Feeling of reading Shaxiang Yearbook 1 Interest and love are the premise of all research. Leopold wrote in his conclusion: "I can't imagine that without love, respect and praise for the land and a high understanding of its value, there can be an ethical relationship with the land." Everything we once had or now have is gone or disappearing. If we have no love for this land, then they will disappear quietly. On the contrary, we may be able to keep them in memory or even live in reality.
Leopold's knowledge of land ethics is not only obtained by observing land and its phenomena, but also tested by experience and practice after observation. This is exactly what Engels elaborated on natural science in "The World of God". The reason is the same.
"When we look for extreme fantasies, blind obedience and superstitions ... to those opponents who simply flatter experience and despise thinking very much, and in fact have reached the point of extreme lack of thinking, then we will not make any mistakes." Since the ancestor Francis Bacon wanted to rejuvenate, "God" has been entrusted with the mission of false love. Flod Russell Wallace, an outstanding zoologist and botanist, and william crookes, a British natural scientist who discovered thallium and invented the radiometer, all became followers of the "God", and even Newton in his later years buried himself in annotating the Revelation of John.
However, whether it is hypnosis, fairy photos or the arrival performance of Miss Fairy, these academic giants are caught in an endless cycle of trying to prove their correctness and recreate their empirical observation. Self-expansion also played a great role in confusing oneself. When the scam was exposed, "in Huxley's words, I think the only benefit that can be obtained by proving spiritualism is truth, which is to provide a new argument against suicide."
Whether the land is good or the gods are good, we need to think like mountains, think about the joy and sadness of the land and the truth and falsehood of the gods, so as not to be carried away by material things and lose our rationality because of mystery.
Thoughts on reading "Shaxiang Yearbook 2". It was not until I read Leopold's appendix "Unpublished Preface" that this book was written about "ethical and aesthetic issues of land" that I realized that "Shaxiang Yearbook" was not a prose yearbook of animals and plants. The dizzying names of animals and plants were endowed with feelings by the author, which made me feel the same. Like the author, I will be sad because the black-headed tit "65290" didn't appear in the winter of the sixth year, I will be excited because the trout bit the bait, and I will be sad because the 80-ring oak tree fell. ...
What the author brings me is not only the emotional fetters of animals and plants, but also the thinking about the urban environment and lifestyle we live in, which may be the understanding that I, a layman of life science, can achieve in land ethics and aesthetics.
After counting and comparing the first flowering time of wild plants in two extremely different areas in 10, Leopold concluded: "Obviously, the eyes of farmers in remote areas can appreciate twice as much as those of college students and entrepreneurs in the same period." The rise of a tall building may be a disaster for a factory in this city. However, we are trapped in urban life and have no leisure to stop and smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica in spring. How can we think about whether there is an unknown flower missing on the only way? The old traces of the city's loss still can't attract our attention. The land far from the countryside and the animals and plants on the land are constantly eroded by urbanization and will not enter our field of vision. Because we are addicted to "making land" to make money and are used to forgetting history, this is a symptom that "money" keeps up with the times. In the process of pursuing material richness and social status, college students and entrepreneurs have turned "life" into survival, while farmers in remote areas, hungry and naked, can also see the simple "life" of Nanshan under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking.
In the fishing overture, Leopold found the similarity between human beings and fish: "Be ready and eager to catch that new thing, no matter what it is, it was shaken off by some winds around you into the long river of time!" And how we regret our recklessness when we find that seemingly wonderful food contains a hook that fools you! "Anyone who can fish knows that there is only one trick to fishing: waiting. This kind of patience is not available to fish, because the lure of bait is like putting a piece of bread in front of a hungry person, so we play with them with higher IQ than other animals and plants. This self-righteous IQ has become our achilles heel. We cut down dense forests for building and decoration, but we have to wear masks to resist the counterattack of sandstorms; We extract unpolluted groundwater for life and production, but we must be alert to the "sinkhole" ... When our hungry high IQ faces the bread covered with cheese, we throw away the "only caution" and "a scene set for getting it, and there may be a rare opportunity" when fishing.
Everything we do is for our own safety, prosperity, comfort, longevity and peace. But "too much security seems to only produce long-term danger." The howling of wolves when they are hunted on the mountain is a triumph of villagers and sheep, but behind this screaming lies the prediction that the mountain will become "bare" in the next few years. Leopold said, "The revelation of this world lies in the wilderness. Probably, this is also the hidden connotation in Wolf Howl. It has been understood by the mountains, but it is rarely understood by humans. " Indeed, just as the author named a small chapter in his essays recalling Arizona and New Mexico as "thinking like a mountain", we lack simple observation and dialectical thinking like a mountain, lack investigation and foresight on the history and future of things, and lack wisdom like a mountain. Our goal is grand, our means are perfect, and the result is happy. When we are immersed in the joy of victory, a disaster that destroys the "peak" is sprouting in the howl with the historical mission.
Thoughts on reading the yearbook of Shaxiang 3 "I like a young North American poplar, because one day, it will grow old." This is a beautiful monologue from Leopold's works.
The Yearbook of Shaxiang records the interesting things that happened in the year when the author Leopold lived on a farm in Wisconsin (a farm that was drained of value by society and then mercilessly abandoned). It is an epic of nature. From January, when the ice and snow just melted, to December, when winter comes again; From the "good oak tree" recorded on the farm for hundreds of years to the bird 65290 that has experienced five snowstorms; Whether it's the swamps of Wisconsin or the endless mountains of New Mexico; Everyone plays his own play according to the script of nature, telling people one profound truth after another. But what impressed me the most was a short article, which was full of thoughts.
When I saw this topic, I couldn't understand why I should think like a mountain. There is no life in the mountains. How can I think? I kept reading, and then I was relieved.
This short chapter, only a few hundred words, tells a sad story. Where there are wolves in America, they are regarded as demons. Politicians hunt wolves for their position, while farmers hunt wolves for their farms. After the Great Leap Forward in the West, there were only a few wolves left, and they gradually disappeared under the encirclement and suppression of people. There is no trace of wolves in the wild, and the howl of wolves is never heard at night. As a result, deer multiply. After several years, all the leaves below the stirrup height in the forest have been eaten up, and the hungry deer can only chew the bark. Finally, the mountain lost its green color.
People kill wolves on purpose to protect their own interests. People try to conquer nature's claws and fangs with gunpowder and blades, and make nature yield to itself. Leopold wants to wake people up with articles, hoping that people can think like mountains and see long-term benefits, not just superficial things: the sweetness they can get when they hunt all the species that are harmful to them.
This is not only about protecting the environment, but also applies to everything. There are many such examples in ancient China. Mencius, whose name is Ke, is a Chinese word. It is said that his mother moved three times for him. When Mencius grew up, he lived up to his mother's trust and became a famous thinker in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is a typical example of long-term vision. Because of Meng Mu's foresight, Mencius developed a good habit of loving learning from an early age. Fang Zhongyong, praised by all the literati in the Song Dynasty, has a talent comparable to or even surpassing Mencius, but in the end it can only be ignored by everyone. This is caused by the different eyes of both parents. This shows how valuable it is to have a long-term vision!
After reading Sha Xiang Yearbook, I can't help feeling lucky: Leopold wrote down today's threats to the environment in his essays. There are still people in this world who are trying to save Mother Earth who gave birth to us and raised us. We can't let justice fight alone, but we must protect nature from now on.
Here I call on everyone to work hard for nature and look at everything on earth with a long-term rational view. Let's work together!
Thoughts on reading "Shaxiang 4 Yearbook" Now, it is very warm behind the driftwood, because the wind has gone away with the geese. I also want to fly away with the geese. If only I could become the wind. Wake up in spring, be free, be happy and wander.
I let the clouds fly, just like dancing in the air with Lisa Ono's songs. A group of big birds flew out of the clouds, flapping their wings and flying. Graceful figure swaying in the clouds, like a flag, up and down, everything attracts me. I played with them and flew far away. When the last cry of the goose disappears, the shadow of summer disappears. Autumn is always bad-tempered, whistling past with dust, or rustling leaves in the forest, and finally calming down like a mountain to think about life.
November is the season when trees fall. From a distance, I can hear the groans of pine trees. They are species that have evolved in nature for thousands of years and are an ancient life. I can't help wanting to help him. I bit the lumberjack's neck with all my strength. I was cold in winter, and he scratched a deep scar on the trunk of the pine tree, which was shocking. I drive the branches and leaves to sway, creating more storms. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, the lumberjack left with regret and gave up today's homework. Day after day, my ability is weakening a little. After guarding the pine forest for a winter, spring finally comes, but I will sleep here forever, waiting for the next wind to wake me up.
If I were the wind, I wouldn't regret it. Do not regret the love for nature and the yearning for green.
When I was a child, my hometown was a small mountain city surrounded by mountains. The mountains are green, and Jiangnan is also a wasteland. At night, there are stars and the river is green. I often travel, play with streams and enjoy the leisure and beauty of mountains and rivers. I brushed willows, splashed water and sang a beautiful rhyme. Gradually, the industry is more developed, people have embarked on a new road of social development, and the wasteland has been transformed into a high-rise building with a subtle majesty that is difficult to touch. I have no intention of singing and dancing again. Gone with the wind for a long time, I changed from a pure evening breeze to a foul smell. I will no longer play in the Woods, I will ruin the reputation of the stream, I will bring smoke to the green trees, and everything has changed.
If I am still windy, I won't regret it. Seeing that green is still there, mountains and rivers are still there, and nature is still there, this is my soul.
Reflections on Reading the Yearbook of Shaxiang 5 Recently, I read the book "The Yearbook of Shaxiang" under the recommendation of my teacher. This book is divided into three parts.
The first part mainly talks about what the author and his family saw and heard in the cabin on the mountain at the weekend.
The second part tells the episode in the author's life-some painful stories because of disagreement with his former colleagues.
The third part is the author's ecological view, which analyzes and criticizes that modern people have lost their respect and love for the land. Throughout the book, I can read Leopold's love for nature and awaken people's lost land.
I am fascinated by every natural picture described by the author, although it only exists on paper. I like The Oak written by the author best. He has a hard shell and an impenetrable body. He is a warrior on the grassland. I also like unknown tubers. Compared with other better and bigger flowers, tubers are content with barren sand and weak sunshine. They just silently embellish the spring. Of course, all these were discovered by Leopold's eyes.
Close the books, where should we go to find this natural and primitive environment? Often, our eyes are not beautiful rivers and mountains, but overlapping exhaust gas and smog; What we smell is not faint flowers, but waste gas. What we hear is not the song of birds, but the cold sound of the machine running. With the continuous development of science and technology, while enjoying nature, people are ruthlessly destroying the natural environment that provides us with living conditions, making our original harmonious natural environment gradually riddled with holes. Isn't it? In fact, many disasters are caused by human wanton destruction.
When we complain about the injustice of nature, can we think about how much it has to do with you? People living in big cities have gradually forgotten the importance of nature, thinking that everything should be owned by human beings, and greedily asking for it, but not only not returning it, but also making it unrecognizable.
"Shaxiang Yearbook" tells us: "Man is only a part of the earth, not the master of it." Nature does not belong to human beings, and human beings are only a part of nature. If one day you lose this lovely and beautiful home, you can't live, and even if you regret it at that time, it's futile. When we constantly satisfy our desire to conquer nature, pain will follow, because there is nothing to look forward to. Think about it, what a sad scene it would be!
It's not too late to change. Let's take action to protect this beautiful and lovely home! Watching swans is more important than watching TV. Seeing Chinese Pulsatilla blossom is as inalienable as freedom and equality!
Like Thoreau, Leopold was an enthusiastic observer, a keen thinker and a literary master with profound attainments. Not only that, he is also a scientist and environmentalist with international prestige, and he has made great achievements in formulating national policies and establishing two new majors in the 20th century in the United States-forestry and wildlife management. During his lifetime (1887- 1948), he published three books and about 500 articles, most of which were related to science and technology. Those philosophical articles in Shaxiang Yearbook are the crystallization of his observation, experience and thinking all his life. They are particularly attractive to professional scientists and resource managers, as well as ordinary citizens who admire nature and appreciate beautiful literature.
On the surface, this book is simple. At first, it was a series of reviews of different scenes of an abandoned Shaxiang farm in a year 12 months. Leopold and his family had personally explored the restoration of ecological integrity. Then, it further states Leopold's experience on resource protectionism in other parts of the United States. Finally, the book ends with several articles about the relationship between man and environment, aesthetics and ethical thinking. Land Ethics is his most representative article. It connects the problems mentioned in the last article by imagining that the land is an isomorphic body composed of interdependent parts-people are just ordinary members and citizens in the isomorphic body.
Aldo leopold (1887- 1948), a famous American theorist, scientist, environmentalist, pioneer of environmental protection, father of wildlife protection, and "father of wildlife management in the United States", is known as "prophet of America" and "enthusiastic observer, keen thinker and accomplished literary master". Leopold has been engaged in forestry and prey management for a long time. The Yearbook of Shaxiang is his most famous work. This is a collection of essays and philosophical essays, which is the crystallization of his observation, experience and thinking all his life. Land ethics is the most representative.
"People often take it for granted that wild animals are like breezes and sunrises and sunsets, and they will die until they slowly disappear in front of us. The problem we are facing now is whether to spend money on natural, wild and free creatures for a high-quality life. We humans are only a small part of the whole biological world, so it is more important to have a chance to really see the wild geese in nature than to watch them on TV. The opportunity to find a Chinese Pulsatilla is as sacred as our right to speak. " Aldo Leopold
Aldo leopold was born in Burlington, Iowa on June1887+1October1. His father is an excellent mahogany furniture manufacturer; Grandfather is a German, well-educated gardener. He grew up in a luxurious mansion overlooking the Mississippi River. Because the house is built on a cliff on the bank of the river, coming down from the cliff and crossing the railway tracks is the wide Mississippi River, which is the only place on the mainland where 1/4 wild ducks and geese migrate once a year, so the floodplain here is a growing natural wildlife paradise in aldo leopold.
Aldo's brother Frederick said, "When I was a child, aldo seldom spoke, but he was a clever student. He has read many books and knows what animals live on and what natural enemies they have. He is so keen on outdoor life that he seems to have inherited it from his father. "
On the morning of late autumn, aldo Jr. and his father put on high boots under the dim kerosene lamp and went all the way down the mountain to the railway station. They had some fried pork beans and baked apples for breakfast. Then I crossed the Mississippi River by train and came to a swamp, where I waited for the call of wild ducks in the muskrat house. If it is not in the season when wild ducks appear, they will search everywhere in the swamp, explore mink caves and see what they are eating. Before the federal government issued a law prohibiting hunting in animal breeding season, aldo's father decided that it was wrong to do so, so he didn't hunt in winter, and his spirit was inherited by aldo.
Thoughts on Reading the Yearbook of Shaxiang 7 Before reading the Yearbook of Shaxiang, I happened to watch a movie called Citizen of the Earth, which described how humans set industrial standards for using animals, feed and slaughter these creatures who are also citizens of the earth, and use them to do scientific experiments. The film is full of bloody and tragic scenes. What impresses me about the narrow living environment, dying cries and charred skin of animals is not its cruelty, because cruelty is not uncommon in the video world, but my own ignorance of these things: I can only trace the source of meat on the table back to its shape in the supermarket. I still remember the surprise and excitement of seeing pigs in the countryside for the first time when I was in the fourth grade of primary school. As for killing pigs, only when I was sketching in a village in Anhui Province in college, I heard its wailing death from a distance. For me, it is just a symbol in the media. We are so far away from our food that I almost think that meat and moving creatures are two things in the same sense, and they are only connected by some legendary connection.
"Shaxiang Yearbook" wrote: If people don't have their own farms, there will be two kinds of mental dangers. One is that breakfast comes from the grocery store, and the other is that heat comes from the stove.
There is no doubt that I have been in deep danger, and now this danger does not even come from grocery stores and stoves, because these two things are rare. Food comes from dining tables and canteens, and heat comes from air conditioning and heating. We are obsessed with industry to supply our needs, but we forget what supply industry is.
But does the comfort brought by industry make people's lives more comfortable? Is this life that only knows what to eat on the plate, this life that is completely isolated from nature, happier than the life with wild animals in another forest?
It is difficult for me to give a definite answer. The world depicted in the Yearbook of Shaxiang is in sharp contrast with the world depicted in Citizen of the Earth. In the first and second parts of the book, the author describes his observation of nature with his own perspective and beautiful brushwork; In these words, every word is full of peace and happiness. These pleasures are refreshing and make me excited. The essence of this happiness is curiosity about the unknown. We don't need to know what it is, just look at it quietly. It is because of this ignorance that happiness will be more special and great. When observation brings knowledge and laws, when knowledge comes from scratch and falls from the inside out, it is far better than the knowledge that has to be memorized.
However, a strange fact is that we are not marching on this happier road. It seems that angels and demons live in people's hearts at the same time. While loving nature, they are more willing to conquer nature. With the arrival of conquest and satisfaction, there is a greater emptiness. When people realize all their dreams, it is precisely the most painful time, because there is nothing to look forward to. This is probably why, although we don't know where this ever-upward world will go, we still unswervingly surpass ourselves.