Quietly giving up, giving up a favorite but undestined friend; giving up a certain feeling of investment but no gain; giving up a certain spiritual expectation; giving up a certain thought. At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent you from starting over, listening to the music again in the new time and space, and telling the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and giving up, it is full of detached spirit, so it is sad and beautiful! There was a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared. Then I understood: What we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have; what we have is not necessarily what we really have in mind! In fact, many times in life you need to consciously give up! There are too many beautiful things in the world. We have been yearning for and pursuing the beauty we do not have. Busy in order to obtain. In fact, what you really need can often be understood only after many years of experience, and you may even spend your whole life without knowing where it will end! And for the good things we already have, we have a sense of anxiety and worry because of the experience of often gaining and losing them. The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy, because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may be gaining it again. In fact, we cannot have absolute certainty about everything. If you deliberately pursue and possess, it will be difficult to get rid of the misunderstanding of worrying about gains and losses. Therefore, life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit. People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! "I didn't come to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you! If I can be with you, I will be grateful for this world. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, But I still won’t lose my love and gratitude for this world. I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet and part with you, to complete a poem created by God!” Life has given us endless sorrow and also given us eternal answers. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment! No matter how the worldly life changes, no matter what personal choice is, no matter how heavy the thing in our hands is, we are brave even though we are escaping, and we are happy even though we are sad! We are walking towards the depths of life as usual, we are gradually giving up and becoming firmer as usual! Here are some beautiful philosophical essays to recommend to you: "Embrace winter. Autumn has gone and winter has begun. Are you afraid of winter? When the cold comes, are you willing to bow your head?" Do you still miss the warmth of spring? Do you still miss the beauty of summer? Do you still miss the bleakness of autumn? Facing the roaring wind, do you sigh and reluctantly accept it? Be like a ghost in Pu Songling's works, let go of fame and fortune, let go of love and hatred, embrace winter, and overcome difficulties hand in hand with will. A temple abbot once said this when giving a lecture: The only way to go up is to let go. The journey of life is difficult and unpredictable, short and hasty. How can we enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lvtu Land while carrying our baggage? How can we realize our soul’s deepest desires? A few words can explain life to the sky. Then why don't we do what the host said: gently release your hands, put down the umbrella that protects you from the wind and rain, open your arms, raise your face, and greet the storm with a smile. No matter how much you are reluctant to give up... But letting go does not mean giving up. Letting go is for better progress. Let go of temptation and give up possessions. Your steps will become light and your mind will become broad. When dusk covers the fields and fills the sky, there is no moonlight or stars, are you still disappointed in your heart? If so, don’t worry, just open your heart to the wilderness and watch the night go... When the dawn breaks through the night, you successfully embrace the winter and embrace the depth of your heart that has never been explored before. Sadness, pain. At this time, you can store it permanently on the highest mountain in your memory... Winter has passed, can spring be far behind? I am very important (Bi Shumin) When I say the words "I am very important" , a shiver ran through the back of his neck. I know that this is putting my forehead under the bow and arrow, and my heart is easily hurt by other people's criticism. For many years, no one dared to say that he was "important" in broad daylight. The education we have received since childhood is -----"I am not important". As an ordinary soldier, I am not important compared with the glorious victory. As a weak individual, I am not important compared with the strong collective. As a dedicated woman, I am not important compared to the entire family. As a member of human beings everywhere, we are not important compared with precious materials. We - to put it simply, every single "I" - are important or not? I am made up of the essence of countless stars, sun, moon, vegetation, mountains and rivers. As long as we calculate how much grain we eat and how much water we drink in our lifetime to condense into this beautiful body, we will definitely be surprised by the huge number. On weekdays, we still have to cherish a grain of rice and a leaf of vegetables. How can we take the spirit of all living things nourished by billions of grains of rice and billions of drops of nectar? When I saw Beijing in the museum When I saw the ape-man's narrow forehead and convex kiss, I was dejected by the roughness of the primitive period of human beings. The stone tools they crafted with great care look like very simple toys to today's eyes.
Now that very young children can master language, we realize how far humans have come on the road to evolution. Our heads are a piece of history, and the traces of countless ancestors’ progress are stored deep in our minds. We are the latest green leaves to sprout on the trunk of a billion-year-old tree. We not only belong to ourselves, but also to the land. The fire of the human spirit is an endless chain. As a delicate link, if we deny our own importance, we are shirking a sacred commitment. Looking back at the process of our birth, the chimera of two sets of prenatal genes is full of chance that humans cannot grasp. Each one of us is a product of opportunity. I often think that if it were another man and another woman, I would never be who I am today... Even if this man and this woman fell in love another time, I would never be who I am now... It is this man and this woman at this moment, because of the interruption of a small fallen leaf or the crisp cry of a bird, there may still be no me like this... An imagination that makes people feel sad and even go into fear, like fog. The feeling of kindness inevitably rises slowly, blurring our origin and destination, forcing people to stop thinking abruptly. Our lives sit at the top of the pyramid of probability. In the face of the miraculous creations of nature, do we still have the right and qualification to say that I am not important? For our parents, we will always be unique and unrepeatable. No matter how many children they have, we are all unique. If I don't exist, they will leave only a piece of love, floating in the wind like spider threads. If I get sick, their hearts will shrink into stones, and they will pray to God countless times for my recovery, and even hope that the pain will come to them ten times more intensely in exchange for my peace. Every drop of my success is like passing through a magnifying glass, entering their pupils and capturing their hearts. If we leave before them, their white hair will hang from sunrise to sunset, and their tears will swell the Pacific Ocean. Faced with this unbearable family affection, do we still dare to say that I am not important? Our memories are closely intertwined with our partners, like two colors mixed on a plate, which can no longer be separated. You were originally yellow, and I was originally blue. Our most common color is green, which is so vibrant and green. A man who has lost his wife lacks the ribs in his chest that are the key to life and death. His atrium is throbbing, and blood drips with every breeze. A woman who has lost her husband is like a zither string that has been cut and broken, each one singing to itself for a long time in the rainy night... Facing the comrades who help each other, can we have the heart to say that I am not important? To our children, we are the supreme and supreme one. We are their original universe, we are the unfathomable ocean. If we hide away, our children will never lose the unparalleled love of blood. The sky will tilt to the northwest, the earth will sink to the southeast, and there will be no recovery. Broken plates can stick together, but broken childhood can never be restored. The wound was bleeding, and there was no mother's hand to bandage it. Faced with a choice, there is no father's wisdom to guide him... Facing future generations, do we have the courage to say that I am not important? When getting along with friends, many years of acquaintance enable us to make friends with just a slight frown or a twitch of eyelashes. I can understand the other person's mood. If I am no longer there, it will be like the computer losing a file that has not been copied, leaving an unfillable black hole in his memory bank. In the dead of night, after pressing a few phone key codes, my fingers suddenly stopped. There was no need to recite the string of numbers silently anymore. During holidays, she wrote stacks of greeting cards. When it was my turn to address, she closed her eyes... After a long time, she filled out a greeting card with no address but only name, and burned it in the wind where no one was. Close friends who have known each other for many years are like ancient pottery in the desert. If one piece is broken, one piece will be lost, and the exact same finished product will never be found again. In the face of such friendship, are we still embarrassed to say that I am not important? I am important. I am the indispensable master of my work and career. My original ideas soar in the sky like a flock of doves, and only I can catch their feathers. My ideas are scattered on the beach like pearls, waiting for me to string them together with golden thread. My will stretches forward, until the distance where the horizon disappears... No one can replace me, just like I can't replace others. I am important. I whispered to myself. I am not used to announcing this statement loudly. We have lived in unimportance for too long. I am important. I repeated it. The sound amplified a bit. I heard my heart beating violently at this call. I am important. I finally announced this loudly to the world. After a while, I heard echoes from the mountains and rivers. Yes, I am important. Each of us should have the courage to say this. Our status may be humble and our status may be small, but this does not mean that we are unimportant. "Importance is not a synonym for greatness, it is the soul's commitment to life." For a newborn sapling, every leaf is important; for a gestating embryo, every chromosome fragment is important. Even a space shuttle flying around the world can explode in the air because of a leakage of an oil seal rubber ring. Can you say it is not important? People often judge whether we are important from the perspective of career success. But I want to say that as long as we work hard at all times and strive for the light, we are living an extremely important life. Let us hold our heads high and declare loudly to the countless creatures on our beautiful planet----------I am important.
Recommend Lin Qingxuan's essays Andersen's Glorious Thorny Road and Balzac's Death in the Orchard I Have a Dream Appreciation of Kahlil Gibran's Suite "Song of Waves" This is a lyrical work that borrows objects, and it is also one of Kahlil Gibran's famous prose poems. one. After reading "Song of Waves", through the images of waves and coast, we can't help but think of the poet himself and his passionate and painful love for his motherland. Anyone who is familiar with the poet knows that his motherland - Lebanon, which was under the rule of feudalism and colonialism - did not give him much. As far back as his boyhood, in order to survive, he and his family had to leave their hometown and travel thousands of miles to the United States to survive. Later, the poet who was determined to serve his country was exiled for "no reason". In my own country, I don't even have a place to stand, so I have to live in a foreign country for a long time and live in a foreign land. However, this separation from his homeland caused by poverty and the sins of the ruling class not only failed to dilute his longing for the motherland, but also cooled his passionate innocence. On the contrary, he loved more deeply and thought more deeply. In addition to organizing Arab writers living abroad to fight for the independence and freedom and democracy of the motherland, he often expressed his deep attachment to the motherland in his poems. love affair. "Song of Waves" is a representative work of this type of poetry. With the help of the passionate love images of waves and coast, he expresses his unswerving loyalty and passionate heart to the motherland. The image of waves in the poem is extremely touching. She is passionately in love with her lover, and her love is deep and passionate. At dawn, she vowed to be faithful to her lover; in the evening, she sang a prayer for love. When the tide rises, she is passionate and embraces her lover tightly; when the tide recedes, she is unable to leave him and falls at his lover's feet with attachment. Faced with her sincere and passionate love, Hai Hai was extremely grateful. He kissed her and tolerated her "willfulness". But the "cliff" connected to the coast did not sympathize with her or understand her. No matter how she flattered, smiled, or poured out her heart to him, she always pretended to be deaf and mute and ignored him. His attitude made Hailang feel sad and distressed. In the silent night, everything on earth was sleeping soundly in the arms of the God of Sleep, but she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep peacefully. However, her love affair has not diminished, nor has her belief in love been shaken. She is determined to "spend the years like this" as long as she "has a breath left". Show boundless loyalty. The attitude of the waves towards love is also a reflection of the poet's deep love for the motherland. In addition to having human characteristics and being able to express the poet's emotions well, waves also have the characteristics of waves. Such as her "willfulness", her inability to calm her mind, her emotional changes in the morning and dusk, her inconsistent behavior when the tide rises and falls, etc. All conform to the characteristics of waves. This also shows that this anthropomorphic image was created very successfully, showing the poet's outstanding artistic talent. Everything in nature described by Kahlil Gibran seems to be a shadow of the poet, a prop, imbued with his breath and beating his poetic heart. In his literary world, everything seems to converge and swirl in a huge chorus, praising life, nature, and love, and life, nature, and love seem to be just differences in the same magnificent process of the universe. Expressions, different names, in order to confirm a final harmony - this kind of thought always feels familiar to us because it is purely oriental. Different from the real world, in this prose poem, the poet gives the wave the image of a romantic flower. It first appears as the lover of the "coast". In the first four stanzas, the image of a female in love is laid out. , inseparable from the lover in the rhythm of the recurring tide. Next, this feminine image blended into a deeper metaphorical meaning, and it became the guardian of the human world - "The night is quiet, everything is sleeping in sleep, but I am awake all night", in the starry sky, mermaids, rocks and In the picture composed of lovers, it emits an eternal scream, "sometimes singing, sometimes sighing", and the singing of the waves is also the sighing of the waves. Therefore, we can understand the connotation of the love of the waves in the poem, which is not only the love for the coast, but also the broader love for all things in the world. This broad love shines with the brilliance of motherhood—— "The true meaning of love is to be awake." Because I love this world, even if "staying up all night makes me feel haggard," I must protect this world, its harmony, and its beauty. Here, we see the image of the poet himself. The poet should be the guardian of all the beautiful values ??in the world. Just as it is written at the end of the poem: "This is my life; this is my life's work." Here, The image of the waves has transformed into the poet's own firm voice. The poet's hometown is located at the eastern end of the Mediterranean Sea. This may be the reason why the image of the ocean is so familiar in his prose poems. The dreamlike picture of the sea lapping the shore alone in the dead of night, singing like a sigh, must be the origin of this prose poem, and this is just thinking about the sea on the map, and It cannot be written by someone who has never lingered for a long time at the seaside. <
In most of this prose poem, the image of rain is that of a devotee and messenger, which nourishes all things and also connects distant things ("The Messenger of Love"). What is worth noting is the flexible use of personification techniques in the poem: on the one hand, the personification of rain, starting from the third stanza "I cry", which evokes a series of related images - flowers, grass, clouds and fields, etc. - are personified accordingly. On the one hand, the image of rain is also changing from time to time, or the personification angle is different, or it is subtly converted from personification to objectification, for example, in the sixth section, "I rise from the lake, borrowing "Soaring and marching on the wings of the ether" seems to have acquired the image of a bird. In addition, in addition to the concrete objects in nature, some abstract things are often personified, such as in the second section "The Daughter of the Morning" 's morning, as well as the death in the fifth stanza "the silent arms of death", can be said to be applied to the invisible. The sense of space in the article is still broad and vast, with everything from heaven and earth to thunder and lightning, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. However, due to the extensive use of anthropomorphic means, the world in the article has become a "human realm". However, it is not until the appearance of "Glass on the Window" and "Sensitive Heart" in the seventh stanza that the human world is truly introduced. It turns out that all things have animism only because of the existence of people, or to be more precise, because of the existence of spiritual people. With their gaze, all things can show their human mood. With their listening, the raindrops knocking Percussion constitutes a kind of music. It is also because of the existence of people that rain has acquired a new identity as a messenger - in the gurgling rain, our sensitive hearts are often led to touch those memories and dreams that are usually far away from us, a profound meaning. The spiritual world. In nature, rain means a cycle, just as love means a cycle in the human world. It nourishes life, transfers the energy of life, and makes it endless. The world in Gibran's prose poems is always in motion. Sighs, tears and smiles are just aspects of the movement process of the human world, and nature is a moving mirror of the human world. In "Song of Beauty", the poet regards beauty as God and truth. She is all-encompassing and ubiquitous, and her power is also very magical. She can dominate life and death, make you gain love and inspiration, make people smart and beautiful, purify people's souls, and make society sublime. At the same time, she can also "race through the storm" and destroy everything. The poet here is not deducing philosophical propositions, but using artistic prose poetry form and beautiful language to vividly explain the role and meaning of beauty. In Gibran's early philosophy of life, beauty had a strong mystical flavor. For example, he believed that "beauty is a majestic and terrifying force" and a "divine power". "Only in beauty can there be truth." "Only in beauty can there be light", "Beauty can make your soul return to its true nature and return to nature - that is the origin of your life", etc. In "Song of Beauty", there are also elements of this mysticism, such as "I (that is, "True") am creation, and the vicissitudes of the world are arranged by me; I am God, and I am the master of life and death." Beauty has become a transcendent thing, a god who dominates all living things. In Gibran's later philosophy of life, beauty began to gradually lose its mystical color and emphasize the importance of people's own practice of "beauty". As he said: "You pursue beauty everywhere. How can you find her unless she makes your own path and guides you?" Here he emphasizes that you must "find" yourself, and also says: "Beauty is Gaze at the eternity of your own reflection in the mirror. But you are eternity, and you are also the mirror. "Beauty is in the heart of the lover, and truth is in the arms of the cultivator." "There are only two elements in the world, beauty and truth." Not everything, besides beauty, there is also truth in the world. Beauty is not ethereal, it is realistic, practical, created, and is in people's own hands. However, the "beauty" in "Song of Beauty" has not yet entered the realm of his later period. The greatest feature of the prose poem "Song of Beauty" is that the poet uses abundant passion, uses numerous metaphors from life, and popularizes many classic allusions into stories, interpreting a very abstract idea (beauty) The specific image is fascinating and triggers people's deep thinking about philosophy. Coupled with novel images and symbols, as well as the use of a series of parallel sentences, it seems to be completed in one go. The writing is gorgeous, smooth and musical, showing a strong subjective color. This is not only the artistic feature of the prose poem "Song of Beauty", but also the artistic feature of all Gibran's prose poems, which is called "Gibran style". Gibran created a large number of prose poems, with rich content and various styles, including narrative, lyrical, argumentative, story, allegorical, dramatic, simple dialogue, epistolary, line poetry, long, short, and small poems. , mottos, etc., are available in various postures. He left a very precious legacy for the world's treasure house of prose poetry.
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