6 years ago, he participated in the poetry movement of Jiapaerna Spayshak and became one of the representatives of the school. Iparnas sent Shaq, composed of some highly repetitive poets who advertised "Art for Art's sake", is a symbolic pioneer camp. This throws the poet's view in art that he should proceed from reality, be calm, objective and directly express the suppression of personal feelings.
In 1865, Suli Prudhomme published his first poetry country, "A Section of Collection and Rhyme Poetry", which emerged and caused serious poetry. Since then, his poems "Loneliness" (1869) and "futile tenderness" (1875) are masterpieces with strong lyrical flavor. They mainly describe lonely feelings, romantic love and full of melancholy feelings. However, the appreciation of more intellectuals is two philosophical poems "Justice" (1878) and "Selected Poems of Happiness" (1888). The collection of poems focuses on the conflict between people's consciousness and modern society, with didactic elements and is more obscure. In addition, he also wrote poems "Test" (1866), "Impression of War" (187), "France" (1874), "Prism" (1886), "The Last Word of Poetry" (191) and prose works "Prose" (1883) and "Investigation of Poetry". From 19 to 191, he edited and published "Poems of Suli Prudhomme."
Suri Prudhomme's poems are good at the secrets of human mind calculation, subtle feelings and experiences. In the analysis, whether it is inspired poetry or poetry philosophy, it leaves a deep impression on readers. Because of his creative achievements, in 1881, he was elected as the French Academy of Sciences. In 191, he was awarded with "special recognition for his poetry, which is a lofty ideal, perfect art and rare soul and experience wisdom" by the first Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences in Nobel Prize in Literature. -Compared with the "Loneliness and Meditation" of Douban.com
publicizing the ideal "Broken Bottle"
, French perfume and Puluduomu are famous and popular, and the breadth of his work is much less.
However, the old Swedish Academy of Sciences who made a fuss, but very carefully, was the first French citizen who was awarded an uncle's potato. His award-winning comment is: "Know his poems because they reveal lofty ideals, perfect artistic skills, and a rare combination of two hearts and wisdom." This opinion, there is no doubt that his sculpture can not become a "god", standing at the entrance of the 2th century, with the erosion of his charming bird "broken bottle", flaunting the brilliance of idealism.
The first lucky son of Puluduomu's world literature in the 2th century, his wealth comes from his idealism and perfect artistic pursuit. In the late 19th century, the classicism and romanticism of French literature had shown its weakness, but as a kind of nutrition, it moistened Puluduomu and made him grow sturdily in the soil of "Barnabas Spazak".
"Barnard's Peak" is an aestheticism poem popular in France at the end of 19th century. The poet's poem "Really Beautiful" is advertised? And exquisite and excellent.
The broken bottle in Puluduomu's early poems vividly shows his artistic talent. In this respect, he has become the backbone of Barnabas Spazak, so he can't wait for his bird's broken bottle to pour out loneliness, war impression, France, prose and the last few words of the poem.
These works are permeated with his dense great grief and suspicion and mental thirst, in order to appeal for justice and ideals.
Idealized things, in the final analysis, are the spirit of literary orthodoxy, religion and social moral order, which can inspire people's optimism. The formation of Puluduomu's literature is inextricably linked with his life activities.
Puluduomu was born in 1839 in a wealthy family in Paris, and his father was a system engineer. In his childhood, Puluduomu was smart and intelligent. He was admitted to the University of China Trade. As an engineer, he followed in his father's footsteps. However, he always felt that he was out of place and studied law one year after he changed his profession, such as a lawyer. Here, he started literature, just like Columbus discovered the New World. They saw the dawn ahead of time, and since then, his lawyer has resigned, specializing in literature and theoretical research.
From his activities, we can see that his reality is pregnant and cultivated, so he also spent his life trying to describe the spring in reality.
Puluduomu's brilliant talent has brought him a wide range of gains. He is not only a great achievement in poetry, but also a great progress in philosophy, so he only expresses his philosophical thoughts with poems unique to his language. This method has made great changes in his later poems, mainly in clearer thinking and the integration of scientific ideas into this poem. Therefore, he won the title of "Poet of Philosophy, Science and Experience".
This is Puluduomu as a well-deserved Nobel Prize winner in economics. -From Zheng Wan Li's blog
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The first Nobel Prize in Literature winner: Armand. Suli-Puluduomu
a [French] Armand. Suli Data-Puluduomu(1939-7) was the first poet to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. When Sweden announced that it had won Nobel Prize in Literature's literature Puluduomu in late October, 191, the world public opinion was in an uproar, because although the poet's poems won the championship in France for a certain period of time, his names from all over the world were, after all, very strange. He studied natural science first and was an engineer. Study law, later works, and become a lawyer proficient in law. Later, his interest turned to literature. His reputation is a self-published collection of poems, which is widely read in France.
Award-winning poem (selected 1)
[ Eyes] Sky blue, dark green and beautiful eyes,
Everything is so beautiful, overlooking the dawn
Deep place, they sleep in their graves,
When the sun is still rising.
Countless eyes are watching,
The night is softer than the day;
Stars shine forever,
and eyes are full of darkness.
oh! They lost their way?
no, no, no!
the invisible man facing the party, where he turned around.
People are left,
Stars are still hanging in the vast night sky;
gradually droop and close their eyes,
but they don't.
sky blue, dark green beautiful eyes,
everything is so beautiful, opening endless dawn;
on the other side,
have a bird's eye view again.
Swan Lake is as calm as a mirror,
Swan glides quietly across the double webbed.
fluff on both sides,
like snow melting in the sun, like silver.
huge white wings, fluttering in the breeze,
use it as a slow drifting boat to navigate.
long neck with lofty beauty,
sometimes diving into the lake,
sometimes typing in the water.
Like a curved curve,
an elegant relief,
Darkmouth is hidden in a bright neck.
135 swam across the dark edge with the melancholy, sad and quiet pine trees.
The lush grass is backward,
Just like the black hair behind the ripples.
Listen to it in the cave, the poet's feelings,
That spring cry has lost its friends forever.
Love all swans and linger,
Give up its superior willow quietly and brush your shoulders.
Secondly, from the dark forest,
the head is blue.
To celebrate its advocate of white,
choose between bright suns.
until the shore of the lake sank, a hazy,
all dark silhouette, dark ghost.
There is only one sunset on the horizon, and
Typha and Cymbidium only shake their heads.
Rain frogs play music, and in the quiet air, in the moonlight
a little fluorescent.
"Swan Lake" sleeps in the dark,
The lake is reflected with glorious late frost and purple;
like a diamond in a 1,-point silver cup,
the head is hidden under the wing, between sleeping heaven and earth.
[ broken bottle]
, cracked after being knocked down,
the bottle flowers are wilting
the fan vase.
the blow is just a gentle touch,
silence is silent.
But this tiny wound, the transparent crystal of
grows and wears.
the process of damaging the firm,
slowly spread to the vase of the whole body.
Drops of clear water overflow, and
Bottle flowers are languishing.
No one realized,
Now, the bottle has been broken. Don't touch it.
When a lover's hand brushes his heart,
it often causes pain.
So they don't mind their own cracks.
The flowers of love fade away.
In the eyes of the world, the soul is as good as before,
The heart wound has deepened and expanded.
Please let this man cry now.
The heart has been broken. Don't touch it.
tenderness [April]
In April, I'm afraid
sultry tenderness will cause uproar,
liking me will upset you, BR /> But I just sing to you.
December is chilly in the cold wind,
the sky is gray and foggy,
there are few gentle children,
it seems to be more tolerant of vanity.
Empty all melancholy things at this time, so as not to make children feel sad;
The sky is empty, the mountains are open,
There is only a vast sky and a vast heart.
There can be a blue sky,
the heart child becomes open and stretched,
even the pain is infinite,
to meet the blue sunny day.
How many blue sky always smiles at it,
attracts overlooking the earth,
but in non-simulated flight,
will be all necessary because it brings.
This simple and quiet happiness,
from everything in the universe,
suppresses its initial sadness and
increases the rich rose fragrance.
In the gloom,
The warm awakening of the past is burning,
When it is flooded with enthusiasm,
But it has tasted the pain of the past.
I'm afraid that in April,
the sultry and gentle commotion caused
people like me, which will upset you,
but I will only praise you.
[Dream]
Dreams have only a short time,
Accepting ordinary happiness without taste,
The fantasy like a sea blue soap bubble, and the mouth blows straw as a child.
Blow soap bubbles and start to swell, bigger and thinner.
A breeze moves around and shakes,
The living space that it yearns for, the straw it leaves behind,
flies and flies, and, alas, proudly rises to the sky.
just start, and when you fall to the ground, there is nothing else
to bend.
A faint smoke, a wisp of fragrance, can stop it.
If mustard catches it, it can also slow down the soaring.
also suspended in mid-air, and it crossed the clouds,
roaming the world along the vast space!
From heaven on earth. Now,
Yo, the first stop.
Very proud and cheerful,
The daughter whose space is more clever than the spiritual space,
Whether she will slide down and float in the space can be snooped,
Therefore, her thinness depends on full trust.
is a roll of bright mirror,
everything can shine in their moment.
No matter the roses around the distant mountains,
The infinite whole world reflects the present.
The sun shines in flames,
1, points, 1, points, beautifully wrapped in gold foam,
sparkling with neon lights,
like a huge diamond gem.
However, as long as there is a fly flying around it to play,
or the dust flowing through the space,
it will explode and become small and wandering, and the world used to be brilliant!
The dream is only a short moment,
Accepting the ordinary happiness without taste,
Dreaming like a sea blue soap bubble,
If a child blows a straw.
[Inspiration]
When we write poems,
we often have to follow certain impressions, and
we suddenly wake up to the back and forth memory, showing blurred photos.
Our dreams are being fated,
We all have to obey the arrangement of poetry.
I am eager to watch the rosebud blossom.
I am under the illusion that what I see is a smile.
A rose rose in the heart willing to attack,
a faint fragrance, which encouraged people to wake up and launch, and caused some love
in the past,
I pushed it down, and my rights lamented.
It turns out that the water is gurgling under my feet.
The proposed ripples are colorful.
It sounds like wonderful sound world music.
I remember the wailing songs that followed.
Let the wind blow away trees and dry leaves.
I am so worried about the confusion of races regardless of national boundaries.
I didn't expect this gust to be swept away.
Tomorrow, I will think of our strange world.
Let the blue sky go,
The space I want to explore is bottomless,
I want to stir my wings to fly in the sky,
I have a dream, and the dream connects and escapes.
My muse imitates the world.
This is only an accidental opportunity to reflect
inexhaustible inspiration.
Unfortunately, I have never had poetic art to match it.