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Wuthering Heights has been described by countless people as a complex psychological suspense novel or a exploration of human nature and ethics, but it seems to me that Wuthering Heights is all about love and the whistling of love. Young and frivolous Heathcliff and the same young frivolous Catherine love, but in the complex secular background was forced to separate. The bitter result of Catherine's love makes Heathcliff's emotional world break apart, from then on, he tries his best to carry out a disastrous revenge for the rest of his life, the fire of revenge almost burns out all the warmth, hope and life, and as the final winner, Heathcliff can't escape his dream of dying in love. European and American literary circles call Wuthering Heights a "grand epic of human love." 'Indeed,' said Catherine, 'my greatest grief in this world is Heathcliff's, and his is my greatest purpose in life. My love for Heathcliff is like the unchanging rock under my feet. I am Heathcliff! He exists in me, not as a pleasure, but as myself!" Heathcliff said, 'Two words can sum up my future: death and hell. Lost her, living in hell." Catherine sees her reflection in Heathcliff's boiling soul, and Heathcliff takes Catherine's love as life. This love of overlapping souls is brilliant and heroic. We cannot say that it is the finest love, but at least it is the purest, and full of the power which, in the face of treachery, sets forth a storm of revenge, the destruction of life, and the rise of love. Therefore, in my opinion, the so-called hatred, madness, distortion, cruelty and all the means contrary to human ethics in the book are all derived from the love between them, which is so profound that the ocean cries out for tsunami. Wuthering Heights is a swirling novel. In Wuthering Heights, heathcliff, the hero cast with all the efforts of the author, is a typical combination of contradictions in the whirlpool. Heathcliff struggles in the whirlpool of life and love, and we, every reader, struggle in this whirlpool of infinite love and hatred for the hero. Wuthering Heights is not a suffocating tragedy. It preserves in the aftertaste of heathcliff's cruel love with Catherine the hope of rebirth, the love of Hareton and Catherine the Younger of the Heights, which survives the flames of revenge and is healthy and vigorous. I think this seedling of love is the last wonderful imagination that the author gives to the readers, which makes us stop in endless sorrow, anger and struggle, and smell the fragrance of life and love again. Perhaps Wuthering Heights has much to teach us, such as the nobility of upholding dignity, the nobility of believing in reason, and the freedom of the soul. But when we close the book, it's not the philosophy that really moves us. It's the story itself and the hate it evokes. In addition to the life lessons, wuthering heights gave us more is a kind of feeling, that is in you closed the book down thoughtfully at the moment, you may suddenly feel in an instant, the sort of tantalizing bright "the love is written in the book that contains the heather moors, initiation, elaborate, burning, whistling, rolling in...