Recently, when I read "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami, I had the same feeling as when I read "Sorrow" and "The Fall", which was deep in my heart. Silently chewing on the subtle psychology of the characters in the book, the imprint of the times, the pressure of life, the struggle and purification of the soul, the depression and hesitation about life and feelings, the dependence and alienation from lovers, the psychological pressure and lesions they have to endure changes.

The blurred boundary between virtuality and reality has created such a society, such a life, and such a character.

Everything ultimately needs someone to record it soberly, and someone to read and taste it soberly. Sober works seem to be able to tear apart layers of disguise, allowing people to see the true core.

It is not the chicken soup-like consolation for the soul, nor the lofty and pretentious guidance. A person's life growth process will inevitably go through the process of depression, irritability, self-examination and even self-healing. Only when he reaches the so-called inner reach can he achieve upward progress. Man, if you keep staring at that deep, dark well, fearful and wondering where its bottom is, it is actually a kind of self-harm and a kind of sinking.

Perhaps, any small thing in life that seems insignificant to others may become a deep well in your life or heart. Looking around every day, I unintentionally made the hole bigger, drilled it deeper, and made it sinker. If you are trapped in the ground, in an endless place, or even at the entrance of a cave, you may no longer be able to see the sun, and you may not be able to catch the breeze, struggling hard. I was trying to survive, but I got trapped deeper and deeper.

Murakami said: Death is not the opposite of life, but will last forever as a part of life. However, living well is not easy for some people. Facing the embarrassment of life, what we need is courage, but brave courage and determination are not assets that everyone can have. For many people, losing oneself would be a tearful and unbearable thing?

The fate of the protagonists in the Norwegian Forest is obviously a fate that is easy for ordinary people, but it is also the experience of most people. The difference lies in the ending. "Watanabe-kun, Naoko, Reiko, Midori, and Nagazawa" in the article are all children who are struggling in their hearts and have endless anguish.

Haruki Murakami is more like a psychologist. He studies and analyzes himself and his kind in the world. When I read the article, I always unconsciously break down each character into several different aspects. Personality, cathartic, crazy, indifferent, the battle between id and true self, the game between body and soul.

The world described by Murakami is quiet. He said a lot, but there seemed to be more unsaid words, as if saying them would add noise to the world. Many of the joys and sorrows in his works, as well as the separation between life and death, are so lonely. Some people say that Haruki Murakami's books are very pornographic, with too many scenes of sensual intercourse. But after reading it, I felt that such a description was a reflection of Murakami's intense spiritual struggle to find himself, and his unbearable pain. If the soul wandering in nothingness has no proof of its existence in this world, it will really go away. What he wants to prove is that he is still alive.

Looking at "Norwegian Wood" is like Mr. Lu Xun talking about "A Dream of Red Mansions": "The meaning of fate depends on the reader's vision: Confucian scholars see "Yi", Taoists see lewdness, and talents see lingering love. , the revolutionaries saw the rows, and the rumors saw the secrets of the palace.

I have never read psychology, and I don’t know whether this kind of search belongs to the spiritual world, but this is the message conveyed to me by the text. : Murakami is a person who wants to truly stand in this world. He longs for real value and dignity, even if he is as ordinary and real as a pebble on the ground, instead of dying without a trace for hundreds of years. The kind of person who makes a dark forest rot. He must have done it, at least he left a mark in the history of Chinese and foreign literature.

I read "Norwegian Wood" and "Kafka on the Shore". , reading "South of the Border and West of the Sun", the text conveys a message that I can understand: I feel the author's desire to find his inner self, and his body and mind are longing for strange places and fresh breaths in order to reach the other side. Walking through a jungle of weeds, perhaps, at the other end of this mountain forest, there is the scenery you long for.

Even the wilderness is a pure natural spiritual space.

Reminds me of Maugham's thoughts on life in "The Shackles of Humanity": Is life a gorgeous adventure, or is it a boring bag wrapped in the same shackles?

There are many images in life that are deeply engraved in my mind because of being touched, such as the group of flying swallows that lost their home that year. Our company renovated the environment, and there was a large wild bamboo forest in the center under the water tower. So forklifts and loaders came in bustlingly, and quickly enough, this bamboo forest no longer existed in one day. In fact, we didn't see a few flying birds when the construction started, but in the evening, a large group of swallows and some unnamed birds kept circling above the empty bamboo forest. The spinning figures were so hasty and screamed sadly. The hearts of those who heard the sound trembled. Early the next morning, the same flock of birds appeared there again and circled late into the night. It took three whole days before it gradually decreased and left. This scene was deeply engraved in my mind. What I saw at that time was not just a group of lonely swallows that had lost their home. What I heard were screams of grief that I didn’t know where to place my soul!

Bi Shumin said that the so-called happiness is the achievement of the soul. But where is the resting place of the wandering soul? Where is the harbor for wandering souls to dock? I wonder if there are any souls still looking for their final destination?

I am very glad to see "Watanabe-kun" in "Norwegian Wood" finally walked out of the forest.

On the journey of growth, everyone has to walk through a forest. Even if it is foggy and foggy, we must bravely go out. There is a well in the wilderness, and there is a piece of moss beside the well. The moss is covered with dew that has not dissipated from early morning to dark night. It is dawn! It reflects the way the morning sun lazily reveals a ray of light. The light is colorful and imprinted with time.

Life is not other people’s, it belongs only to ourselves.

I read someone else’s summary of life: Life always contains happiness and pain, despair and hope. Put them together and you have the Norwegian forest.

Introduction to this book:

"Norwegian Wood" is a full-length love novel written by the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami. The background of the story is Japan in the 1960s. At that time, Japan had entered a highly developed capitalist society, and rapid economic development led to a crisis in people's spiritual world. The abundance of material life and the expansion of human desires have caused serious imbalance in people's spiritual world. The reduction and obstacles in communication between people lead to the widening of psychological distance. People living in the city are as lonely, empty, and lost as duckweeds, but they are unable to face the pressure of the outside world.

The Beatles' song "Norwegian Wood" gave Haruki Murakami great inspiration. He wrote a youth love novel under the title "Norwegian Wood". The protagonist in the book embarks on a journey of self-growth between Naoko, who is prone to losing control of her emotions and suffers from mental illness, and Midori Kobayashi, who is cheerful and lively and boldly expresses her feelings.

Classic quotations:

1. Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there. Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again. Even the person you love the most has a forest in your heart that you can't reach.

2. There are people who like loneliness, but they don’t like disappointment.

3. Death is not the opposite of life, but exists as a part of life forever.

4. When we are young, we pursue passion, but when we mature, we are obsessed with mediocrity. After we are looking for, hurt, and betrayed, we can still believe in love as always. This is a kind of courage.

5. I gradually realized that being profound does not mean being close to the truth.

6. What makes us normal is that we understand our own abnormalities.

7. Maybe my pericardium has a hard shell, and the things that can break through the shell are extremely limited.

That’s why I can’t be passionate about people

8. When everything is as clear as yesterday, I don’t know where to start, just like a detailed map, sometimes it is too detailed to be useful. . But I understand now: in the final analysis, I think that an incomplete container like an article can only hold incomplete memories and incomplete ideas

9. In the prime of youth We always look into the distance again and again unconsciously, full of longing for the road in the distance, even if it flickers and is full of confusion. Sometimes it feels like being surrounded by thick fog, and only you can understand the confusion and helplessness. Although I am a little lonely, even though I am confused and helpless, I still face it bravely, because this is my youth, it is not other people's, it belongs only to me.

10. No matter how you explain it, people in the world can only believe what they want to believe. The harder we fight, the more embarrassing our situation becomes. (Lingzi language)

11. No one likes to be alone. I just don’t want to force myself to make friends. If you really do that, I'm afraid you will only be disappointed.

12. We are alive and nurturing death at the same time. But that is only part of the truth we must learn. Naoko's death told me this. No matter what truth you possess, the grief of losing a loved one is incurable. No amount of truth, honesty, strength, or gentleness can cure that sorrow. The only thing we can do is to break away from this sadness and understand some philosophy from it. And any philosophy after understanding is so weak in the face of the unexpected sorrow that follows - I listened to the sound of waves and wind in the dark night, and pondered like this day after day.

13. I think of the many things I have lost in my past life journey - the wasted years, the people who have died or left, the irretrievable regrets

14. Don’t just hold hands because of loneliness and then rely on them. It’s so good to be free. Even if you are wandering, the experience is better than a prison-like life. So I deliberately don’t let myself be too dependent on the Internet, and I also maintain an indifferent attitude towards the people I lose. Thousands of people pass by each other, and whoever you give a chance will be destined to be with you. Even if there is no person A, there will be person B.

15. When you are lonely, you must still protect the thoughts in your heart.

16. No matter what kind of philosophy, what kind of sincerity, what kind of tenacity, what kind of tenderness, nothing can dispel this sadness. The only thing we can do is to break away from this sadness and understand some philosophy from it. And any philosophy after understanding is so weak in the face of the unexpected sorrow that follows.

17. What an incredible woman. There are many wrinkles on her face, which is the most eye-catching, but it does not make her look old. Instead, she has a youthful atmosphere that transcends her age, which is emphasized through the wrinkles. Those wrinkles seemed to be innate, and they matched her face tacitly. When she smiles, her wrinkles will become smiling; when she is sad, her wrinkles will become sad. When she is neither smiling nor worried, those wrinkles adorn her entire face in a cynical manner.

18. Naoko’s death made me understand: no matter how familiar the truth is, it cannot relieve the sorrow caused by the death of a loved one. No matter what philosophy, sincerity, tenacity, or tenderness, they can't relieve this sadness. The only thing we can do is to break away from this sadness and understand some philosophy from it. And any philosophy after understanding was so weak in the face of the unexpected sorrow that followed - I listened to the sound of waves and wind in the dark night, and pondered like this day after day. I drank several bottles of whiskey, gnawed on bread, and drank water from the water bottle. My head was covered with sand, and I carried a travel backpack and walked westward on the coast in early autumn.

19. Everyone seems very happy. As for whether they are really happy or just seem so, there is no way to know. But in any case, on this soul-stirring afternoon in September , everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, and I feel a loneliness I have never felt before, and I feel that I am the only one who is incompatible with this situation.

20. Every time I encounter trouble, I always think like this: deal with it first, and then things will get better. Life is a cookie jar.