Ji Bolun (1883 ~ 193 1) is a Lebanese poet, essayist and painter. Born in Bushri, a mountain city in northern Lebanon. /kloc-When she was 0/2 years old, she went to Boston with her mother. Two years later, I returned to my motherland and studied Arabic, French and painting at Hikma School in Beirut. While studying, I founded Truth magazine with a radical attitude. 1908 published the novel Rebellious Soul, which angered the authorities. The work was forbidden to burn, I was fired and went to America. After that, he went to the Paris Art Institute to study painting and sculpture, and was awarded by Rodin .. 19 1 1 to return to Boston, and moved to new york permanently the following year to engage in literary and artistic creation activities until his death.
When Ji Bolun was young, he mainly wrote novels. After he settled in America, he gradually turned to writing prose poems. His novels are almost all written in Arabic, including short story collection Bride of the Grassland (1905), Rebellious Soul and novel Broken Wings (19 1 1). Broken Wings describes the tragic fate of oriental women and their struggle against fate, denounces greed, fraud and submission, and praises self-esteem, will and strength. His novels win with the protagonist's philosophical monologue, dialogue and narration, especially the passionate conversation between the oppressed and the injured. His other works published in Arabic include Short Chapters of Music (1905), Tears and Laughter (19 13), The Tempest (1920) and Hymn of Rank (/kloc-0). His first work written in English was a collection of essays, Crazy People (19 18). Since then, Lu Ji has published a collection of prose poems: Pioneer (1920), Prophet (1923), Shamo (1926), Son of Man Jesus (1928) and The Prophet. The Prophet is regarded as his masterpiece. In the form of parting words from wise men, the author discusses a series of life and social problems, such as love and beauty, life and death, marriage and family, work and happiness, law and freedom, reason and enthusiasm, good and evil, religion and so on. It is full of metaphors and philosophies, with oriental colors. Ji Bolun also drew his own illustrations, full of romantic feelings and profound meanings.
Ji Bolun believes that the poet's duty is to sing "the song in the mother's heart". Most of his works take "love" and "beauty" as themes, and express deep feelings and lofty ideals through bold imagination and symbolism. His thoughts are deeply influenced by Nietzsche's philosophy. His works often reveal a cynical attitude, or show some mysterious power. He was the first writer who used prose poems in the history of modern Arabic literature. He organized and led the famous overseas Arab literature group "Pen Club" and made great contributions to the development of Arab new literature. His works have been translated into many languages in the world and are welcomed by readers all over the world. His works were first introduced to China by The Prophet (translated by Bing Xin, 193 1). Since 1950s, his other works have gradually become known to readers in China.
Happy song
Gibran
I love my lover deeply. I long for him, and he is infatuated with me. However, how unfortunate! There is a third party in this love, which makes me suffer and makes him suffer. The domineering opponent named "material" followed us and never left; She is like a poisonous snake, trying to break us up.
I looked for my lover in the wild, by the lake and among the trees, but I couldn't find him. Because the material has fascinated his mind, he was taken into the city and went to the place where he was intoxicated and ran amok.
I looked for him in the palace of knowledge and wisdom, but I couldn't find him, because the material-that vulgar woman had led him into the castle of individualism and made him fall into the quagmire of debauchery.
I looked for him in the contented night, but I couldn't find him, because my rival in love had locked him in a greedy cave, which made him unable to fill the demand.
At dawn, the morning glow was golden. I called him, but he didn't hear me, because the nostalgia for the past made it difficult for him to sleep. At night, everything is silent. When Fang Qun was asleep, I played with him, but he ignored me, because the longing for the future occupied his whole mood.
My lover loves me and pursues me in his works, but he can only find me in the works of the creator. He wants to associate with me in the splendid building built with the bones of the weak, in the golden hill and silver pile; But I can only meet him on the emotional river bank, in the humble hut built by the creator. He wants to kiss me in front of tyrants and executioners; I only let him kiss my lips quietly in pure filaments. He tried his best to find the media to fix us up, but the matchmaker I hired was an honest and selfless job-a beautiful job.
My lover learned to make a hullabaloo about from my rival in love-material, make a hullabaloo about; But I will teach him to shed soothing tears from his heart and sigh for self-reliance and Excellence. My lover belongs to me and I belong to him.
Legends of waves and reefs
People like the beautiful sea view. Looking at the scattered islands and reefs and sparkling waves, have you ever known that there is a magnificent legend about rocks and waves?
In ancient times, there were no rocks, waves or even seabirds in the sea. The coastal people have good weather every year and live a life of peace and contentment.
From that year on, hydra jumped into the sea, but in ten and a half months, a fisherman's girl will be taken away. I was so flustered that I never dared to go fishing in the sea again. It hasn't rained for years, and the fishermen are starving.
There is a beautiful girl named Lang in the village. She is clever, brave and kind. She heard that there is a bridge leading to the sea in the distance. One end of the bridge leads directly to the Crystal Palace under the sea, and the other end is on Suyue Mountain. There lived an old man with white hair on the mountain. He was able to subdue demons and catch monsters, so the waves went through hardships and found Suyue Mountain. However, the mountain protection around Suyue Mountain blocked her way. There are no boats or bridges on the river, and the waves are crying anxiously. Her crying was earth-shattering A young man named Reef came. When he heard that the waves were going to kill people, he really admired them, so he jumped into the river, let the waves fall on his back and sent her across the river. When leaving, the reef said, "Sister, go, I'll wait for you here."
Grandpa with white beard on Suyue Mountain saw the waves saving the fishermen, his face was haggard and bruised all over. He was moved to take out a shiny silver hairpin from the bottom of the sea and said to her, "Hydra is an old monster with extraordinary martial arts." Seventeen eight-foot long knives were locked by Prince Nezha at the foot of the Imperial Kiln. Later, he broke the chain and fled to the sea, defeated the Dragon King and occupied the Dragon Palace. Every night, I ask the arrested civilians to help him clean his wounds. If I don't wash them, I will feel uncomfortable. This hydra, only the head in the middle, is his real head. Only by sticking a silver hairpin into this man's ear can he die. "
Grandpa White Beard took out a long pipe, and let the waves sit in the pipe pot and say "long". Like wind and fire, the pipe rod stretched out to the bottom of the sea. After a while, the waves broke into the Crystal Palace. Hydra is drinking for fun. When he saw the little devils come in with a beautiful spray girl, he asked her to sing for him and clean his wounds.
In the second half of the third night, the waves saw that Hydra was asleep, so they pulled out the demon-cutting hairpin from their sleeves and stabbed it in the middle of the head and ears. Who knows, hydra sideways, wielding a knife to cut the demon, stabbed into the first liu er. Hydra "howled", jumped up, opened his mouth and swallowed the spray girl alive.
After waiting for a few days, the reef didn't see the spray girl coming back, so it overcame all kinds of dangers and climbed Suyue Mountain to worship Grandpa White Beard. He said, "Grandpa, even if I am beaten to pieces, I will avenge the waves! Save the fisherman! "
Grandpa White Beard saw that the reef was so sincere, so he took out a demon-cutting sword from the bottom of the sea and said, "This sword must be used like this." I saw the old man put his hands together, ten fingers were as soft as dough, twisted into one finger, inserted his fingers into the hilt and said "long". The sword grew to eight feet, said "shrink" and then shrank to eight inches. He looked at the reef with majestic eyes and said, "Whoever holds a sword will break his fingers 18!" " "
The reef took the sword, cut off nine fingers without hesitation, cut each finger into two pieces and threw it into the sea. Eighteen small islands immediately grew on the sea.
Grandpa White Beard urged the reef: "If you want to fight Hydra, you must lead him to the island to reduce his prestige and increase your courage, and then you can break his knife." Every time you cut a knife, you will be exhausted, and you must change an island to recover. Every time you cut off two cuts, he loses a head. "
Under the old man's command, the reef sat on the "bridge into the sea"-a long-stemmed hookah, and broke into the Crystal Palace to look for Hydra. Hydra Yunu is still alive. When he saw the reef dare to beg for a beating, he immediately jumped out of the Crystal Palace screaming and chased the reef. The hydra's knife stab and the reef's demon-cutting sword come one after another, flying up and down, sparks bursting, earth-shattering straight to the sand, and the sky was dark; Straight to the sea and muddy water, the vegetation is screaming; I played until the sun was covered, the moon was covered, and I cried ... Strangely enough, every time I cut off two hydra knives, he lost his head, lost his strength and vented his strength. After playing for eight days and nights, Hydra only had one head left and stabbed him with a knife. At this time, the reef has dried up. He thought of the girl in the waves, the suffering of the fishermen, and the fire of revenge burned in his heart, so he used up all his strength and waved the sword to cut the demon and stabbed Hydra. When the earth shook, there was a long whistle, and Jiutou Shekou vomited a string of white blisters and threw the last knife into the sea. The sea suddenly churned up, the knife ran sideways and flew left and right, and the reef could not resist, and the body was cut into several sections.
Hydra was beaten to death, leaving only one head, dragging his disabled body, escaped from the sea and hid in an ancient cave in the mountains. He was in a coma for months before he woke up and never dared to make trouble again. Until today, his offspring snakes have to go into the sting for several months every year to recharge their batteries before they can come back to life.
The reef was cut into pieces by the nine thorns of Hydra, and large pieces became islands and small pieces became reefs. Since then, there have been islands and reefs at sea.
Hydra spit out the string of white blisters, it is spray woman's small body. It was sprayed from the sea.
The sound of the waves is endless, and it is spray sister who cries and sings day and night. Crowds of birds, hearing the songs of the waves, flew to the sea and shouted day and night, "Drive away the devil!" " Demon removal! "Since then, seabirds have appeared in the sea.
The dragon king was saved. He thanked the waves and rocks for saving his life, so he tirelessly sowed rain and let the fishermen live a good life again. The dragon king was not at ease and made a ban: from now on, snakes are not allowed to cross the sea! So far, fishermen have a rule: no snakes on board!
Dad stood by the sea, thinking of his daughter day and night. In order to prevent fish and shrimp from hurting her body, he pulled weeds and wild vegetables from the mountain and threw them into the sea. Since then, seaweed and seaweed have appeared in the sea.
The waves hit the rocks, and the rocks clung to the waves, thus forming an indissoluble bond. Get along day and night, year after year, generation after generation, and stay together forever.
Wisdom hummed in the vicissitudes of life
-Read Ji Bolun's The Prophet.
Yang jianchang
After the ancient times when ideological civilization was highly brilliant, modernity became mediocre in a sense. Except for discovering facts and demonstrating distributability, the rest are like morning stars. However, in the chaos at the end of 19 and the beginning of the 20th century, there is still a shining star guiding us, and that is the Prophet by Lebanese writer Ji Bolun.
He is worthy of being a prophet. In nearly 30 articles, he told us the meaning of life as a wise spokesman. In an equal dialogue, he is telling his feelings gained by life, which is faint and sad, but also reaps the fruits of life. On the other hand, Tagore's Gitanjali is like the joyful words of innocent children, but it is also very similar.
Unlike some articles that have gone through the wind without trace, the prophet is not showing off, but humming the vicissitudes of life with wisdom. The evaluation that a stone stirs up a thousand waves is absolutely worthy of the name. Just like when he talked about friendship, he just said that friendship needs to be sown with love and cultivated with gratitude. It seems normal, but only if you keep listening to your friend's heart will your friend share his joys and sorrows with you, and your heart will shine for his sobriety. The articles in the prophet are very short, but in humming, those faint words are like the keys in your heart, knocking on your heart until you completely open your heart and overflow the songs in your heart.
Reading "The Prophet" is suitable for being alone in the quiet night, just like listening to beyond's "Broad Sky", which is a kind of loneliness that cannot be dismissed. Nobody pays attention to you, and nobody argues with you. If there is a third party to define, it is the self in the heart. In the dialogue with your heart, feel life constantly and analyze yourself. Perhaps there is a gentle breeze blowing, and you will feel that you are trapped in an alternative space: a prophet is not suitable for discussion, and the exchange of reading experience may be suitable for classic works, but your inner feelings depend on your own repeated singing, just like humming "Broad Sky" in your heart. Mood is actually very important for reading, especially for prophets. If a book doesn't need high emotions, I find it hard to believe that it will be a good book. After all, a really good book will pluck the deepest strings of one's soul-when the mood matches it.
The Prophet may be a beach in Wang Yang. When you walk along the beach, look at the sea. At that time, the high tide and low tide may inadvertently erase the veil covering your heart and wisdom, so there is another prophet on the earth.
dream
Gibran
In the field, on the bank of a clear stream, I saw a birdcage, which was carefully woven by craftsmen. There is a dead bird in one corner of the cage, a small pot in the other corner, where the water has already been drained, and a small pot where the rice has already been eaten.
I stood there in silence. I listened attentively, as if there were beautiful words in the voices of dead birds and caves, enlightening my conscience and inquiring my heart. I examined it carefully, so I knew that although the bird was by the stream, it was dying because of thirst; Although the bird is in the field, the cradle of life, it struggles with death because of hunger. Like a rich man, locked in a vault and starved to death in a pile of money.
After a while, I saw the cage suddenly turned into a transparent human figure, the dead horse turned into a human heart, and there was a deep wound on the heart, from which deep red blood dripped, and the wound looked like a sad woman's lips.
Then, I heard the words from the wound accompanied by blood drops: "I am a human heart, a prisoner of matter, and a victim of worldly laws." In the beautiful fields, next to the source of life, I was locked in the cage of laws and regulations formulated by people for poets; In the cradle of virtue, in the hands of love, I died in obscurity. Because I am forbidden to enjoy the fruits of virtue and love. Everything I yearn for is shameful according to the secular point of view; Everything I pursue, judged by people's prejudice, is contemptible.
"I am a human heart, and I am imprisoned in the darkness of secular prejudice, thus becoming weak; I am bound by the chains of fantasy and dying; I was abandoned in the corner of the maze of civilization and died silently. People are silent, turn a blind eye, and stand by and just smile and laugh.
I heard these words and saw that they came from a broken heart, along with blood drops. After that, I saw nothing and heard nothing.