What makes a bad-tempered grandfather and a woman in such a humble position? In this book, the author once described the image of a grandfather like this: My mother used the word' once', which always made me feel funny. We all know it's best not to make grandpa angry. It is a fact that he has a bad temper, and everyone in the valley can confirm it. He is weather-beaten and rough and strong, just like a wild horse he keeps on the mountain. The author compared his grandfather to a wild horse he raised on the mountain. In fact, there is no culture behind his grandfather. It is very likely that he brought him up later. Pro-personality reasons.

The author also created the image of a mother at home: the adult father strongly opposes women's work, and his views are very radical even for Mormon areas in our rural areas. A woman's place is at home. Whenever I see a married woman working in the city, she always says this. Sometimes I wonder if her father's strong resistance to this has more to do with her mother. Here let me know an initial situation of the author's family.

The author doesn't seem to know what his experience is related to, but he can clearly feel that the environment created by his family has a great influence on him.

In the course of the story, the author created an image of a kind, kind and educated mother. One detail was shocking: the coroner didn't handle his lips properly-the smile that kept hanging on his lips like an iron mask disappeared. It was the first time I saw him lose his smile, and then I finally realized that my grandmother was probably the only one who knew what I was going through: how bigotry and fundamentalism carved up my life, how they took people I cared about away from me, leaving only degrees and certificates-a decent emptiness. What is happening now has happened before, and the separation of mother and daughter has been repeated. The tape is playing in a loop. After reading this, I felt the author's helplessness and powerlessness in a trance. The influence of bigotry and the original leader on this family is faintly reflected, and even the influence on this society cannot be underestimated. When I read on, there were several storylines that impressed me deeply:

1. I entered adulthood with a heavy burden. That car accident always reminds me of those Apache women. All the decisions made by adults in their lives-those made jointly or individually-are gathered together to create every single event. There are countless grains of sand, which accumulate into sediments and then become rocks. Such a car accident was caused by my father's insistence, when the author was just an adult. After reading these lines carefully, the author summed up such a point through his own thinking. The word heavy reminds me of what happened behind the author. It also extracts a truth that every little thing should not be ignored, and every little thing will gather greater strength after being pieced together.

Here are some descriptions that impressed me deeply about my father:

2. The wound below my knee has scabbed-black and bright, like a black river flowing through pink muscles. At this moment, I made a decision.

In my opinion, he is shorter than that morning. The disappointment on his face was so childish that for a moment I wondered why God couldn't grant her wish. He is such a sincere believer that he is willing to suffer, just as Noah is willing to build an ark. But God didn't let the ark flood.

These instincts are my patron saint. They have saved me before and taught me many times when riding a prancing horse when to hold on to the saddle and when to avoid the impact of horseshoes. Many years ago, when my father dumped the dustbin, it was these instincts that prompted me to hang on the dustbin. These instincts have been teaching me a truth-only by relying on yourself can I win more.

This should not be the performance of a normal loving father. This kind of behavior surprised me and surprised me. In such an environment, a powerful internal force is supporting me to move forward.

3. The author's introduction from grandparents to father shows a kind of trauma brought by family background. How strong does the heart need to be to show the author's optimistic and positive attitude?

That's not all. The author mentioned his brother again: he grabbed his hair and pressed himself on the toilet. . . If the author hadn't mentioned that he was his own brother, I'm afraid it would be hard to guess. Later, I mentioned the story of my brother who fell from the tray and was injured. She recorded it this way: Looking back on that night now, I won't think about the dark road or my brother lying in the snow. I think of the cold blue sofa and pale walls in the waiting room. I can smell the disinfectant in the air and hear the ticking of the plastic clock.

A girl like Tara, the author, has suffered too much pain at her age. She can only say that she caught the only lifeline at that time: her strong heart. Tara had never been to school before she was seventeen. During the development of the story, she simply reflected her brother's reference to school, and gradually found that going to school could only change her. I don't understand why I was denied a good education when I was a child, she wrote in her diary. I didn't explain why I wrote this, as if the connection between the two was obvious. Later, under the author's persuasion, my mother sent herself to Brigham Young University. In her study, she clearly felt the gap between herself and others and the inferiority complex brought by her family. But with the help of the professor and his own efforts, he finally got his doctorate.

Finally, the author summed up all her experiences in one sentence. You can call yourself this in many ways: metamorphosis, metamorphosis, hypocrisy and betrayal. I call it: education.

Along the way, the author is groping, learning in learning, and finally reaching the peak of life. As the title says, you should fly to your mountain like a bird.