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100 help planIntroduction"Jane Eyre" is a realism with a strong romantic color**, but also an autobiographical work, and it is widely regarded as a "poetic portrayal of the life of Charlotte Brontë". Through Jane Eyre's unusual life experience, the work successfully creates a female image who is unwilling to be humiliated and dares to fight, reflecting the pursuit of freedom of an ordinary heart, and praising the spirit of the little people to change their own destiny, which has shocking artistic power.
About the Author
Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855), a representative of the 19th century critical realists. Most of her works reflect women's voices, are very lyrical, and most of the content is closely related to her own experiences. In 1847, Charlotte Brontë published the famous novel Jane Eyre, which caused a sensation in the literary world.
Song Zhaolin is a famous writer, foreign literature expert and translator. His main translations include Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, A Tale of Two Cities, David Copperfield, etc.
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The whole life of having read the classics in a lifetime and not reading the classics is different, I dare not advise you to read the classics for a lifetime, but I hope you will at least read a few classics seriously.
Ma Yuan. The reason why these books are called classics is that they can become the nourishment of the human soul by time, age, language, and ethnicity. The Commercial Press is an excellent publisher and believes that this series of books will bring readers great surprises.
Fang Fang. For students, they should read with two eyes, one eye to read the text on the book, and the other eye to look behind the text. In this way, under the guidance of the "classics", they will establish their own thoughts.
North Village. When a person begins to read the classics in his youth, then his youth will be carried away by the thoughts and emotions that are true in the classics, and when he becomes an adult, he will find that the wisdom and soul common to all human beings have been perpetuated in himself.
Yu Hua's famous comment.
The classics themselves contain higher quality cultural values, and I think that our historical and cultural inheritance is mainly composed of classics ......Today's emphasis on classics and reading of classics is a kind of persistence and reinvention of the cultural inheritance of our era, which I think is very meaningful.
Chen Xiaoming, vice president of the Chinese Contemporary Literature Research Association and literary critic.
Because these books carry the important cultural memory of a nation and the important cultural memory of mankind, the nation and humanity it shapes are at least a positive ......Therefore, I think that the importance of classics will always be indispensable and cannot be ignored for us, whether today or in the future.
Zhang Qinghua, deputy dean of the School of Literature and Literature of Beijing Normal University and a literary critic.
The Commercial Press's concept of "Prosperity Education, Enlightening People's Wisdom" and its practice of advocating re-reading of classics, value reading, and "reading for China's future" are extraordinary in this era. Of course, the value of the classics will not be immediate, but it will definitely subtly transform the world and illuminate our spiritual world.
Meng Fanhua, director of the Institute of Chinese Culture and Literature and literary critic.
Table of Contents
Chapter I. Chapter II.
Chapter III. Chapter IV.
Chapter 5. Chapter VI.
Chapter VII. Chapter VIII.
CHAPTER IX. Chapter X.
Chapter XI. Chapter XII.
CHAPTER XIII. CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV. CHAPTER XVI. CHAPTER XVII.
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On that day, it was impossible to go out for a walk again. Yes, we had been walking through the bare bush for an hour in the morning, but from the time we had lunch (Mrs. Reed always had an early lunch, as long as there were no guests), the cold winter wind blew, followed by gloomy clouds and bone-chilling rain, and it was impossible to go outdoors again. This makes me happy, I've always been a fan of long walks, especially on cold afternoons. I thought it was terrible to come home in the cold twilight, and my fingers and toes were frozen, and I had to be scolded by the nanny Betsy, which made me feel very unhappy. Besides, I felt that my body was weaker than Eliza, John, and Georgiana of the Reed family, and I also felt inferior. Eliza, John, and Georgiana, whom I mentioned, were all in the living room, huddled around their mother. Mrs. Reed reclined on a sofa by the fireside, surrounded by her precious children (neither arguing nor crying), and looked very merry. Well, she wouldn't let me get together like this. She said that she regretted that she had to tell me to stay away from them, unless she heard from Betsy and saw with her own eyes that I was seriously trying to develop a more innocent and easy-going disposition, a more lively and lovely manner—that is to say, more relaxed, frank, and natural—or she said that nothing would give me the treatment that only contented and happy children deserve.
Betsy said what did I do?I asked.
Jane, I don't like people who like to find out and get to the bottom of things;Besides, it is really undesirable for a child to dare to talk back to an adult like this. Find a place to sit. If you don't say flattering words, don't keep quiet. ”
Next to the living room was a small breakfast room, and I slipped into that room, where there was a bookshelf, and I quickly found a book, and chose one with many illustrations. I climbed up to the window seat (the seat in the window niche of the house), folded my feet, sat cross-legged like a Turk, drew the corrugated red curtains almost closed, and hid myself even more. The pleated (overhanging seam ornaments) heavy scarlet curtains obscured my view to the right, but to the left was the bright glass window, which protected me from the cold November weather and did not isolate me from it completely. As I turn the pages of a book, I occasionally glance out at the scenery of a winter afternoon. In the distance, there was only a white mist, and in the distance, wet grass and trees destroyed by wind and rain. The continuous cold rain swept through under the drive of a terrible cold wind. I looked down at my book again—I was looking at the History of Birds in England illustrated by Thomas Bewick (1753-1828), an English woodcarver and famous illustrator whose illustration of Curet's A History of Birds in England is his masterpiece. In general, I am not very interested in the textual part of the book, but there are a few pages of introduction, and although I am still a child, I can't just turn over as empty pages. It talks about the places where seabirds often inhabit, the "lonely rocks and headlands" (pointed lands jutting out into the sea) where only seabirds live, and the coast of Norway, which is dotted with islands from the southernmost point of Linnesnes Point (a promontory in southern Norway, also known as Nass) to the northernmost North Point (the northernmost Norwegian headland on the mainland).
There, the Arctic Ocean rolls up huge whirlpools that roar around the desolate islands of the polar regions, and the surging waves of the Atlantic Ocean that pour into the stormy Hebrides. (A line from the poem "Autumn" by the Scottish poet Thomson, 1700-1748).
It is not to be overlooked that there are also references to the desolate coasts of Lapland (i.e., Lapland, in Northern Europe), Siberia (North Asia in Russia), Spitsbergen (the largest island in the Norwegian archipelago of Svalbard), Novaya Zemlya (the Russian archipelago of the Arctic Ocean, frozen all year round), Iceland and Greenland, and "the vastness of the Arctic, where there is a cold silence The uninhabited region, where the perennial snow and ice have been accumulated, has accumulated after thousands of harsh winters, and has become a solid ice field, shining brightly, like the cascading peaks of the Alps, encircling the poles of the earth, making the cold even more concentrated in its infinite power." I have my own thoughts about these pale areas, which are hazy and vague, like all the concepts that seem to be understood in the minds of children, but they are surprisingly vivid. The words in the introduction on these pages, which are closely related to the illustrations that follow, make the reefs that stand in the rough and splashing sea, the broken ships stranded on the desolate shores, and the ghostly cold moon that looks down on the sunken boats through the cracks in the clouds, all the more meaningful.
I can't tell you what mood hung over the deserted cemetery, where there were tombstones with inscriptions, a gate, two trees, low ground surrounded by broken walls, and a rising crescent moon indicating that it was dusk. The two ships were moored in the frozen sea, and I believe they must be ghosts of the sea. The devil grabbed the package from behind, and I quickly turned the page. It was a terrible scene. It's the same with this one, a black monster with horns on its head sitting high on the top of a rock, looking at a group of people around the gallows in the distance.
Each painting tells a story. For a child like me, who doesn't have a strong understanding or appreciation, they often seem mysterious and unpredictable, but they are also very interesting, like the stories Betsy sometimes tells. On winter evenings, when she's in a good mood, she moves the ironing table to the fireplace in the children's room for us to sit around. As she ironed out Mrs. Reed's floral frills and the brim of her nightcap out of the pleats, she told little stories of love and adventure to satisfy our little listeners, who were preoccupied and anxious to hear the stories. Most of these short stories come from old myths and older ballads, or (as I later discovered) from "Pamela" (an English writer by Richardson (1689-1761, about a chaste maid who rejects the seduction of her master and is finally formally married to him, and her virtue is rewarded) and "Henry, Earl of Moran" (a bestseller by John Wesley based on the Irish writer Henry Brooke, circa 1703-1783 **The Illustrious Fool**) , first published in 1781).
I was so happy when I had Biyuik's book on my lap, at least for me. I'm not afraid of anything, I'm afraid that someone will disturb me, but someone will come to disturb me so soon. The door to the breakfast room was opened.
Hey!Miss Melancholy!John Reed's voice called. Then he stopped abruptly, thinking that there was clearly no one in the room.
Hell, where did she go?He continued, "Lixi (Eliza's nickname)!."Georgie (Georgiana's nickname)!Joan (Jane's nickname) isn't here. Tell Mom that she ran outside in the rain - this bad thing!”
Thankfully, I closed the curtains. I thought to myself, and at the same time I desperately hoped that he wouldn't find out where I was hiding. John Reed himself would not have been able to find out, he was a man with no sharp eyes and no good mind. But as soon as Eliza peeked into the door, she said, "She's on the window seat." Quasi-yes, Jack (John's nickname). I ran out, shivering at the thought of having this Jack dragged out.