colors is always more attractive than the black and white lines. In the endless colors, we see the beauty of the publicity, even if there is only a moment of brilliance, it is enough to leave a lifelong imprint.
The author's control of words is wonderful, each paragraph of text is extremely tense, full of color and picture sense, and the width and breadth of the text are beyond our general cognition. I have to say that the words of the scholarly author are extraordinary. In the process of reading, once you slack off a little, you may not be able to connect the meaning of the same paragraph and the two sentences. And in the process of reading, you need to keep thinking to recall the previous content, otherwise you can't understand the author's deep meaning.
As I read it, I kept thinking about the question, what is the boundary? Does this so-called boundary refer to the boundary between people, or the boundary between the author himself and society as a whole?
In the end, I realized that the boundaries between people seem to be a small scope concept, but they are also throughout the book. And the boundaries between all people are combined to be the boundaries between the author and the whole society. In the final analysis, our connection to this society is achieved through someone. Ultimately, it is the boundaries between people that constitute a big boundary between us against society.
Similarly, when we are afraid of some kind of connection with society, we are also afraid of some unknown conflict with unknown people or things, and then choose to avoid, choose to stay in our own safe area, carefully peeping.
This book has caused me a lot of thinking, and I am afraid that this is the characteristic of a good book, which seems to tell other people's stories, but ultimately triggers our thinking about ourselves.
The protagonist of the book meets those people, encounters those stories, and this is not what we have experienced in our own lives? Maybe the place is different, the time is different, the characters are not the same, but the kind of wandering and caring are not the same.
Life is really full of boundaries, and it seems that more is untouchable. In the author's eyes, this is not an escape or a lack of bravery, but an instinctive drive to protect the self from harm.
But we always have to break through our own obsession and fear, if we artificially create a net for ourselves, unwilling to face the unwillingness to try, we will really miss too much scenery and excitement.
Go check it out, even if it hurts.
Go check it out, even if you will be disappointed.
Go check it out, even if it's just a waste of time and energy.
After all, for this world, we have really been.