What do you think of the book Sahara Desert?

San Mao said: "Your various annotations and interpretations of me do not constitute one tenth of mine, but you can see everything."

This is my first contact with Sanmao, such a free and easy and interesting soul and body, such a wonderful and adventurous life experience. Who can not love such a romantic and unrestrained San Mao without losing his life? And her husband Jose. I always thought you were the real life partners. Thank you for your story, which made my 20 years as dull as water suddenly give rise to clusters of small sparks yearning for a better life in generate.

Since I had you, there is no real wandering and free soul. "

The story that touched me the most: Night on a Barren Mountain, Sergeant Sabah, Dumb Slave and Crying Camel.

Let's record some of my favorite sentences in the book.

Anyway, couples are always eating, and the rest of the time is busy making money to eat, which really doesn't make much sense.

-A hotel in the desert

Long-term desert life can only make people learn one benefit, and any little enjoyment in real life will bring infinite satisfaction and sublimation to the soul.

"I think that coming to the desert without experiencing material difficulties is more or less a loss of experience for everyone."

Amateur fisherman

People, it's really strange that without outsiders to prove you, you often can't see your own value. -Start a family from scratch

Being locked up in this small town with only one street for a long time is as lonely as a man with a broken leg living in an alley with no exit. There is no excessive joy or sadness on the same day. Life without change, like the warp and weft on the loom, is woven one by one, but the color is monotonous.

In this barren land where the wind blows all the year round, not to mention people, I can see a grass and a drop of dew in the morning, which will touch my heart. How can I turn a blind eye to an old man walking in such a lonely sky?

Here, the endless ups and downs of sand are the real masters of the earth, and the people living here are just pebbles mixed in the sand.

In the morning, the desert is clean, the sky is blue, there is no cloud, and the gentle sand dunes continue to spread to the limit of sight. At this time, the sand always reminds me of a friend of a huge sleeping woman, as if she were still breathing slightly. The serene and deep beauty is really touching and almost painful.

The only asphalt road in this wilderness is still being driven back and forth by me day after day. It looks like a dead silence, no life, no sorrow and joy. In fact, it is like a street, a narrow lane and a winding stream anywhere in the world, carrying its passers-by and stories, coming and going in the slow-moving month and month.

The Buddha said-"A hundred years in the same boat, a thousand years sharing a pillow"-how can I blow these people away like the wind blowing through my dress and forget them indifferently?

I still know how to cherish every pebble in the sand. I can't forget every sunrise and sunset. Besides, how can I erase these living faces from my memory?

The Hitch-Hiker

Yes, eternal death, real death, whether it is a short few days or a long life, crying, laughing, loving, hating, dreaming and upside down will disappear one day. There is no dead figure in the white sand, and even the wind at night has not brought them a sigh.

There is no second Sahara in the world. Only to those who love it, it presents its beauty and gentleness to you, silently returns your love with its unchanging earth and sky, and silently promises you. I hope your children and grandchildren will be born in its arms.

I squatted on the sand in the distance, shaking and shaking, and it was dark around me, so I could hardly see them. The wind suddenly lost its sound, and I gradually could not see anything. I only heard the cries of camels getting louder and louder in the slaughterhouse, and the whole sky gradually filled with the huge echoes of camel cries, which enveloped me like thunder.

the storyof the weeping camel/die geschichte vom weinenden kamel

Married, less than half of them are infatuated with Jose, most of them are for their parents. As for myself, I could have been single all my life. People's environment and pursuit are not just a narrow road. How to live is a kind of life. I shouldn't talk about success or failure in this matter, about heroes.

The fairy tales I read when I was a child all had the same ending-the princess and the prince got married and lived happily ever after.

Fairy tales don't deceive children. Married people have no future. Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty have no later stories.

I have always been afraid of getting married, which is influenced by fairy tales.

Settled down and guarded a family, a man named Jose, and the symphony of destiny suddenly ended. Although silence is better than sound, a little explanation in my heart is still lingering.

My parents have suffered a lot all their lives, knowing that Jose will not have a good life. When they write letters, they always enlighten them over and over again. They should be content, ordinary, grateful and well informed. Married people should stop being willful.

It says, "When you go to bed every night, you must feel-you have really lived enough for today-that you will never have regrets in your life."

Qian Shan is a thousand miles away! I'm glad I have a home. I'm so happy. Many people only live once in their lives, but I have lived many different lives. This is a gift from God. I have never quarreled with Jose, and I will never quarrel again. I am calm, I am a new person. I have to change a lot. I have changed everything. This stubborn stone has also been worn almost. I wish I could go back to Taiwan Province Province once and live a willful life for me. I can eat and sleep freely, and only my parents will always be children.

-Letters from home

Pay tribute to the most romantic, authentic and brave person in our hearts-eternal San Mao.