Waking up at 5 a.m. has become a habit that has been cultivated over the years. At this time, the night is still very quiet, and the road outside the window is dimly lit and empty, and there is less noise and rush during the day. Rows of private cars are quietly parked on the side of the road, patiently waiting for their owners to wake up.
Most of the windows in the tall buildings opposite were dark, and only a few were dimly lit. Perhaps, the owners of this house are like me, they have the habit of waking up early, maybe they have special tasks today and need to get up early and go out early, which is not necessarily a norm for them.
This time is quiet, the roots of the ears are pure, and the heart is proper. You don't have to worry about work, you don't have to work hard for firewood, rice, oil and salt, everything outside your body can be temporarily left behind, and all worries can be left alone.
At this time, it is very pleasant to brew a cup of hot coffee, or make a cup of tea, pick up a favorite book, and read quietly while smelling the fragrance.
Although no one is talking to you, it seems that there are many people whispering to you, and the heart-to-heart communication is going on silently. Their world, their stories, their entanglements, all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, through the writer's carefully polished words, sentences of language, between the lines, you seem to really touch and sense the temperature that should be.
Today I am reading Maupassant's short story "The Barbarian Aunt", in which the writer portrays the figure of a mother who lost her son in the Franco-German war. Prussian soldiers invaded her country and homeland, and several simple chubby lads were arranged to live in her home. They seem to be friendly and kind, and they get along well with the barbarian aunt. They regard the barbarian aunt as their own mother, respectful, humble and polite, and the barbarian aunt regards them as sons, caring for them and treating them as their own.
However, one day, when Aunt Barbarian received the letter that her son had died on the battlefield, her mentality changed drastically. She silently asked herself, did her son's death have nothing to do with these German soldiers? She immediately decided without hesitation that it was they who had killed her son, who was the same age as them, and her indignation ignited a fire of revenge in her heart.
She saw her son's wounds in the hares that the German soldiers had hunted. In her eyes and heart, the hare was her son, and she experienced their cruelty. While they feasted on her and let her enjoy it with great graciousness, she had no appetite at all, and had no appetite at all.
At last, while the German soldiers were asleep on the second floor of the castle, she silently piled up dry stacks of wood around her house, secretly removed the ladders up and down the stairs, and then quietly lit a raging fire, and one by one they fled to the howl of ghosts and wolves, and died in the flames.
Subsequently, the barbarian aunt was captured by the Germans who rushed to the rescue, and then executed. Before she died, she showed the letter, and she hoped that the parents of the dead German soldiers would receive the same letter, and that the sender of the letter was her, a brute aunt who had lost her son.
A person can be an angel or a devil. Angels become devils, devils become angels, sometimes just in the first thought, the world is because of various reasons, angels and devils rise and fall. What made Aunt Barbarian's personality suddenly change so dramatically? How could an aunt, who has always been kind and simple, and warm-hearted, become a ruthless and murderous demon overnight?
Undoubtedly, it is war. The war has distorted the human nature of the barbarian aunt, the war has made the barbarian aunt lose the imbalance in her heart, and the war has made the barbarian aunt's will to retaliate so resolute and decisive.
War is brutal, and a brutal war is bound to exacerbate the hatred between the opposing sides. Every initiator of a war should not be enthusiastic at every turn, shouting and shouting and killing. Rather, it is necessary to exhaust all possible means of peace, and to always put caution in the first place unless absolutely necessary.