Who blames me? There will undoubtedly be many people. They will say I'm not satisfied. I have no choice. I am active by nature, which sometimes bothers me. At this time, my only comfort is to walk back and forth in the corridor on the third floor alone, stay safely in the quiet and loneliness here, and let my mind's eyes stare at the clear illusions rising in front of me-needless to say, there are so many dazzling illusions; You can make your heart ups and downs because of happy activities, get excited because of turmoil, and stretch your smile because of vitality. And best of all, I can let my mind listen to a story that will never end-a story that is constantly created and told by my imagination. Events, life, passion and feelings that I long to experience but don't exist in real life make this story very lively and interesting.
It is useless to say that one should be content with a quiet life. They must take action, and even if they can't find the opportunity to take action, they will create opportunities. Millions of people are doomed to have no life predicament than me, and millions of people are silently resisting their own destiny. No one knows how many other rebellions are brewing besides political rebellion in this vast world. It is generally believed that women are quiet, but women also feel the same as men. Like their brothers, they should also display their talents and have their own position. They will also say that they should be limited to making pudding, knitting socks, playing the piano and embroidering wallets, because they are too strict and absolutely stagnant, so they are too narrow-minded. If they want to go beyond the scope of women permitted by customs, do more things and learn more things, so condemn them and laugh at them, then they are too ignorant.
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2。 The road is difficult and the air is stagnant, so my journey is lonely. At first, I walked very fast. It was not until my body warmed up that I recovered, enjoying and savoring the joy that this scene gave me. It's three o'clock. When I passed under the bell tower, the church bell had just rung. The charm of this moment is that the sky is near dusk, the sun is slowly sinking and the glow is fading. At this time, I was a mile away from Thornfield and was walking into a path. This path is famous for wild roses in summer and nuts and blackberries in autumn. Even now, there are some coral-colored gem-like wild rose fruits and hawthorn. However, the most fascinating place here in winter lies in the unparalleled tranquility and peace after the leaves fall. Even if there is a breeze, there will be no interest here, because there is no holly, no evergreen trees rustling, and the bare hawthorn and hazel trees are silent. Like those polished white stones placed in the middle of the road. On both sides of the road, I looked up and saw a field. At this time, there are no cattle and sheep grazing there. Occasionally, a few brown birds appear between the hedges, which look like some forgotten dead leaves.
The path leads up the hillside to Hay Village. Halfway through, I sat on the steps leading to the field by the roadside. I wrapped my cloak tightly and hid my hand in a leather bucket. Although it is very cold, I don't feel cold. This can be seen from the thin ice layer covered by the road surface, which is caused by the ice flow that overflowed here when it suddenly thawed a few days ago. From where I sit, I can overlook the whole Thornfield. The gray mansion with a cone is the main scenery of the valley under my feet. To its west is a forest and dark ducks near the house. I stayed here until the sun sank into the tree and the shining Xia Hong sank behind it. Then I turned my face to the east.
On the top of the hill above me, there is a rising moon. Although the clouds are still gloomy, they have been getting brighter. She looked down at Haiyi village, which was half hidden in the trees, and several sparse chimneys emitted plumes of smoke. It's still a mile away from there, but in the silence, I can clearly hear the slight sound of life there, and I can also hear the sound of water flowing in my ear. I can't tell which valley or deep pool the sound came from, but there are many hills in Hay Village, and there is no doubt that many streams flow through their passes. This evening silence also reveals the murmur of the nearest stream and the murmur of the farthest mountain stream.
Suddenly, there was a clear sound in the distance, breaking the soft and beautiful murmur and gurgling sound. It was a heavy trampling sound, a harsh sound, which drowned out the gentle sound waves, just like in a painting, a big stone or a thick oak trunk was painted in the foreground with heavy colors, and the vast and distant scene composed of verdant mountains, bright sky and colorful clouds was drowned.
The noise comes from the path. There is a horse coming this way. The winding path still covers it, but it is approaching. I just want to leave the steps, because the road is too narrow, so I can only sit still and wait for it to pass. At that time, when I was young, my mind was full of all kinds of bright and dark fantasies, fairy tales and other messy things, all of which remained in my memory. Every time I think of them, mature youth adds vitality and vigor to them that childhood can't give. As the horse approached, I waited for it to emerge from the twilight, and I remembered several stories Bessie had read about a singing ^quot; Gatorage ·^quot；; Demons, which often appear in the form of horses, mules or big dogs, haunt wilderness paths, and sometimes suddenly appear in front of people driving at night, just as this horse will appear in front of me now.
3. "I tell you, I have to leave!" I was a little annoyed and retorted, "Do you think I will stay and become a dispensable person in your eyes?" Do you think I am a machine-a ruthless machine? Do you think I can stand people taking my only piece of bread from my mouth and spilling my only drop of life-saving water from my cup? Do you think that because I am poor, humble, ugly and short, I have no soul and no heart? You are wrong, I also have the same soul and heart as you! If God gives me a little beauty and wealth, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now. I don't talk to you through customs, conventions, or even mortal flesh and blood-I talk to your heart with my heart, just as we leave this world, pass through the grave, stand before God on an equal footing, and we are equal to each other-just like our essence. ""just like our essence! Mr. Rochester repeated, "That's it," he went on, hugging me and pressing his lips to mine. "That's it, Jane! "
"Jane, calm down, don't struggle so hard, like a desperate wild bird, tearing its feathers crazily." "I'm not a bird and I'm not in a cage. I am free, I have my own independent will, and I am determined to fly away. " I earned it hard again and was finally free. I broke away from his arms and stood proudly in front of him. "Then, you can decide your destiny with your independent will," he said. "I extend my hand to you and give my heart and all my property and sharing rights."