Marcel Proust hopes to tell us, through this work, the story of his own life, but he does so in a very unique way. At the end of a person’s life, when he is getting old, at the end of his life, he will find that the prosperous and picturesque life he has lived is no longer there, and only the pain and loneliness he has experienced throughout his life will accompany him. It has been a long time since Marcel was born and a lot has happened in his life since then. As a result, the events in his life have gradually become overshadowed by his memories.

It was as if the author was taking us on a journey that would take us through his entire life through memories: the vitality and vibrancy of his youth, the good memories brought by his relatives and friends, the sweetness and the blossoming of adolescence when he reached adolescence. By narrating the story in a way that jumps between reality and dream, he emphasizes this point. During his teenage years, he remembers a lot about his old man, feeling passion and betrayal; in his adult years, he also began to get ill and, for various reasons, was confined to living alone; as an old man, when he returned to his old place and wanted to seek him out again, he found that everything had changed, the years had already changed everything he is familiar with. I read this work in such a way as to make sense of it as the author’s thought, one that runs through the whole work, “the powerlessness and dreaminess of the years.”

The work is Marcel’s entire life experience and ideological values, a constructive manifestation of his ideology and values. Following the reading of this book, I conducted a more in-depth study of Marcel’s life online, trying to understand how his ideologies changed and how he wrote, where this work is Marcel’s life experience and values, a concrete manifestation.

Since I read this work, my heart could not remain calm for a long period of time. As it was stated in the article when we reach the end of our lives and look back on our lives, we can find only a few concrete dreams left, so I felt a kind of reality nihility. A vague memory, is that the best way to describe our experience during this lifetime?