Reading literary works opens a window and reading life opens a door.
I don't know when reading came into my life. I only know that it has become an indispensable part of my life. Whenever the sun sets, I always like to wash my body and soul, turn on the desk lamp, and then turn a page on the balcony devoutly. Flowers bloom in front of the court, but the world of reading is always wonderful.
I believe that writers write with feelings and hearts, and they show us a living foreign land. Every time I read that "the yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken loulan is not returned", a desert of sunset rises in front of Ran Ran; Every time I read "cherry is red, banana is green", I see a different mist. When I fell asleep reading Walden, I became the protagonist in the book; When reading How Steel was Tempered, I always cried with tears in my eyes ... Reading stopped time, connected space, and most importantly connected the eyes and hearts of the author and readers.
"Two sentences in three years, one song and two tears", such sincerity, let me have unlimited love, respect and respect for reading.
However, on this day, everything changed.
I saw markets, dirty streets, rude butchers and truant children. There are no flowery words, but the child with his palm facing upstream has been deeply imprinted in my heart. This is Shen Congwen's "I read a big book while reading a small book". The tone is so plain and natural that it seems to lead me that way. Am I reading a book? No, I'm walking.
That year, I was awakened by my obsession with philosophy, psychology and the Bible. Abstraction is far away from me, and I see my barren thoughts. I thought of Haizi, and I thought of his phrase "from tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables" hidden in the instant noodle room. I think reading these years is too easy and rich, just like looking at flowers through the window and clumsily imagining other people's dreams. This kind of reading is too cheap, so it is meaningless. After years of accumulation, it is still a dead letter. I may still have a long way to go in reading.
So, I began to make up my mind to keep a diary. Write down ordinary details in life. Walking into the muddy market, I saw with my own eyes how the butcher spread the change on the pork, how the chicken vendor blew the chicken's ass, and how the pedestrians spit in the mud to let the car pass. That night, Cong Wen and I read books together. I feel like an immature child.
Yes, literature originates from life, and literary works teach us to understand life and return to a solid land. When my hand was walking upstream of the diary, I thought I really came to a door. Here, I read and write, which is the beginning of reading.
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Did you come along the way?
From birth to toddler, there is only pure happiness in my world, and confusion lies ahead. Until I met you and read you, your rich spiritual world suddenly lit up in front of me. You taught me what is ideal and what is pursuit. On my passionate ideal road, I have you all the way.
You taught me the passion to pursue my ideal. After reading Liu Xiang's autobiography, I was shocked by the myth of "Asian speed" engraved on Mount Olympus by his burning passion on the blue Aegean Sea. On the green lake in Lemmon, he sat on the chronograph of 12.88 seconds. His screaming in the sky made my blood boil. "I was born to fly", how magnificent and heroic! These things are constantly injected into my heart through reading, and I deeply feel that the future is in my hands. I read jonathan livingston seagull, and I finally understood that "perfection is not 65,438+0,000 miles per hour, nor is it 65,438+0,000 miles per hour. Numbers are limited, but perfection is infinite. " The passion in the book overflowed into my heart, and I clearly heard the call ahead, and I wanted to fly!
You taught me the courage to pursue my ideals. Reading Biography of Qu Yuan and Biography of Li Sao, I read my majestic personality that can win glory with the sun and the moon. Reading the poem of Zhimo, I read that a lame horse marched into the darkness just to find the romance of a star. Reading Sun Tzu's Art of War and The Analects of Confucius, I vividly saw an amiable image of an elderly person who "knows what he can't do". Reading sent me a heavy question: What made Qu Yuan pursue his good politics unremittingly in Gossip? What makes Zhimo cling to beauty, freedom and love in the midst of war? In that era when the ceremony collapsed and the music was broken, what made Confucius run around eager for "self-denial"? I finally understand that some things can't be measured by a utilitarian ruler, and the pure romantic pursuit of ideals that "know what you can't do" is great and sacred. Their lives are tortured by tragedy, but they are never sad! So, I began to "wander to a greener place with a long wormwood, load a boat with splendor, and sing songs in splendor" just because you were there along the way.
You taught me the eternal hope of pursuing my ideal. Reading Scream and Wandering, Mr. Lu Xun told me that "hope is attached to existence, and there is hope; Hope is light. " After reading The Myth of Sisyphus, Mr. Camus told me that if Sisyphus's every step is supported by hope, where is his tragedy? I finally realized that the road ahead is beyond our estimation, but at this moment I am firmly stepping on the earth, and this is hope! Just like Wang Guozhen shouted, "Since you have chosen a distant place, you only care about hardships"; Just as Han Dongjian believes that "the other side of the mountain is the sea", I also believe that I can create a wonderful life in the inevitability I can grasp.
I never stop, I never give up, "the future is beautiful, go!" " "You shouted at me on the side of the road. I am fearless, just because I have you all the way.
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Gain truth, goodness and beauty in reading.
In the quiet afternoon, I poured a cup of tea, holding my beloved book and reading it carefully in the shadow of the sun. That afternoon, the fragrant tea and pottery intoxicated my heart, and I seemed to wander in the sky and see the characters in the book. They taught me what is true, good and beautiful.
In the process of reading novels, I struggled to find the real shadow. In Medicine, Hua Laoshuan holds a bloody steamed bun and a cold small suppository in his arms. In the misty eyes, Lu Xun shouted: feudal society stifled human nature, if you want me to be true, go to the new society to find it! In Xiangzi on Camel, Xiangzi is still pulling his rickshaw in the scorching sun, but he is no longer that kind and simple Xiangzi, and his numbness and degeneration have killed his soul. Lao She told me: I really left long ago! I looked up and found that the truth was still there. He is on Bing Xin's little orange lamp, in Shen Congwen's border town, and in the arduous journey of autumn rain. People are still pursuing the realm of truth with their hearts. "Truth" shines in our hearts like a washed pearl.
In the process of reading fairy tales, I am struggling to find the shadow of kindness. In The Daughter of the Sea, the mermaid is willing to sacrifice herself for the happiness of the prince and become a fragile bubble in the morning light. I burst into tears after reading it, for this beautiful love and for the kindness of the mermaid. In The Little Prince, the little prince with soft blond hair walks across the boundless desert and says to me, "Please help me draw a sheep." Silver smile and sad expression always remind me not to refuse everyone who needs help. Your help will moisten a desperate heart like dew.
In the process of reading poetry, I am struggling to find the shadow of beauty. "Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the other side of the water, and the mist in the book of songs flows back to my dry eyes; "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen", and the sunset in "Catch the traffic jam" covered me with shallow sunshine, and I saw warm light; "Weicheng is a dusty and rainy city, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." The fresh earthy smell in "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" came to my face, which made me feel the loveliness of spring. Poetry gently beats my heart, taking me to the long-lost nature and touching another kind of truth and beauty.
Reading with a watery mind, I finally felt the existence of beauty, goodness and truth. They poured down like nature, which made me gain another mood in the afternoon of reading, between the lingering fragrance.