Everyone, help me, the appreciation of The House on Mango Street includes reading notes, thank you

Haven't you seen it??

I bought a copy and read it, and it was a little girl living on the same street, and then the people around me had their own life journeys, and there were strange people

It's all poor. My favorite is the one that depicts her grandmother.

Her grandmother was like a wild horse, longing to run on the steppe, and no one could restrain her, until one day her grandfather tied her up and got married, and she settled down from then on.

However, my grandfather traveled all the year round, and my grandmother looked out of the window, looking away at her youth, hoping that one day she would still be gone, no longer locked in the house, but galloping away like a horse!

Recently, I just finished reading "The House on Mango Street", and the whole book is not long, but it is full of words and never gets tired of reading it. This is a "poem**" composed of dozens of short stories, each of which tells a person's story, or the experience of an event, or a mixture of some or several feelings, the language is as natural and elegant as flowing water, as if it is from the mouth of a child, and the words reveal the fantasies and longings of childhood.

You can never have too many skies. You can fall asleep under the sky and wake up drunk. When you are sad, the sky will give you comfort.

But there is too much sorrow, not enough sky, not enough butterflies, not enough flowers. Most beautiful things are not enough. So, we can only take what we can and enjoy it well.

Esperanza, an immigrant girl, grew up on Mango Street and lived in a small red house. She walked up the stairs with heavy steps, her sad brown shoes leading her into a house she never liked. ”

She hopes that one day, her feet will be able to walk and walk, walk out of Mango Street, and walk far. The song may stop and be in front of a house, a beautiful house, with beautiful flowers, big windows, and steps to jump up two steps and one step at a time. At the top of the stairs there was a waiting room for the bend, unplug the small window of the room, and with a slight push, all the sky would rush in.

This is her dream, a big house of her own, a room where she can return freely, and the paper and pen are as clean as snow. The meaning of the house to her is not only a residence, but also a place of stability and home.

We all want to have our own house, we all want to have our own house, it can be non-physical, not real, uninhabitable. But we really need such a house in our hearts. When we are tired, when we are unbearable, when we can't persevere, this house will open the door for us, it is a house that belongs to us completely, containing our wandering hearts and soothing our tired bodies.