Happiness

After reading Wuthering Heights and closing the book, I feel that people with hatred will never be happy. What kind of heart should Heathcliff have to read him? Poor or hateful? It is pitiful that such a gypsy outcast like him was despised in Wuthering Heights. Even Catherine, the only one who fell in love with him, would leave him at last. I think the reason for Heathcliff's insidious and cold character has a lot to do with the impersonal environment in which he grew up. It is shiver all over though not cold when he goes out to pay to go back to the villa again. He goes to a series of revenge on the people around him. His extreme love for Catherine turned into extreme hatred. He hated Linton and Hindley. He tried everything to make them suffer. Even innocent Katie would be involved in this terrible endless revenge and become the tool of Heathcliff's revenge. It's exasperating that Heathcliff didn't do his duty as a father to his own son. He just regarded Linton as a small beast he kept. After he got Wuthering Heights, he might love only himself, or maybe he didn't even love himself. His life, just living in endless hatred. As the heroine of the novel, I saw Catherine's hesitation and madness. In the face of Heathcliff and Edgar, is it he who chooses to bring her endless happiness and trouble? Or choose him who is gentle and quiet? I think Catherine's final choice is right. Heathcliff's character is too insidious and cold. Under his strong self-esteem lies a terrible inferiority. He won't allow anyone to share Catherine with him. But Catherine doesn't belong to anyone. She is a person who belongs to herself completely. Therefore, Heathcliff and Catherine's tragedies end like a glass of wine, while Edgar is more like a cup of mellow tea. His character is much more peaceful. I think only he can accommodate Catherine's domineering character. Moreover, their social status, people and things they are in contact with, and their views on things have a lot in common. Only in this way can love go further. Heathcliff was dead, and his soul and Catherine's were at last no longer alone, walking on the moors of the night. How to derive happiness?Heathcliff never knew it until he died.What he wants is just a warm love.