Wuthring height

Above the Moors, Witness the Ashes of Love and Hate Reading Wuthering Heights, the howling wind over the Yorkshire Moors seems to be the backdrop of the entire book—raw and wild, just like Heathcliff’s love and hatred, surging like a mountain torrent that shakes the heart. Heathcliff and Catherine’s love is a pure symbiosis of souls, yet torn apart by class and misunderstanding. Catherine’s confession that her love is like a rock and a leaf lays bare the stubbornness and helplessness of this relationship, foreshadowing the tragic end for both of them. Heathcliff’s revenge is cruel and frenzied, visiting double the hatred on the descendants of his enemies. But when his revenge is complete, he is left with nothing but endless longing and emptiness for Catherine. He was not born a devil, but driven into the abyss by fate and betrayal. Closing the book, I finally understand the charm of Wuthering Heights: Emily lays bare the most primitive love and hatred of human nature on the moors. Even in the darkest abyss of humanity, that soulful love stands as stubborn as weeds, burning to ashes yet never extinguished.