The sun setting, I pull the curtain aside and open the window, taking a deep breath, and feeling the vicissitudes of life.

　　Be faced with he money, great father is worth of nothing.

　　At that time, money is the capitalist new signs of the times, and father is just something that when the patriarchal clan system residual feelings.

　　Concerning father’s love corroded by money, what's left? Sighing…

　　Saddened by her solitude in the falling dusk, she is assailed by wind and rain. I never thought that, they decided to choose money instead of love. Extreme egoism flooded all moral principles. Father Goriot's property was bled white and abandoned. Originally the spoiling under the money is so heartbreaking.

　　He was glowing with pain and memory, always hiding in the lonely grave.

　　Obedient just quietly indulgence, in exchange for you is just being betrayed.

　　Father Goriot still adhere to love them, as in the past, there is no reason, nor whether it is worthwhile, maybe, in his heart, so this is love.

　　The story happened in the past, but affects the future.

　　In our society, who are the only children in us, and it is groeing up in the doting parents’ love ? The same is the interpretation of love, at different times, what is the difference? As children, to accept the same care, what difference does it make? The same parents, giving this selfless care, and usually in the Father Goriot "refuse to realize one's error"?

　　It is often said, “This is the product of the society”。 Yes, the society originated from the people, for people in the final analysis, it is still the problem! Human nature on the one hand is missing, that led to all the problems of society the arch-criminal.

　　Their son is of far-reaching.

　　I've seen in a magazine that a story:

　　 Kim was born in a rich family. A few years ago parents opened the gold mine and accumulated vast wealth, becoming the richest man in the village. Rich family make little Kim be spoiled, and develop a wayward character that she love leisure and hate labour. She learned to smoke, drink alcohol, and spend a lot of money. In the countryside, her monthly expense is two thousand yuan, let the other kids out of,. When she was lack of money, she would ask parents for money, sometime little criterion thousands, but sometime over ten thousand. Once, she told a lie to his father for money to buy things, opening, father he gave her a stack of $100 bills, count for more than 20000 pieces, less than two months, she will spend it all. When her mother repeatedly reprimanded her for this, she became so bitter. But without money, she even collaborated with her cruel boyfriend to kill her mother.

　　 Until now, I still have a lingering fear. As a child, how can she kill her mother who raised her for 10 years? Is the situation that some people are lack of human nature really so serious? I think this is a true portrayal of ＂Father Goriot＂in today's society.

　　 Maybe you are feeling better in today's society, the progress of the society. Is there anybody that ever considered why tragedy in such a modern society is much more terrible than the chaos of the dark days in the old society?

　　 I think that society is not the scapegoat of the dark and the stepping stone of tragedy!

　　 I can still remember the time when I was seven years old. At the weekend, I go to grandma's house as usual. I hurry to eating lunch to rush down the stairs to play games with the children. An old man lived in the first floor with their own little yard with many flowers. Then again at the spring, the flowers fill the yard. I don't know why, maybe possessive crazy filing my heart. No more hesitation and no longer afraid, I pick off the most beautiful flower. But when I get out off the yard, I fell down and crushed lots of flowers. I run away from the yard and go home. Under mother's stern, I tell my mother the whole thing in detail after a few evasion .The thought of the coming Armageddon was replaced by mother’s silence. She got up and pulled me, then went up to the old man’s home. I really fear the old man’s punishment. But it really surprised me much that the old men didn’t punish me .He gave me some flowers to prise my honest.

　　 The road home seems to be long. Along the way, my mother said to me a lot, and I kept nodding my small head .But I only remember that mother said such words: to be honest, be responsible; can not be greedy, can not be empty.

　　 In hindsight, I know, this word express volumes. Compared to the " Father Goriot " children, I was lucky. When I'm gone wrong in the prelude, there is mother’s diligently teachings wake me up. Without being a spoiled and blindly condoned, I didn’t get increasingly fallen.

　　 Perhaps, this is love.

　　 To love is always delicately parallel with to be loved. Wrong to give, will never be able to harvest the true. When love and being love are truly coordinated unification, you will understand the family growth.

　　 You hold on your doting love and the indulgency make the end melancholy.

　　 Maybe, love…