The musicality of some words is astounding.
The first time I saw this book was one dim afternoon many years ago.
In the corner of a large bookstore.
A very thin book, very unremarkable.
It was a book translated by Feng Zhi in the 1920s.
The text has a rich and complicated atmosphere, as if it came from a dark castle, the beautiful sound of the piano, sad and tough...
At that time, Mo Ming was so excited that he bought a copy and gave it to a friend after a long journey. . It's strange that
this friend is a businessman , isn't it? There are some things written for poets to be forwarded to a businessman - the only reason I can think of is that there is something called "poetry" in it. He has the most eternal longing and nourishment in human nature... And that businessman friend was the person that the young man cared a lot about back then... He thinks that he has strong analytical and comprehension skills, but in front of some things, he has an impulse--thinking To forget all thoughts... The last time I felt this way was when I was watching "The Hussars on the Roof" , but I wanted to forget everything, just want to immerse myself in that drifting fate and tenacious love... madness The age of the world, the quiet Apennine wilderness... Everything is as if it is love, like the danger of death... So when I saw him in the library, I couldn't stop reaching out... I started to read in walking and silence... ...I forget the world again. At this moment, the sound of the violin is pouring in from the window at dusk...
View more about The Horseman on the Roof reviews
