I learned a lot from the story of the seven sages. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't felt casual for a long time. This feeling of typing freely with your fingers on the keyboard has not been seen for a long time.
I believe that the original intention of many authors is to express their feelings, which is also my original intention. My first works are all emotional, blindly following my own ideas and typing on the keyboard with my fingers. Recently, I have written a lot of papers in school, and I feel that I have forgotten the pleasure brought by my original free creation.
I haven't been motivated to write for some time, partly because all my articles on history and humanities belong to knowledge output. When the pace of knowledge input can't keep up with this output, the pace of writing naturally slows down.
But casual articles don't need much knowledge input. It just needs you to express it boldly. Sometimes I find that some writers' articles are not so regular, or even so organized and logical. They just need to feel and express their desire.
I was curious for a while: why can I write a good article but not a good poem? Now I suddenly understand that writing a good article requires you to be logical and organized, but you don't necessarily need to feel. But poetry is different. You can't write a good poem without true feelings.
I haven't felt casual for a long time because I haven't had mood swings for a long time. Descartes said, I think, therefore I am. What I want to say is that when I feel my emotions, I find my existence.
I just found out now how important emotion is to a writer: some people are very logical and thoughtful, but they can't be a good writer. Because writers need rich emotions and strong desire to express.
I have an instant reaction to why some writers can become writers: writers' world is often a bit lonely and closed, and their emotions need an outlet. But not everyone is lucky enough to find someone who knows himself. Perhaps whenever writers can't find the right person to talk to, their emotions will be revealed in their works and become words.
Writing these words is not only a way for them to express their feelings, but also an outlet for them. Whether they are happy or sad, they are the source of inspiration.
So sometimes I can't write anything because I have experienced too few things and my mood swings are too small. Life that is too dull will not inspire you.
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I have published many articles, most of which are about others. Looking back, it's time to talk about myself.
I have encountered some things recently, although it is not a big deal, but because I am a very entangled person, I have not slept well for several days.
I had a long talk with my parents tonight, which caused a lot of thinking.
The core topic of our discussion is how to choose between obeying the rules and listening to your heart.
My mother's answer is that at any time, it is most important to respect the true feelings inside.
My dad's opinion is very different.
He said: "Comfortable is not an adult, but an adult is uncomfortable."
In the adult world, many things are involuntary.
My dad also said: "If you want to choose between right and comfortable, then the adult world should be 90% right, 10% comfortable."
In other words, adults have to do the "right" thing most of the time and can only indulge themselves occasionally.
This passage reminds me a lot. Because I feel that I have been choosing between "being right" and "being myself". I feel that I have been wronged that I am doing the "right" thing, but I have not done myself well.
I think I have been trying to live "correctly" all these years, but this is not the life I want.
In fact, what is right? There is no correct standard answer.
People's so-called correctness generally refers to things that conform to public expectations, morality and rules.
But often what is "right" is extremely untrue, and what you do is not yourself.
There has always been an extremely contradictory point in my heart. I want to live "correctly", but I prefer real life.
What's more, what is "right" to live?
But then again, it is much easier to live "correctly" than to live truly.
There is a pressure in this society that forces everyone to live extremely "correctly", but few people can live extremely truly.
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People will always wear fake masks for various reasons in their lives. It seems that you can constantly "change your face" and show your different side on different occasions, but in the end, you find that no one is really yourself.
In that case, why not tear off these masks and express yourself boldly?
But it's ridiculous to say that I am the one wearing the mask. Even sometimes, I can't tell which is the mask and which is the real me.
Look, how ridiculous. However, how many people, like me, can't tell which is the mask and which is themselves?
Isn't this a tragedy of our own making?
My dad was right. In the adult world, 90% are correct and follow the rules.
The situation of letting go of oneself can only appear in young people.
When we grow up and become more mature, we unconsciously bear a lot of burdens. Therefore, nature can't be as carefree and fearless as when she was a child.
We have to yield to realistic interests and do something we don't want to do.
We have gradually been flattened by this world, lost our attitude and blood, and become more and more sophisticated.
But everyone says it's called maturity.
Yes, you can't easily reveal your true feelings when you are mature; I can't cry if I want to, just like when I was a child, laughing happily.
External pressure and other people's opinions are becoming more and more important. In order to meet other people's expectations, we seem to live a different life.
I hate muddling along without attitude. But sometimes I have to muddle along.
After all, it takes courage to have corners. And most of us don't have the courage.
My dad said, everyone should manage their emotions, and don't affect their emotions because of some small things.
I think he is right, but I think the biggest difference between humans and robots is that humans have strong emotional perception.
Inner feelings make us real, flesh-and-blood people.
Why does everyone have to hide their true feelings? Why are you wearing that mask?
Why become numb and indifferent? Why obey the rules?
Why do you want to live so depressed? Why are you bound by invisible shackles?
Why did you lose your attitude and blood? Why do we have to muddle along without principles?
Why do you want to follow the trend and go with the flow? Why not be yourself?
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The silent king has a song called dialogue, and the lyrics tell everyone's inner contradictions:
The silent king imagined another "I" in the lyrics. An "I" is myself in front of others, obeying the rules and living up to others' expectations. Another "me", "like a wild fire out of control, squandering innocence."
This "I" is my true self, like a wanton burning wildfire, breaking the shackles of the world.
In this lyric, there is a painful tearing feeling and a sympathetic sound.
This is a struggle between two selves, the external self and the real self. How to make the two selves reach a harmonious state may be something that everyone needs to think about.
And in my heart, there are also two "I".
A self, rational in doing things and logical in speaking; The other me, with delicate mind and rich emotions, is easily influenced by emotions.
One of me, doing things well, being cautious and afraid of making mistakes; Another me, wild in heart, likes to be bohemian; A maverick eager to break the rules.
A person who cares about the feelings of others will be influenced by what others say; The other me, listening to my heart, asked nothing.
Together, these two are the real me, the whole me.
I also hope that everyone will not lose another self.
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At the beginning, I studied the Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest precisely because I thought that anyone who had read the stories of the Seven Sages could find themselves from them.
I see my ideal in them. I also saw their choices between affection and propriety, right and wrong, truth and falsehood, rules and freedom, Confucianism and nature.
It turns out that our inner struggle existed in their time.
They are defenders of Zhuangzi's free spirit and destroyers of etiquette rules.
Ji Kang showed his attitude with a song "Guangling San", and even set up the banner of seven sages with "the more famous, the more natural".
Ruan Ji rolled his eyes and slapped the landlord in the face, shouting "Is the rule of courtesy evil for our generation", which aroused the wave of opposing the rule of courtesy and pursuing freedom and liberation in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Ruan Xian, the nephew of Ruan Ji, made an appalling thing on July 7th: July 7th was the day to dry clothes and books. Everyone else took the opportunity to hang exquisite silks and satins to win attention, but Ruan Xian openly exposed his big shorts.
Also left a sentence: "I can't avoid customs." That's cute.
Liu Ling was naked in public after getting drunk, and others mocked him, but he asked, "Why does everyone get into my crotch?"
This is also unprecedented, and there will be no one after it.
Regarding the choice of affection and ceremony, the Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest is also a good model for us.
Wang Rong's son died among the Seven Sages, and Wang Rong was heartbroken. Shan Jian asked, "this is just a child. Why not? "
Wang Rong replied, "Sages forget their feelings and fall in love at last. The clock of love is in our generation. "
What a beautiful love bell in our generation. Wang Rong's words opened an affectionate era.
As Mr. Zong Baihua, the master of aesthetics, said, "Jin people discover nature externally and deep affection internally."
Wang Rong's descendants, Wang Xizhi's sons, the book saints Wang Huizhi and Wang Xianzhi also have touching stories.
Wang Huizhi is the fifth son of Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi is the seventh brother of Wang Huizhi. Wang Xianzhi died before his brother. Wang Xianzhi liked playing the piano before his death, so Wang Huizhi came to Wang Xianzhi's bed and played a tune, but it was not tuned properly.
So Wang Huizhi threw down the piano and cried loudly: "Amethyst is really unfortunate, everyone is dead!"
Ruan Ji, one of the seven sages, is also famous for his deep affection.
Shortly after Ji Kang's death, Ruan Ji rushed with the ox cart until he came to a dead end. He couldn't help crying.
This is a rare undisguised expression of true feelings. Ruan Ji's crying showed us his true feelings.
His nephew Ruan Xian also has a story that tells us his choice between affection and courtesy.
Ruanxian has always been closely related to one of his aunt's handmaids. At that time, Ruan Xian's mother died, and Ruan Xian's aunt came to offer her condolences with a maid.
According to the ceremony, Ruan Xian needs to mourn for three years, during which he is not allowed to have sexual relations with others.
But he got his aunt's maid pregnant. My aunt promised to keep her maid at first, but later decided to take her away.
Ruanxian had to borrow a donkey from a friend, desperately chasing his aunt and shouting, "Don't lose the game!" "
Ruan Xian was criticized by many people for this, but because of this, I saw the truest Ruan Xian, an imperfect but absolutely true and lovely existence.
The story of the seven sages of the bamboo forest made me understand that in the end, the feelings they chose overcame the ceremony and they became their true selves.
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If you want to compare the seven sages of bamboo forest with my family:
My mother is most like Ji Kang. She listens to her heart and does what she wants. She is determined to be herself.
My father is more like Dan Tao, always forbearing, obeying social rules and restraining his emotions;
I am more like Ruan Ji. I always want to be myself regardless, but sometimes I have to give in to the pressure of this society and become obedient.
But sometimes I feel more like Xiang embroidery. Although she is a little golden finch, she can spread her wings freely in the birdcage. Sometimes this is also a kind of happiness.
Sometimes I think, maybe I want to be a Dapeng bird more.
Dapeng bird can fly to Wan Li. There is no chain to bind it, and there is no cage to trap it.
Just like Wang Feng's lyrics:
I want a life in full bloom.
Like flying in the vast sky
It's like walking through endless wilderness
Have the power to get rid of everything
I want a life in full bloom.
It's like standing on the top of a rainbow
It's like walking through the bright milky way
Have the power of Paramore. ......