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The Elegy of a Typical Rural Poor in India
Freeda 2022-01-12 08:01:15
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Vincent 2022-03-25 09:01:15
7/10. The sympathy comes from Rey's innuendo to the Indians who abide by the tradition and don't make progress. The face of her aunt's kindness is likened to the silhouette on the wall of the gods. She can see through the situation and sing traditional songs in the night wind. The incident of the house being devastated by the wind forced the impoverished Indian family to give up sticking to the tradition. At the end, following the oil lamp at the bottom of the ox cart, the family moved out of the primitive jungle. In the empty mirror, a snake slid through the withered ancestral house, showing The irreparable regrets of childhood. Natural images continue to interpret the meaning of beauty: when the mother brushes her hair while watching her sister punish her for cleaning the yard, her sister’s upper body is deeply bent and close to the ground in a dance-like posture, the cats and dogs play under the eaves, and the aunt smiles and pours the leftover water on the weeds in the corner of the wall , the simple image eliminates the suffering of the elder sister being punished; the big vision in the opening chapter, the elder sister who stole the orchard hides beside the roots of the tree, and the walking posture of the fruit on the mother's head complements the mottled tree shadow; The winding paths, the reflections of the river, and the peddlers followed; the mysterious sound of the train attracts the brothers and sisters to look across the reeds and the railroad tracks, echoing in the quiet night when the elder sister passed away, forming a beautiful life experience.
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Uriah 2022-03-27 09:01:14
My father went out to make money for a few months, and my mother died because of the food. My sister got a fever and caught a cold in the middle of the night. My aunt was driven away by my mother and had nowhere to go. It's a pity that the family is better than anything as long as they are together I bought a scarf and my brother became independent in seconds after his sister's death. When he moved, he found the beads that his sister had stolen and ran out quietly and threw them into the river to save his sister's reputation.
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Sarbojaya Ray: Durga. Durga, go see where the calf went.
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Durga: Holy pond and flower garland, who worships here in the noonday sun? It is I, Leelavati, sister of my brothers. May my sons be numberless, and may I die by the holy Ganges. Mother Goddess, counsel me. I know not how to pray. Grant me this blessing.