In the morning, I secretly fantasized,
Look at those white clouds,
That fresh day
Please swing gently in the treetops.
The fog is pervasive,
The sun rises over there—
Alas, no one knows.
I am sad.
The waves are rough and cool,
Endless commotion.
A philosopher looked at me,
I close my eyes.
The fog fluttered,
The sun rises over there—
God knows
Why am I so sad?
Migratory birds fly happily,
Sing softly,
I really want to do anything I want,
Fly to the place of vision.
The fog fluttered,
The sun rises over there—
Alas, no one can think of it.
Why am I so sad?
I looked away and cried,
I can't see the returning sail.
Sadness and loneliness,
Sorrow tore the liver and intestines,
The fog gradually dispersed,
The sun rises over there—
Only he will know.
Why am I so sad?
Analysis: (Reprinted from "Seeing the World with Half an Eye" Weibo)
The last three sentences of this poem are the same, highlighting that the fisherman's daughter feels sad when she can't see him. Although the sun is rising every day, the sadness has not subsided, and it will get stronger and stronger. White clouds, waves, migratory birds, sails that are gone forever, only they know what his sadness is for, because "he" may never look back like "they". A person who is lost forever is your hope. How can hope not become disappointment and sadness? This poem shows that Nietzsche's feelings are normal and true. Maybe that "he" is Nietzsche himself. Nietzsche once loved a beautiful young girl. What amazing news. In fact, this is inevitable. Young Nietzsche will be full of love experiences both at school and on the battlefield, which is fueled by precocity and sentimentality. Love is human nature after all. Later, he said that he was discouraged because of the failure of real life, and also because of his philosophy. Zarathustra is a great thinker. Great thinkers need loneliness, great thinkers need complete loneliness, and women are a burden. He tried to drive away all the women with a whip in his hand. Zarathustra, a great loner, walked around like the sun and preached. His sermon is based on ten years of loneliness and meditation by the lake. Ten years later, he went to the sun to say goodbye to him, and then preached to mankind: God is dead.
Nietzsche's sadness was finally overcome by philosophy. At the age of 265,438+0, he read Schopenhauer's "The World as Will and Representation" and had a great tremor in his heart. Schopenhauer dragged him into the mire. Since then, the poet's talent has declined sharply, and his life has undergone a great turning point. Nietzsche began his philosophical criticism, made a crazy counterattack against secular authority and Christianity, and ended his youth prematurely. At the age of 27, he wrote The Birth of Tragedy, and a philosophical giant was finally born.