book review

Sacrifice of Love is an O Henry story about a couple of young artists who leave their hometown to pursue further education in New York, but are unable to expand their family due to poverty. So the wife sacrificed herself to make a living by giving up her piano study and teaching music. "I can learn something while I am teaching," she told her husband. She stayed with music. Unwilling to let his wife bear the burden of life alone, the husband also stopped learning painting, to the Central Park sketch, painting, painting finished products for sale. Although both of them have interrupted their studies, they have not left art, not only to make a living, but also did not give up the pursuit of art, life seems to be happy. However, an accidental accident makes the truth of the matter exposed -- the wife was accidentally scalded hand, and her hand bandaged with waste yarn is the husband found. It turned out that they did not give up art for each other, and they both told a beautiful lie: the wife did not teach piano, but ironed shirts in the laundry shop for her husband to keep on giving up art; Instead of sketching in Central Park, the husband continued his education as a tinder in the laundry workshop for his wife. Harsh life made them both give up art, but their love for each other was touching. O Henry reveals the great power of love in light, humorous and weighty stories. When something becomes our passion, we find no sacrifice too hard to bear. That's true. But when you meet someone worthy of love, nothing is too much to give up, so this young couple gave up their beloved art for each other. They have to think of how to tell each other about their day after hard work to convince each other that they had a good day and don't have to worry about themselves. The extraordinary richness of O. Henry's account of their lives reflects the lengths to which the couple went to lie and the depth of their love for each other. Forced by the cruel life, in order to love the people give up, give up art, so deep Strong love is what is lacking nowadays. Today, we are bound by interests, too many external things to contain us, perhaps long forgotten What was the most instinctive love at the beginning? Love is pure, but is stained by fame and wealth Do not go to the besmirch, in people's puff pursuit, more and more difficult to go. No, not now It is impossible to be affected by external things. I just hope that I can occasionally think about the truth and think about it in my spare time Love, look back on that warmth, try to keep it in the cleanest corner of your heart, Let it follow you wherever you go.