In his youth, Ji Bolun mainly wrote novels, and after he settled in the United States, he mainly wrote prose poems, almost all of which were written in Arabic, including short story collection Bride on the Grassland (1905), Rebellious Soul and novel Broken Wings (19 1 1. Broken Wings describes the tragic fate and struggle of oriental women, denounces greed, fraud and submission, and praises self-esteem, will and strength. This novel is famous for the protagonist's philosophical monologues, dialogues and narratives, especially the passionate talk of the oppressed and the injured. Other works published in Arabic include Short Chapters of Music (1905), Tears and Laughter (19 13), The Tempest (1920) and Hymn of Rank (13). His first work written in English was a collection of essays, Crazy People (19 18). Since then, Lu Ji has published a collection of prose poems: Pioneer (1920), Prophet (1923), Shamo (1926), Son of Man Jesus (1928) and The Prophet. The Prophet is a masterpiece, which discusses a series of life and social problems such as love and beauty, life and death, marriage and family, work and happiness, law and freedom, reason and enthusiasm, good and evil, religion and so on in the form of parting words from wise men. It is full of metaphors and oriental colors of philosophy. Ji Bolun also drew his own romantic and profound illustrations.
Ji Bolun believes that to sing "the song in the mother's heart", his works mostly take "love" and "beauty" as the themes, and express deep feelings and lofty ideals through bold imagination and symbolism. Thought is greatly influenced by Nietzsche's philosophy. Works often reveal a cynical attitude, or show some mysterious power. He is the first writer to use prose poems in the history of modern Arabic literature. He led the famous overseas Arab literature group "Pen Club" and made great contributions to the development of Arab new literature. His works have been translated into many languages in the world and are welcomed by readers all over the world. Prophets were first introduced to China (translated by Bing Xin, 193 1). Since 1950s, it has been gradually known to readers in China.
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During his short and brilliant life journey, Ji Bolun experienced displacement, bereavement, love twists and turns, debt and illness. He was born in a farmhouse in the mountains of northern Lebanon. The beautiful scenery of the strange mountains in his hometown gave him artistic inspiration. /kloc-when he was 0/2 years old, he went to America with his mother because he couldn't stand the brutal rule of the Ottoman Empire, and lived a poor life in Boston Chinatown. 1898, 15-year-old Ji Bolun returned to the motherland to study national history and culture and understand Arab society. Just over a year after 1902 returned to the United States, the disease took away his mother and three other relatives. He made a living by writing and selling paintings, and struggled with his sister who cut and sewed clothes at the bottom of Jin and Yuan Dynasties. 1908, he was lucky to get the financial support of his friends to study painting in Paris, and was personally guided by Rodin and other artists. 19 1 1 After he returned to the United States, he lived in new york for a long time, engaged in literary and painting creation, and led the cultural trend of Arab expatriates. When he felt that death was coming, he was determined to make the fire of his life burn more vigorously, so he ignored his illness and sat at his desk all day until he died young at the age of 48.
Ji Bolun is an artist who loves the motherland and all mankind. In the last few years of his life, he wrote a poem "The Hazy Motherland", which spread all over the Arab world. He eulogized: "You are in our soul-fire, light; You are in my chest-my throbbing heart. " Love and beauty are the themes of Ji Bolun's works. He once said: "The whole earth is my motherland, and all mankind is my folks." He opposes ignorance and triteness. He loves freedom, advocates justice, and dares to declare war on tyranny and hypocritical saints. He is not afraid of being called a "madman" and calls for the burial of all "Prometheans" who do not keep pace with the times; He opposes moaning and boasting; It advocates writing people's voices with "blood".
Literature and painting are the wings of Jibo's artistic life. Ji Bolun's early works are mainly novels, while his later works are mainly prose poems. In addition, there are poems, poetic dramas, literary reviews, letters and so on. The Prophet is the pinnacle of Ji Bolun's entry into the world literary world. It has been translated into more than 20 languages and published all over the world.
Ji Bolun's painting style, like his poetry style, was influenced by the English poet William? Black (1757-1827), so the literary world called him "black in the 20th century". 1908—19 10 Rodin once affirmed and confidently evaluated Ji Bolun when he was studying painting art at the Paris Art Institute: "This Arab youth will become a great artist." Ji Bolun's paintings are collected in the memorial hall, which is full of romanticism and symbolism.
In the history of oriental literature, Ji Bolun's artistic style is unique. His works are both serious and cold in rational thinking and romantic and lyrical in aria. He is good at finding meaning among the people and enlightening profound philosophy in wonderful metaphors. On the other hand, Ji Bolun's style can also be found in his unique language. He is a bilingual writer, who can write in Arabic and English, and he is fluent in each language. The language style of his works has conquered generations of eastern and western readers. Americans once praised Ji Bolun as "like a storm blowing from the East and sweeping the West", and his works with a strong sense of the East were regarded as "the best gift from the East to the West".
As early as 1923, five prose poems of Ji Bolun were first introduced to China by Mr. Mao Dun. The Prophet translated by Ms. Bing Xin has opened a literary window for China readers to understand Ji Bolun. In recent ten years, some works of Ji Bolun have been published in China. This proud Lebanese literary figure has more and more intimate friends in China.
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He is an artist who loves the motherland and all mankind. In the poem "The Hazy Motherland", eulogize: "You are in our soul-fire and light; You are in my chest-my throbbing heart. " He once said: "The whole earth is my motherland, and all mankind is my folks."
Love and beauty are the main theme of Ji Bolun's works, and literature and painting are the wings of his artistic life.
His works are both serious and cold in rational thinking and romantic and lyrical in aria. He is good at finding meaning among the people and enlightening profound philosophy in metaphors. His beautiful and fluent language has conquered generations of readers around the world.
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A collection of short stories: grassland brides and rebellious souls.
The novel Broken Wings
Prose "Music Short Chapter" and "Ode to Flowers"
Selected prose poems: The Prophet (regarded as his masterpiece), Tears and Laughter, Storm, Pioneer, Sand and Foam, Jesus, the Son of Man, The Garden of the Prophet and the Wanderer.
Poetry anthology "Hymns of Ranks"
Stories and anecdotes whispering to the soul
Collection of Prose "Crazy People"
Poetic drama "God of the earth, Lazarus and his lover"
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A woman named Al metra came out of the temple. She is a prophet.
Al Mustafa looked at her with infinite tenderness, because she was the first person he looked for on his first day in this city.
He trusted one of his men.
She praised him and said:
Prophet of God, the highest seeker, you once searched for your sail in the distance.
Now that your ship has come, you must go home.
Your yearning for the hometown of memory and the residence of your greater desire is so deep; Our love can't
Tie you up, we can't detain you for our needs.
But before you leave, we want you to tell us the truth.
We will pass this truth on to our children, and they will pass this truth on to their children, endlessly.
In your loneliness, you guarded our day. When you were awake, you listened to our crying and crying in our sleep.
Laugh.
Now please reveal our "true self" to us and tell us everything you know about the middle of life and death.
He replied:
People of Falisse, what can I say except what is stirring in your souls now?
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Del'Amour
So Emilia said, Please tell us something about love.
He looked up at the people and they were silent for a while. He said loudly:
When love calls you, follow him,
Although his journey is difficult and steep.
When his wings encircle you, surrender to him,
Although the blade hidden in the middle of the feather diaphragm may hurt you.
When he talks to you, trust him,
Although his voice will crush your dreams, just like the north wind blowing away the forest garden.
Although love crowned you, he crucified you. Although he cultivates you, he can also mow the grass.
Although he climbs to your highest place and caresses your branches and leaves trembling in the sun,
He will also go deep into your roots and shake all your roots to the ground.
Like a bundle of rice, he tied you up.
He whipped you and made you naked.
He sifted out your shell.
He grinds you white.
He rubs you until you become flexible.
Then he sent you to his sacred flame and made you sacred bread at God's sacred banquet.
These are all things that love will do for you, let you know the secrets of your heart, and in this knowledge, you will become the core of life.
A small piece
If in your doubts and fears, you only seek the peace and happiness of love,
Why don't you cover up your nakedness and avoid the sieve of love?
And walk into a world without seasons, where you will laugh, but not as much as possible, and you will cry, but you will not dry your tears.
Love gives nothing but itself and accepts nothing but itself.
Love does not possess and is not possessed.
Because love is satisfied in love.
When you love, don't say "God is in my heart", but say "I am in God's heart"
Don't think you can guide the way of love, because if he thinks you are worth it, he will guide you.
Love wants nothing but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and need a wish, let the following be your wish:
Dissolve yourself and sing to the clear night like a stream.
You know, the pain of being too gentle.
Let you know about love and let you hurt yourself.
Bleed willingly.
Wake up in the morning and thank you for your love for another day with a happy heart.
Rest in Japan and China and meditate on the deep joy of love.
When the tide ebbs, go home gratefully.
Then pray while sleeping, because there are relatives in my heart and beautiful songs on my lips.
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On funeral music
So a woman said, please tell us about happiness and sadness.
He replied: Your happiness is your sadness without a mask. Even your still spring full of joy often.
Full of your tears. Or what? The deeper the sad scar is engraved on you, the more you can bear it.
Happy. Isn't your wine glass the blank burned in the Potter's kiln? That suits me very well.
Isn't the flute a wooden pipe carved with a sharp knife? When you are happy, look deep in your heart.
You will know that only the one who makes you sad is the one who makes you happy. When you are sad, take good care of yourself.
In your heart, you can see that it is the person who makes you happy and makes you cry.
Some of you say: Joy is greater than sorrow. Others said: No, the sorrow is greater. But I want to tell you,
They can't be separated. They came together. When this person is sitting with others, remember that person is in your bed.
Sleep soundly. Really, you are a balance hanging between sadness and joy. Only when the plate is empty can you be quiet.
Even stop. When the treasurer lifts you up and weighs his gold and silver, your sorrows and joys will inevitably rise and fall.
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About children
So a woman with a baby in her arms said, please tell us about the baby.
He said:
Your child is not your child,
"Life" longs for children.
They came through you, but not from you,
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them love, but don't give them thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can cover their bodies, but you can't cover their souls.
Because their souls live in tomorrow's house, which you can't even dream of.
You can try to imitate them, but you can't make them look like you.
Because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay yesterday.
You are bows, and your children are arrows of life on strings.
The shooter aims at the target at infinity, which fills you with divine power and makes his arrow shoot fast and far.
Get out.
Let your "bending" in the hands of a shooter become joy;
Because he likes flying arrows and stationary bows.
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work
So a farmer said, please talk to us about work.
He replied:
You strive to move forward with the earth and its spirit.
Because laziness makes you a stranger in an era and a laggard in the journey of life, which is solemn and noble.
Proud and obedient, March into infinity.
When you are working, you are a flute, which blows out the whisper of time from your heart and turns it into music.
Which one of you would like to be a reed flute, and be silent when everything is in chorus?
You often hear people say that work is a disaster and labor is unfortunate.
But I tell you, when you were working, you finished a profound dream on earth, and he showed it to you.
When did it start,
And when you work hard, you really love life.
To love life from work is to know the deepest secret of life.
If there is physical distress and health curse in your hard work, write it on your forehead, then I will answer you, only.
Sweat on your forehead can wash away these words.
You have also heard that life is dark, and in your exhaustion, you echoed what the exhausted man said.
I said that life is indeed dark, unless there is an incentive;
All incentives are blind unless you have knowledge;
All knowledge is in vain unless there is a job;
Unless there is love, all work is meaningless;
When you work with love, you are connected with yourself, mankind and God.
What is a kind work?
Draw silk from your heart and weave it into cloth, as if your lover were coming to wear it.
Build a house enthusiastically, as if your lover wants to live in it.
Sow warmly and reap happily, as if your lover were coming to eat this product.
This is to fill everything you do with the breath of your own soul.
You know, all the sacred ancients are watching you from above.
I often hear you say that "people who show their soul image on wax stones are more cultured."
People are much more noble.
The person who catches the rainbow and paints pictures on the cloth is much better than the person who knits shoes. "
But I will say: not in my dream, but when I wake up at noon, the wind speaks to the big oak tree.
Grass speaks sweeter;
Only those who turn the wind into sweet songs with his love are great.
Work is love that the eyes can see.
If you are unhappy at work but hate it, you might as well quit your job and sit at the door of the hall and beg for those happiness.
Charity from people who work happily.
If you bake bread listlessly, the bread you bake is bitter and can only save half a person's hunger.
If you squeeze wine with resentment, your resentment will drop poison in the wine.
If you sing like an angel, but don't like singing, you plug people's ears that can hear the sounds of day and night.
Stop.
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On rationality and enthusiasm
Then the crown said: Please tell us something about rationality and enthusiasm.
He replied:
Your mind is often a battlefield, where your "reason and judgment" are at war with your "passion and desire".
I hope I can't be the mediator in your mind, so that I can turn your molecules from competition and discord into unity and harmony.
Heming.
But what can I do besides being a mediator myself and being a lover of all the elements in your hearts?
Your reason and enthusiasm are the rudder and sail of your sailing soul.
If your sail or rudder is damaged, you can only float, drift or stop in the sea.
Because reason rules alone, it is a power of imprisonment, and if enthusiasm is not careful, it is the flame of self-immolation.
Therefore, let your hearts raise reason to the highest point of enthusiasm and let it sing;
Let him guide your enthusiasm with reason, and let him live in the daily resurrection, just like chaos in his own ashes.
Shanggaoxiang.
I want you to treat judgment and lust as two good guests in your family.
Naturally, you can't salute a guest more than others; Because you care too much about any guest, you will lose the friendship and friendship between the two guests.
Loyalty.
On the mountain, when you sit under the shady poplar trees, enjoy the quiet and peaceful remote areas and Yuan Ye-you should let yours.
The heart says in silence: God is rational.
The heart says in silence: God is rational.
The hurricane came, the wind shook the trees, and lightning declared the majesty of the sky. -Fill your heart with awe.
God runs in passion.
Because you are a breath in God's atmosphere and a leaf in God's jungle, you should also rest with him in reason.
In the middle, run enthusiastically.
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On pain
Then a woman said, please tell us about the pain.
He said:
Your pain is the rupture of the skin that wraps knowledge.
Even the kernel has to be broken to expose it to the sun, so you must know the pain.
If you can make your heart praise the beauty of daily life forever, the beauty of your pain will not be less than your joy;
You have to bear the four seasons in your heart, just as you often bear the four seasons spent in the field.
You should spend the bleak winter in your heart quietly.
A lot of pain is your choice.
That's your inner healer, a bitter medicine to cure your disease.
So you should trust this doctor and take his medicine quietly and peacefully.
I thought his wrist was heavy and spicy, but it was led by an invisible gentle finger.
Although the medicine cup he brought will burn your lips, the Potter moistens it with his sacred tears.
Made of.
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On Self-knowledge
So a man said: Please tell us something about self-knowledge.
He replied:
In silence, your heart knows the mystery of day and night.
But your ears are eager to hear the voice of your inner knowledge.
You always know it in your head, and you wish you could know it from your language.
You want to touch your naked soul with your fingers.
It is good for you to do so.
The secret fountain in your heart must overflow and run to the sea to sing;
Your infinite treasure must be presented in your present moment.
But don't weigh your unknown treasure with scales;
Don't use rulers and sounding tapes to probe the depth of your knowledge.
Because the ego is an infinite ocean.
Don't say I found the truth, just say I found a truth.
Don't say I found the way to my soul. Just say, I met a soul and walked on my way.
Because the soul walks all the way.
The soul will not go only one way, nor will it grow like a reed.
The soul is like a lotus with thousands of petals, which opens itself.
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On professors
So a teacher said, please tell us about the professor.
He said:
No one can reveal anything to you except what lies half asleep in the Guang Xiao of your knowledge.
The teacher who walks among his disciples in the shadow of the temple teaches his loyalty, not his wisdom.
Faith and kindness.
If he is really wise, he will not command you to enter his wisdom hall, but will lead you to the door of your own heart.
An astronomer can tell you what he knows about space, but he can't give you what he knows.
A musician can sing you the rhyme full of space, but he can't give you ears to listen to the rhyme and ears corresponding to the rhyme.
Sound.
A man who is proficient in mathematics can tell the direction of weights and measures, but he can't guide you in that direction.
Because it is impossible for a person to lend his ideal wings to others.
Just as God has a different understanding of each of you, your views on God and the earth should also be negative.
Same.
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On marriage
Emilia added, Master, what about marriage?
He replied: You are made for each other and will always be a couple. When the white wings of death cut off your years, you
I also want to be one of them. Hey, even when you meditate on God, you should be one. But in your unity, there must be
Gap. Let the wind dance among you. Love each other, but don't make love chains: let him be in your soul.
In the middle of the sand bank, make a flowing sea. Fill each other's glasses, but don't sip in the same cup. Pass bread to each other,
But don't eat the same piece. Dancing and singing happily in one place, but still leaving each other, even the strings on the piano
Lonely, although they vibrate in the same tone.
Give your heart to each other, but don't keep them. Because only the hand of life can hold your hearts. ask
Stand together, but don't get too close: because the pillars in the temple are also separated on both sides, and oak trees and pine trees are not in each other.
Grow up in the shadow of.
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On beauty
So a poet said: Please tell us something about beauty.
He replied: Where do you pursue beauty? What can you do except that she opens the way for you and shows you the way?
Looking for her?
What can you say about her except that she made you up?
The aggrieved person said, "Beauty is kind and gentle, just like a young mother in her own light."
Rong Zhong walked among us, a little shy. "
Enthusiasts say, "No, beauty is an all-powerful and terrible thing." Like a storm, it shook the sky and the earth. "
Tired and miserable people say, "beauty is whispering in our hearts." We heard her voice.
In silence, it is like a faint light, trembling in the fear of shadows. "
The fidgety man said, "We heard her calling in the mountains. With her voice, there came the sound of animal hooves and wings.
Voice and lion roar. "
The night watchman said, "Beauty should rise from the East with Xiao Yi."
During their stay in Japan and China, workers and tourists said, "We once saw her leaning against the sunset window and looking down at the earth."
In winter, the snowman said, "She will come with spring and jump on the mountain."
On a hot summer day, the mower said, "We have seen her dancing with autumn leaves, and we have also seen things in her hair."
A pile of snow. "
These are all their talks about beauty.
In fact, you are not talking about her, but about your unmet needs.
Beauty is not a need, but a pleasure.
She is not a thirsty mouth, nor an outstretched empty hand.
But it is a burning heart and an intoxicated soul.
She is not an image you can see, not a song you can hear.
It is an image that you can see when you close your eyes, and a song that you can hear when you cover your ears.
She is not the juice in the bark under the plough mark, nor is she a bird tied between its claws.
She is a forever blooming garden and a group of angels flying forever.
People of Falisse, when life shows its holy face, beauty is life. But you are life,
You are a veil, too.
Beauty is eternal life. Look at yourself in the mirror.
But you are immortal and you are also a mirror.
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At the time of death
So Elmer said, "Now we are willing to ask death." .
He said, "You want to know the secret of death.
But how can you find it except in the center of life?
That night, the owl, blind during the day, could not reveal the mystery of light.
If you really want to see the dead soul, you should greatly expand your heart to the living body.
Because life and death are one thing, just like rivers and seas are one thing.
In the depths of your hopes and desires, there is your tacit understanding of the future;
Just as seeds dream under the snow, so do your hearts dream of spring. Believe in all dreams, because in dreams.
Hidden is the door of eternity.
Your fear of death is like a shepherd. When he stands in front of the king's throne and is caressed by the royal hand, he will tremble.
Trembling, isn't the shepherd glad that he has the king's handwriting on him?
But didn't he notice that he trembled more?
What is "death" except standing naked in the wind and melting in the sun?
In addition to liberating breath from endless tides, making it rise and expand, and seeking God without obstacles, it is "death".
What is this?
Only when you sip from the silent river can you really sing.
Only when you reach the top of the mountain can you start climbing.
Only when the earth demands your limbs can you really dance.
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be/go on a diet
An old man who runs a restaurant said, please tell us about diet.
He said: I hope you can live by the fragrance of the earth, just as "air plants" love sunshine.
Since we must kill for food and take breast milk from newborn animals to quench our thirst, let nature take its course.
God-fearing etiquette; Let your food be put on the altar, in the jungle, on the Lantern Festival, it is pure and flawless.
Sacrifice for more innocent people.
When you kill someone, you say to him in your heart, "Under the power of killing you, I will also be killed."
Was swallowed, too. The law that put you in my hands will also put me in the hands of greater people. you and I
Our blood is just a kind of juice that irrigates trees. "
When you chew an apple, you say to him in your heart, "Your seeds will grow in me, and so will your buds in the afterlife."
Germinate in my heart, your fragrance will become my breath, and we will be happy all year round. "
In autumn, when you pick grapes and wine in the orchard, you say to yourself, "I am also a vineyard, and so are my fruits."
I will pick the pressed wine like new wine, and I will be put in the cup of eternal life. "In winter, when you pour wine,
Your heart should sing for every glass of wine; Let that song be a song commemorating autumn, vineyards and pressing wine.