【正文】 e little women lived with Mrs. March, their brisk and cheery mother, who always had a canIhelpyou look about her, and whom her four girls lovingly called Maumee. Father March was an army chaplain in the Civil War, and in his absence Jo declared herself to be the man of the family. To add to their slender ine, she went every day to read to Aunt March, a peppery old lady。ll be sorry for this, Jo March! See if you aren?t!3 The child made good her threat by burning up the manuscript of a precious book which Jo had written and on which she had spent three years of hard work. There was a terrible fracas, and, though at her mother39。 but to do it cheerfullythat was another thing! She had often said she wanted to do something splendid, no matter how hard。 and Jo felt as if during that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly, and was drifting away from her into a world where she could not follow. As Mrs. March said, “I want my daughters to be beautiful, acplished, and good。 and, after laughingly applying paint and powder, they laced her into a skyblue silk dress, so low that modest Meg blushed at herself in the mirror, and Laurie, who was at the party, openly expressed his surprised disapproval. Chagrin and remorse followed, and it was not until after full confession to Maumee that Meg realized the trumpery value of fashionable rivalry and the real worth of simplicity and contentment. So Meg shows the selfreliance and selfindependent spirits well and great spirit fighting for women?s right. Although it strongly 。 to have a happy youth, to be well and wisely married, and to lead useful, pleasant lives, with as little care and sorrow to try them as God sees fit to send. To be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a woman, and I sincerely hope my girls may know this beautiful experience. It is natural to think of it, Meg, right to hope and wait for it, and wise to prepare for it, so that when the happy time es, you may feel ready for the duties and worthy of the joy. My dear girls, I am ambitious for you, but not to have you make a dash in the world—marry rich men merely because they are rich, or have splendid houses, which are not homes because love is wanting. Money is a needful and precious thing and when well used, a noble thing, but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for. I?d rather see you poor men?s wives, if you were happy, be loved, than queens on thrones, without selfrespect and peace.” (Little Women, 289) Yes, I can?t agree more. Though these words are mon, they are very classical. Better be happy old maids than unhappy wives, or unmaidenly girls, running about to find husbands. So don?t be troubled, girls, poverty seldom daunt a sincere lover. Some of the best and most honored women were poor girls, but so love worthy that they were not allowed being old maids. This is the Great Spirit as the transcendentalism promote. In fact, what did Meg want was a cheerful home which a splendid, wise, good husband and some angelic little children were around her. This is Meg?s castle in the 內(nèi)江師范學(xué)院本科畢業(yè)論文 14 air or favorite dream. Nature was the great source of inspiration. Meg, too, learned a salutary lesson when she went to visit some fashionable friends and had her first taste of “Vanity Fair.” Her sisters gladly lent her all their best things, and, as she said to Jo: “You39。s rights and interests. Meg Pretty Meg, the oldest, was sixteen, and already showed domestic tastes and talents, though she detested the drudgery of household work。 I was getting too proud of my wig.” ( Little Women, 168). We can infer that Jo was very great for her sacrifices and 內(nèi)江師范學(xué)院本科畢業(yè)論文 10 this reflects that Jo had great spiritual over the material. So there?s no body to blame her. In Chapter 18, because of Beth?s scarlet fever, Jo blamed herself continuously, “My poor dear, how dreadful for you! I ought to have gone,” said Jo, taking her sister in her arms as she sat down in her mother?s big chair, with a remorseful face. We know that this is the truth reflection. She loved her sisters and all the good persons in the world, because she was always good honest and mercy. In this point, we know that Jo was very sad for the death of Mrs. Hummel?s baby but she controlled her mood as possible as could to fort Beth. What?s worse, Beth did have the fever and was much sicker than anyone. How dark the days seemed now, hoes sad and lonely the house, and how heavy were the hearts of the sisters as they worked and waited while the shadow of death covered the once happy home! Then it was that Jo, living in the darkened room, with that suffering little sister always before her eyes and that pathetic voice. Sounding in her ears, learned to see the beauty and the sweetness of Beth?s nature, to feel how deep and tender a place. She filled in all hearts, and to acknowledge the worth of Beth?s unselfish ambition to live for others, and make home happy by the exercise of those simple virtues which all may possess, and which all should love and value more than talent, wealth, or beauty. Jo laid her wearied head dorm on Beth in case Beth left her. She loved her Beth so much that she hoped the dying person was her. But at the same time, their neighbor, Laurie seemed to fall in love with Jo. When Laurie found that Jo was recovering from Beth?s fever while Mrs. March was ing back, he kissed Jo bashfully. But Jo found it difficult to accept his love at that time. So she put him gently away, saying breathlessly “oh, don?t! I didn?t mean to, it was dreadful of me.” Writ to here, it was believed that all people who have read this book like this girl because Jo showed the true things: the love for families, the love to her friends and the great heart and her sincere whole heartedness. So