Famous Classical Philosophical Prose Chapter 1: Life
Every living person seems to have a life. Most people have never thought of what life is, and even "life" does not Think of it often. What I'm talking about is leaving one's own life to examine one's own life. Very few living people do that, because doing so is either a philosopher or a fool. "Philosophers" are not the human nature of living things. They are too far away from the nature of living things. The scarcity of them reflects the ingenuity and majesty of nature. Because nature needs humans to be inseparable from animals in order to propagate seeds. Although there are joys and sorrows, they mostly come from the small gains and losses in life, and we can also hope to get compensation and adjustments from the small gains and losses. If a person pursues abstract ideas, even if he does not violate nature, he will inevitably ignore nature. His ideas will hurt himself and disrupt society. Because when pursuing the "meaning" of life, it inevitably conflicts with all customary orders. Under the same circumstances, this person's brain and hands can use each other, or he may become a thinker or artist, and his brain and behavior can use each other, or he may become a revolutionary. If they cannot use each other, it will cause division. For this person Just become crazy. In fact, when philosophers or madmen violate biological principles and deny the natural order, they turn their brains to abstract thinking, which has exactly the same meaning.
I'm going crazy. Go crazy with abstraction. I saw some symbols, a shape, a thread, a silent music, a poetry without words. I saw the most complete form of life, all of which existed well in the abstract, but disappeared in front of the reality.
Who can use green bamboo as a bow and arrow, shoot it into the cloud sky, and never fall down? My imagination is like a long arrow, shooting towards the cloud sky, and never returning. The long arrow is aimed at the vast blue, bright and quiet void.
If a wise person makes good use of his wisdom, he can read a short text from the cloud sky, in which there are sighs and silences, colors and fragrances, love and resentment. No one's name. No year. No story. Nothing...but the content is very beautiful. The void is silent, but there is music in the reader's soul. The void is bright blue, but the reader's soul is bright and clean.
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Chapter 2 of Classical Philosophical Prose by Famous Masters: Yueyang Tower
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County. In the next year, the government was well-connected and people were harmonious, and everything was restored. Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, its old structure was added, and poems and poems by Tang Xian and modern people were engraved on it. It belongs to me to write down to record it.
I watched my husband Baling Shengzhi at a lake in Dongting. It holds the distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and endless river; the morning light and evening clouds create a myriad of phenomena. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which has been described by predecessors. However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the South Pole. Many foreigners and poets gather here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same?
If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, and the turbid waves are emptying. "The sun and stars are hidden, and the mountains are invisible; business travel is not possible, and the rafts are toppled and destroyed; the dusk is dim, and the tigers are roaring and the apes are crying." Climbing the tower, there are those who are nostalgic for their country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, their eyes are full of desolation, and they feel extremely sad.
As if spring and the scenery are bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue; sand gulls gather in the sky, and the golden scales swim; the shore is covered with orchids, lush and green. Or when the long smoke clears, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, the floating light jumps like gold, the silent shadows sink into the jade, and fishermen answer each other's songs, what a joy it is! Climbing the tower, one feels relaxed and happy, forgetting favors and disgrace, drinking wine in the wind, and one is overjoyed.
Sigh! I have tried to follow the heart of the benevolent people of ancient times, but why are they different from the two? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people; if you live in the rivers and lakes If you are far away, you will worry about your king. It means that you are worried when you advance, and you are also worried when you retreat. But when will we be happy? It must be said, "Be worried about the worries of the world first, and be happy when the world is happy later"? Hey! Weisi people, who am I to return?
It was September 10th, the sixth year of the year. Five days.