Read To the Lighthouse
Keywords: marriage alone, hypocrisy, admiration, real jealousy, opposition center
One
She was wearing a shawl, and they stood very close,
Watch together as Prue and Jasper throw the ball
It turns out that this is marriage - husband and wife
Two
They meet Lily and Banks
The symbolic silhouette that transcends the real person sinks again
Changed back to Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey
Three
Mr. Banks does not dine with them
Often hide back in his own quarters and let his subordinates
Cook vegetables there in the right way
Four
If only he were alone
Dinner is almost over
He can go to work as he pleases
Five
Banks thought, compared to other things working
How trivial, boring, and meaningless it all is
He didn't like family life
Six
He didn't want to talk. Feel stiff and hollow
It's like a pair of wet boots are drying out again
So much so that it's hard to get your feet hard into it
Seven
Augustus wanted soup when he wanted soup and laughed at him
Angry with him, too, in the darkness
In the light, it looks very tall, calm and majestic
Eight
Minta is radiant, somewhat wild and reckless
Have a certain temperament, a certain brilliance, a certain intensity
Shun led him, delighting Ramsey
Nine
But she wasn't really jealous
Only occasionally look at yourself in the mirror
Some resented their old age
Ten
He looked like a lad and was very kind to women
Attractive, no burden, will not be worked
The world, fame or failure crushes, amazing youth
Eleven
How childish she is, how funny she is,
Show your own beauty to the fullest, on your body
There is something daunting and irresistible
twelve
She was talking about the skin of vegetables
It's about accumulating that power, worshiping that power
When the power was fully exerted, she laughed
thirteen
Lily felt two opposing things at the same time
One is your feeling and the other is my feeling
They fight each other in their minds
fourteen
She was like an eagle circling in the air, in a little
A flag fluttering in joy seeped into her completely
Every nerve in the whole body is solemn
fifteen
She was like from a high-altitude lair
An eagle swooping down
Land playfully in a relaxed laugh