《当鸟儿带来太阳》布雷顿角：细腻动人的自然与人文风光

McLeods "Blood Feud in the Sea Breeze," a sister film, is as always in Brayton Point, now a top-ranked island in North America, and in McLeods pen, it is another more charming and human-like island.

Similar to "Blood Feud in the Sea Breeze," the language is delicate and vivid, and the translated language has no sense of dissonance. Many times, it unconsciously pulls me into the story, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. The whole book exudes a faint sadness, not much, like coffee, savoring it and lingering aftertaste.

"Everything Has Its Time" describes the author bidding farewell to his childhood on Christmas Eve when he was eleven years old. Unlike Christmas in general stories, this Christmas is really a rite of passage to adulthood, from receiving gifts from Santa Claus to preparing gifts for Santa Claus, implying a transition in identity and gradually breaking away from the security brought by childhood ignorance and moving towards the ranks of adults.

"Im still trying to convince myself that Santa Claus is possible, just like a person who fell into the dark sea waving his arms desperately towards a passing ship. Without Santa Claus, our fragile lives will only be more hopeless."

"Still looking for refuge in ignorance and relying on myself, I really hope I have never heard my mother say such things, although I also know that ignorance cannot bring me reliance."

"People always move forward, dont be sad, he will leave the good things behind."

"End of Summer" is my favorite, which talks about miners and their families, as well as death. Lying on the beach on the west coast of Brayton Point, at the end of August, there were no tourists, enjoying the last holiday of summer quietly, and the joy of arriving at the South African mine. Bathed in the luxurious sunlight that was rare for miners, "Under the sunlight, whether it was the long pink scar on the inside of the arms, or the saw-tooth-shaped protuberances on the calves, looked more vivid." Every scar is a thrilling story. This group of people lying under the sun enjoys a private beach but exposes the hardships of the past. The complex contrast shows the pain in the mine and the unknown arrival of death, and the comfortable state outside the mine is more prominent. Thoughts spread under the sun.

There are many extreme contrasts in the article, with more and more confusing household appliances in the house, neat and tidy, and orderly dormitories during the mine period. It is precisely because of these extreme differences in contrast that the distance between miners and their families has become farther and farther away. They want to maintain a close relationship with their families but are helpless.

Contradictory choices bring joy but also bring confusion and loneliness, suppression, inability to release, and various contradictions that continue to move forward.

"It is because they did not follow our advice to live that we will experience deeper anger and isolation in our future, experience the loss of no communication between our loved ones. Isnt this ironic?"

"I realized the irony in the choices I made very early on. A person who hates constraints chose to work in the most constrained space."

"When they were miners, they worried about being hit by heavy objects falling from above. Now they have to worry about not becoming the heavy object falling from the sky."

"There is no evidence that we have been here, as if we have never been here, have never walked here, and have never thought about it."

"The dog in winter" is a short story that made me very sad. No one expected it to save the authors life, nor did it expect the troubles it would bring to the family after growing up. What it did not expect was that it stepped into the trap set by the family it had always protected and eventually died, even when it was shot, its first reaction was still to run back home.

There is no right or wrong in the world of dogs and the world of humans, but the gods perspective is pitiful. They are all kind, but they cannot reach a consensus, and they ultimately harm each other.

"I have never told anyone about the encounter that afternoon, nor did I mention that it saved my life. I dont understand why it should be hidden, just to avoid being seen as a fool."

"It and we all think that as long as we can run home, we will be saved. However, it couldnt run back, and we also knew that it couldnt run back. So much blood was spilled on the snowy ground, and we could see our house from where it fell dead with its teeth tightly biting its tongue, leaving only a few drops of blood and trace marks on the snow."