There is a saying in Juck Zhang's Nightmare Shadow in the Qing Dynasty: "Ju takes Yuan Ming as her confidant, Mei takes He Jing as her confidant and Zhu as her confidant." Facing the sea and the blue, I can't help thinking: Who is the bosom friend of the sea?
The sea is different from a big river. The river flows slowly, such as Lao Dan's "quiet and subtle, keeping mysterious and embracing one"; The sea has changed a lot, such as Zhuang Zhou's "Let the Cave Reach and Run". The sea is majestic, the sea is proud of the world, and the sea is quiet. In the face of such a sea, what I heard was Meng De's "Brave Martyrs in Their twilight years"; What I see is a white "solitary sail from the sun"; I think of Zi Shou's "Moon, which is now full on the sea, is the end of the world at this time". The sea shines with the light of literature in the course of history, and this light is not only dazzling in brightness, but also dazzling in color-because the sea is changeable. But when faced with this blue color, how can we only pay attention to its majesty, its arrogance and its tranquility? Don't Cao Cao's ambition, Li Bai's talent and Zhang Jiuling's quip deserve our attention? Are we sure that we will inherit them? The sea has become a bright spot in many images of classical literature, and its value is greater than its type. The ancients left us a splendid culture as profound as the sea. As descendants of a nation with a long history and rich traditions, our eyes should not only stay on the sea.
The energy of the sea is not only contained in China's classical literature, but also made great contributions to the art field of all mankind. When Monet painted a vibrant sunrise sea with his worship of nature and unique understanding of light, when Hemingway struggled with the surging ocean to death, when Beethoven wrote a shocking song of fate while listening to the surging tide in his heart ... When artists faced the sea, they not only saw the seawater, but also saw everything in the universe. What they hear is not only the sound of the waves, but also the ups and downs inside. They feel the sea and the human world with their unique hearts, so how can the artistic treasures they left to mankind be measured by seawater? Whether it is impressionism, the old man and the sea, or the symphony of destiny, these cultures, which were born in the sea and are broader and richer than the sea, are worth inheriting and carrying forward by all mankind.
Literature and art are particularly vivid in the infiltration of the sea, and I think of something more essential for human beings-that is, human nature. Perhaps Hugo's sentence "the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human heart is wider than the sky" is enough to explain the problem, but today, with the flood of modern technology, human nature seems to have returned to a height that needs to be discussed and examined. Someone once put forward the so-called "fish philosophy"-the survival of the fittest is the ability to go with the flow. But the sea has given us stronger and more admirable rocks. The reef was washed away by the sea, and I stood still. When the tide gradually recedes, you reveal your true self. Everyone's heart is a sea of Wang Yang. Being a fish or a reef is undoubtedly the choice of life philosophy.
In fact, the sea gives us far more than literary philosophy, or literary philosophy contains far more than the sea. However, in the face of the sea, Marquez's coldness, fuentes's majesty, Leif's mystery and Ke Tassar's delicacy all emerge, and we can hear the call from our ancestors and our true selves.
Article 2:
When I face nature,
Nature has given us freshness, new feelings and beautiful yearning. Birds fly freely in the vast sky. Bees just dance in the flowers and stay busy; Under the wind, flowers are like countless smiling faces; They kept dragging their bodies and enjoying the freshness brought by the wind. The sky is blue, white clouds are blossoming, and streams are gurgling, all of which constitute a wonderful picture.
The weather is sunny and sunny, and nature seems to have changed her clothes. Birds are still chirping in the Woods, and a breeze is coming. At this time, I will choose a lush green shade, take a favorite book and read it leisurely.
It's cloudy and cloudy. Although I can't see the sun and lose my vitality, birds fly in the sky from time to time, which cuts the loneliness of the sky. At this time, I will lie on a wide grass, stare at the sky quietly, and fall into a longing for the future.
It's raining heavily, and you may think: Oh, it's terrible to rain, and it's inconvenient to do anything. Yes! It's really inconvenient to do anything on rainy days. However, you won't feel lonely, because the sound of rain still accompanies your life. At this time, I like to get wet happily, leave all my troubles behind and dance freely.
It's very cold. If winter comes, it's not surprising that the temperature is cold. People around you are wearing thick clothes, rubbing their hands and sometimes getting angry. At this time, I will put on thick clothes and put my hands in my pockets. As I walk, I think: Maybe children in the north are already wearing big cotton-padded jackets and making snowmen happily. How happy I am!
There are charming colors everywhere in nature, and nature is like a gorgeous color.