The Noble Soul of Michelangelo's Poetry

Dove's pain comes from the pain of illness and has to "seek shelter in sadness and forbearance". When he wrote to Wegele, he said: I lead a miserable life. For two years, I avoided all communication because I couldn't talk to people. I am deaf. If I am doing other jobs, maybe it is ok; But in my work, it was a terrible experience. What will my enemies say? Their number is considerable! ..... when people speak softly, I can hardly hear something. I can hardly stand the pain when people shout loudly ... I often curse my life ... Plutarch taught me to be patient. I am willing to challenge my destiny, as long as possible; But sometimes, I am God's most pitiful creation ... forbearance! What a pathetic refuge! But this is my only way out! "God added another kind of pain to Beethoven's physical pain. This passionate man was abandoned by love: "Maybe his violent, morbid and hateful temperament made his lover suffer invisibly, and he also felt desperate"; He wrote in his notes: "As soon as I saw this wonderful creation, my mood flooded, but she is not here, not with me!" "The wound is deeply engraved on his head. He said to himself, "Poor Beethoven, there is no happiness like you in this world. You can only find your friends in an ideal world. " An unfortunate man, caused by poverty, disability, loneliness and pain, created joy for the world instead of joy for him! He used suffering to shape happiness, as if explained by that grandiloquence, which can sum up his life and become the motto of all heroes: "Joy gained with pain." Michelangelo's pain comes from his contradictory soul: he is neither disabled nor poor. He comes from a noble family, a noble family in Florence. He received a good education from an early age and has a high cultural accomplishment and artistic foundation. However, his motherland was devastated, foreign enemies invaded, people were enslaved, and his hard work was destroyed again and again by war. He is very rich, and every time he finishes a work, he will get a large reward, but he lives like a pauper, eating only bread and drinking only a few hours' sleep every day. He lived an amazing life, longed for love all his life, and wrote a lot of fiery and pure sonnets, but he was unmarried and lonely all his life. His family never gave him any warmth, and always squeezed his money again and again, using his reputation to show off everywhere, but his deep-rooted family concept and the idea of glorifying his ancestors made him generous; He is arrogant. He insisted on his own independent viewpoint in art and even fell out with the Pope, but he was weak and ridiculous. He always chooses to compromise and surrender at critical moments, and makes all kinds of absurd actions that are inconsistent with his reputation. His artistic talent is amazing and ambitious, and he has created amazing masterpieces such as David, Slave and Moses, but he still has to work hard for the Pope. The task was not completed yet, and a new task was urging him, so the greatest work he planned was abandoned halfway. He has been overworked all his life, and at the same time he has to endure inner condemnation for those unfinished works; In his later years, he became the last master of art in the Renaissance. People respect him like they respect God. No one dares to challenge his authority, but he is more and more pious and nervous before God. "He is very lonely. -He hates people and is hated by others. He does, but nobody loves him. People respect and fear him. Finally, he aroused people's religious reverence. He is ahead of his time. So, he calmed down a little. He looks at people from above, and people look at him from below. He is always single. He never rests, and he can't taste the gentleness that even the meanest person can enjoy. He has never slept in another person's gentle arms for a minute in his life. He has never been loved by a woman. In this desert-like world, only Victoria Colona's friendship has ever shone with pure and cold stars. It was dark around, and only his fiery thoughts-his desires and crazy dreams-flew by. Beethoven had never experienced such a dark night. Because this night is in Michelangelo's heart. Beethoven's grief and indignation is the fault of society, but he was born happy and longed for happiness. Michelangelo is melancholy and frightening, which makes people instinctively avoid him. He created a blank around himself. " The situation in lev tolstoy is completely different. He comes from a well-known family, enjoys a superior position and is well-fed and well-fed. He is healthy, happily married and has a loving wife and children. His literary talent is very high, and every work has received rave reviews. He is a towering literary peak. He not only showed readers a broad picture of modern Russian history, but also wrote a wonderful book about the soul of the Russian nation. He created vivid characters, each of which made people nod and say, "Yes, Russians are like this." In a word, he is a man who seems to have everything, but his pain is just born from this. He is kind by nature and compassionate to others. He was shocked by the tragic situation of the urban poor, felt pain about the poverty of farmers, felt guilty about his material wealth and affluence, and felt distressed that he could not bear to get rid of the shackles of his family and live an ascetic life ... In short, his spirit of fraternity made him unable to bear the suffering of others. He longs for a harmonious world and prosperous people. He hopes that all people can live a happy and peaceful life. In order to realize his ideal, he first changed his living condition and let himself live and work with farmers. He carried out reforms in his own manor, liberated serfs and distributed land to tenant farmers. He preached "religion of love", advocated "no violence against violence" and even suggested that "the enemy hits you in the left face and sticks out the right face". In his later years, his thoughts even intensified, and he even planned to. Roman Roland said: Life is harsh. For those who are uneasy about mediocrity, life is an endless struggle, often without honor or happiness, and it is a sad struggle silently in loneliness. This is probably the best explanation for Tolstoy's behavior.