Walden Lake 1 Comments
What is that place?
A happy creature,
Beautiful lake,
There is a person who loves her very much.
Although I really came into contact with Thoreau, a great writer, it was only in this winter vacation that I was addicted to his words at first sight. He never gives in, he is the spokesman of truth, and he is very talented in measurement? And many, many more.
? He is not kind to young people, but arrogant and preaching? However, he devoted all his enthusiasm and patience to every inch of his hometown. The river he always leans against? Everything that happens on the river bed, on the river bank, or in the air on the river? He is familiar with all this. He loves this land, loves all creatures on this land, and love breeds our nature.
I didn't fully understand his Walden at first, but as you get to know the book better, you will find that some of the original puzzles have gradually taken shape. Thoreau's words don't slowly penetrate into your emotions, but in a gentle but decisive way, penetrate into your bones and hit your soul directly. Just like wood and piano, it can make you sing from the heart. In particular, his scenery description records the changes of his hometown throughout the year with short but gorgeous words. All the natural scenery he described reappears before your eyes like a symphony. With high respect, he described everything enthusiastically and vividly, and gave life to everything he loved. In his works, they are holy and lovely, as fearless and free as he is.
Although I haven't entered his inner world, in my eyes, his words have a faint melancholy grass breath. He studied the society at that time too much. And what he advocates is not money, but truth. His nature is as free as a wild animal, and this freedom often gets him into trouble. But he didn't change himself because of it.
I can't help thinking of myself. How do I feel about my usual life? Is this idea buried deep in my subconscious and not discovered by me? Or, I think it's actually called? Rebellion? You don't want to say this idea? Thoreau taught me not to hide my feelings too much. Even after reading his words, I found that there are so many beautiful places in the world. Like my hometown? A small village surrounded by green mountains and green waters. Not to mention how beautiful the landscape is, my small yard, which is less than 5 square meters, is also interesting in the summer when the heat wave is rolling.
In a corner of the yard, a osmanthus tree and a pear tree were planted. There are also large and small potted plants by the wall. In summer, although there is no fragrance of flowers, the green is beautiful.
My grandfather likes calligraphy. So I often practice calligraphy with my grandfather in the yard (because no other place in our family can practice calligraphy). The yard in summer is too hot for me to practice my handwriting. But grandpa did come up with a good idea. He will write on the ground in the yard with a big bowl, a bowl of water and a writing brush. I also draw a gourd ladle, or write with my hands dipped in water, or use a pen. Sometimes, after washing my feet with water, I will step on the ground. When my feet are dry, I will wash them again. The sun is so fierce, write it? Words? , painted? Painting? After a while, it dried up, and so on. It was fun to play for a noon.
In autumn, osmanthus blossoms. Grandpa will spread a newspaper under the tree, shake the osmanthus and make it into osmanthus. Accompanied by? Rustle? The sound of osmanthus, the trembling wind blowing across the cheeks, melted the sweetness of osmanthus. Layers of gold fell on black and white newspapers.
We cook with firewood. Smoke from the kitchen when cooking. What a nice photo. Running water family? Picture scroll! Sometimes, my sister next door and I even secretly dig the tiles off our wall (because the tiles are about the size of a dollar coin) and play with them as coins. I've heard a lot about this.
A small yard is full of all my childhood memories.
He compared the bubbles in the winter ice to lentils, turned the boring explanation into something close to life, which was funny and lovely, firmly caught your eye and made you enthusiastic about his words.
He is very lonely, and few people really walk into his inner world. Probably, Emerson is the only one who can have a natural fit with him in thought and mind. But he's happy. In the place where he later lived, there were tens of thousands of lives around him. He never feels lonely. Every day is happy, happy, full and meaningful.
He said,? What a strange triangle the stars are! How far away and different it is to stare at the same star at the same time among all the stars in the universe! ?
But what are the stars in their eyes? The answer is definitely different. Who really understands the question of what color the stars are? Innocent children draw four-pointed stars in bright yellow; Melancholy girls smear spots of different sizes with gray-blue similar to late at night; Impressionist painters filled the sky with colorful whirlpools! This is life, this is a dream, this is a tiny stop in endless time!
His good friend Emerson once said in Thoreau's biography,? Wherever he is, as long as he has knowledge, virtue and beauty, he will find a home. .
But for Thoreau, this home is not a family of several people, but this land. His blood is full of natural breath, and he has a close and inseparable relationship with this land.
Although he didn't get affection, there will always be a lake in his hometown, and the jewels embedded in Concord's crown will always welcome him with open arms.
Random thoughts on Walden II
What is presented in front of us is a blue lake, with blue waves slightly rippling at the foot of the mountain peak. The dark blue distant mountain is extremely quiet under the blue sky, and everything presents infinite quiet beauty and distance.
In the morning light, the mist has not yet dispersed, and there are still a few wisps of cold smoke and attractive blue on the lake, which adds a tenderness to the lakes and mountains. Looking at the mountains in the distance is like a fantasy, staring at the pure ripples, as mysterious as a lake in a fairy tale. How intoxicating! I feel a little hesitant to deal with this quiet scenery. Has time gone back to the last century? Have I entered a dream world?
This quiet lake is strange to me, but in my heart, I feel deja vu. Is it because the poems and paintings I have seen give me an illusion of being there? Is it because of my favorite melody that the artistic conception in my dream has become a reality? Maybe both, maybe none. Don't think too much, after all, I have come to this beautiful lake that I have been longing for for for a long time.
The still lake after the rain is fresh and charming, endless, with clear mountains and clear waters and sky blue. Everything is my favorite blue. I think I chose the right place to fly my dreams.
Find a boat and enjoy yourself in the blue lake waves. Unfortunately, there are no boats in the lake. Maybe you don't need a boat. I walked along the grassy path by the lake to the lake and slowly stepped into the lake. The water is not deep. I feel a blue rippling, a dense lake rippling, a jungle rippling by the lake, the reflection of mountain peaks rippling, and even the sky is like a quiet lake with a velvet light blue. Nature, along with it, and the reverie in my heart.
In a trance, do you think you are? A water plant is swaying in the gentle waves, oily and oily. Feel like I'm dreaming? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. ? However, I didn't play any songs. I prefer to immerse myself in this lonely blue world. I want to see this beautiful scenery and enjoy this perfect moment.
I thought of Thoreau, an American writer in the19th century, and his Walden. When he lived alone in Walden Lake, maybe more often. Standing quietly by the blue waves of Walden Lake, let my thoughts fly freely with the blue sky and white clouds.
Thoreau is a dreamer with distinctive personality, and his pursuit of loneliness is difficult for ordinary people to understand. I read a passage he wrote; ? I pursue loneliness. In my life, there will be no friend who makes me happier than loneliness. I think only by understanding the meaning of Thoreau's sentence can we understand his decision to live alone by Walden Lake. Only by understanding Thoreau's choice can we feel his inner joy and spiritual sublimation in Walden.
I believe Thoreau is not alone. Where is the pain of loneliness when reading his Walden? Where is the lonely sadness? What we can feel; It is the green leaves and wild flowers on the grassy slope by the lake that ripple the fragrance of early spring for him, the fish and ripples in the lake that ripple the rotten summer for him, the breeze and geese in the sky that ripple the autumn colors of Gao Shuang for him, and the poplars and pine trees by the lake that ripple the night sounds of winter for him.
I envy Thoreau, who is lonely and cultivated by Walden Lake, for he is lucky. In the embrace of nature, he can stay away from worldly troubles and keep a pure peace in his heart. While some people have no choice but to imprison themselves in the hesitation of distorting nature and pursuing fame and fortune, Thoreau can have infinitely beautiful lakes, Woods, sunshine and brilliance in his indifferent farming life. He can paddle a canoe freely, gently ripple on Walden Lake and meditate; He can happily stand on the Yuan Ye, listening to the wild geese singing in praise of the sunrise; Under the setting sun, he enjoyed the splendor of the setting sun, and under the moonlight, he indulged in mysterious space.
I admire Thoreau's wisdom, because he has a quiet and far-reaching Walden Lake, which is like a clear mirror, inspiring Thoreau to constantly sublimate his philosophy of life, political beliefs and moral values. Can you say that? It is precisely because Thoreau, unwilling to be lonely, found a singing spot by the silent Walden Lake that his philosophical thoughts and feelings were fully stimulated and promoted. It is precisely because of the deep and quiet atmosphere by Walden Lake that Thoreau's spiritual thoughts can always stay awake and his wisdom can be enlightened, thus creating his glory in the history of American thought and literature.
I hope my hypothesis is true, so this blue still lake in front of me should be Walden Lake in my heart. Yes, just like Thoreau, I also need to find a quiet place to deeply reflect on my life course in silence. I should ask myself; In the impetuous real life, have I lost my direction in life? Have I lost my innocence under the influence of worldly distractions? In the fierce business competition, have I become mercenary? In the face of countless cases of treachery, have I also become a cold and selfish representative? Let me honestly face this calm blue lake and thoroughly purify my soul.
I think, since Thoreau in the19th century can sublimate his thoughts and sentiments by the quiet Walden Lake. Then, by my Walden Lake, can I also start another brand-new period in my life? I believe this beautiful blue lake has given me a clear answer. Yes, in fact, while I was meditating on blue lagoon, another new starting point in my life has quietly begun.
Reflections on Walden Lake 3
I still remember reading Walden for the first time in junior high school. At that time, I was hopelessly attracted by only one chapter of the book. There seems to be a pure fragrance between his lines that is independent of the world, emitting a fresh and natural atmosphere, and the lines are full of reverence and love for nature. The scenery in the book is beautiful and pure, which makes people fascinated. I think this person is very different from others. Sure enough, my guess was confirmed when the teacher introduced the author of Walden Lake. Thoreau is really unusual. Thoreau (18 17? 1862), American writer, thinker and naturalist. He used to be a teacher, engaged in all kinds of manual labor, and his works were all based on his experience of nature. Walden recorded his seclusion in Walden Lake near Concord from 1854 to 1847. In his works, nature, man and transcendentalism dream meet and merge into one. He is a representative figure of Transcendentalism Movement in19th century. Thoreau's prose is concise and powerful, simple and natural, full of thoughts, and it is unique among American prose in the19th century. His views on the British Labor Party, India Gandhi and American black leader Martin. Luther King and others had a great influence. He graduated from the famous Harvard University, but he didn't make a fortune in business or become a star in politics. Instead, he chose Walden Lake calmly and chose the freedom and leisure of his mind. He built wooden houses, cultivated land, wrote and read books, and lived a very simple and primitive life. It is not difficult to notice that Thoreau wrote Walden in the middle of19th century, when capitalism was developing rapidly.
Under the historical background at that time, the author was able to embark on such an extraordinary journey with a pure and innocent heart and the world. This kind of courage and courage is admirable, and I respect Thoreau's pure thought that is not polluted by secular atmosphere! This kind of clear thinking is like a fresh breeze blowing through the hearts of all those who have read this book, which can not help but make people feel relaxed and happy. He wants people to understand that there is another life in this world besides the pursuit of material life, and that is a simple life, which can bring great joy!
Now I read Thoreau's Walden again, and once again I feel the heart when I first read it. I am alone, holding it in the dead of night, as if looking for the most authentic meaning of life.
Walden began in spring and went through summer, autumn and winter. It ends in spring, which is a cycle of life. The end point is the starting point, and life begins to recover. This book is divided into economic articles, supplementary poems, excuses for poverty, and the place where I live; What do I live for, reading, voice, loneliness, visitors, growing beans, villages, lakes, Baker Farm, higher law, animals as neighbors, indoor heating, old households: visitors in winter, animals in winter, lakes in winter, spring, conclusion, chapter one * * *. It is mentioned at the beginning of the book:? When I write the next page, or many words behind, I am living a lonely life. ? When you are alone, it is easier to think and understand the meaning of life. Loneliness is discussed more than once in the book. ? Many times, I think loneliness is good for health. With company, even the best people will soon get bored and make a mess. I love loneliness. I have never met a better partner than loneliness. ? What else is there? I am no lonelier than the laughing diving birds in the lake, and I am no lonelier than Walden Lake. I want to ask who is maintaining this lonely lake company? However, on its blue water waves, it is not a blue devil, but a blue angel. The sun is lonely unless there are dark clouds all over the sky. Sometimes it seems that there are two suns, but which one is false. God is lonely. But the devil is never alone; He saw many partners; He is going to form a gang. I am no lonelier than a mullet or a dandelion in the pasture. I am no more lonely than bean leaves, sorrel, horseflies or horseflies.
Bumblebee is lonelier. I am no more lonely than Millcreek, or a windy chicken, or the North Star, or the south wind. I am no more lonely than the rain in April or the melting snow in January or the first spider in the new house. ? Perhaps only Thoreau, who put himself in loneliness, is qualified to talk about the taste and benefits of loneliness. Thoreau's Walden seems to be an independent article, and each article tells many details and feelings of life. But in fact, these trivial things together constitute a complete life. They permeate every aspect of life: economy, reading, animals, lakes, winter, spring, indoor heating, planting and so on. The first article, the economic article, I have never seen such a poetic and philosophical way to write words about the economy. Strangely, although the author's thoughts are contrary to the times, there is nothing negative and lonely between the lines, only the author's indomitable spirit and courage, as well as self-sufficient tranquility and calmness. Looking back, it seems that people in today's society are lost in the world of leading a drunken life and feasting. Spend your whole life chasing things outside, money. I don't know what the meaning of life is, but they have been using the accumulated money to distinguish and show their identity. They decorate their house and appearance with extremely luxurious items. As we all know, Rolex and electronic watches with a few dollars have the same purpose, but the disparity in price cannot change the essential purpose. What's the point? In the infinite pursuit of material things, people gradually lost their initial dreams, gave up the pursuit of a simple life and yearned for a rich soul.