Selected Sad Prose on Loneliness: Going to the Future Alone
Author: Jia Pingwa
Many people say they are lonely. People who say they are lonely are not lonely. Loneliness is not being left out and abandoned, but having no friends and not being understood. True loneliness doesn't mean loneliness, but occasionally a long whistle, such as the animals we see.
The weak live in groups, so there are sentient beings. The purpose of the struggle of the weak is to transform into the strong, just like the transformation from pupa to moth, but once the transformation is successful, it loses the original requirement of satisfying and enjoying desire. Kings are like this, celebrities are like this, making money for the very rich has become a profession, and raising pigs is not for love.
I've met many unhappy people, and I've seen some people make their skin and hair strange. It seems that they want to be alone. This is not loneliness, but loneliness. They want to be wheat in June, but when they grow to more than a foot high, they bear ears and grains of wheat, and they only bear fruits as big as flies' heads.
There are lonely people in every profession, and I met one in the literary world. His voice is known all over the country, and his slander is overwhelming. He is always silent, humiliated, living and writing, but I know he is lonely.
Sir? One day, I approached him and said to him? Think about it, when everyone is staring at a bowl of meat and you run away from it first, can't a group of people avoid attacking it? He listened to my words, didn't say yes or no, didn't stop to shake hands with me, and suddenly burst into tears.
Sir, sir, I advised him to speak more.
I am not alone. ? He said that and left in a hurry.
I thought I was going to be his confidant, but I failed. Then why did he cry?
I'm not alone? What does this mean?
A year later, the writer published a new book, which I read on a page? Sages are brave, my Lord. Be careful, okay? Eight words, I finally understand. It is not easy to make a person lonely in the world. Living in groups requires a balance. Jealousy brings slander, strangulation, humiliation, attack and persecution. If you stop standing out from the crowd, you will be ordinary. If you keep walking, all beings will finally fail to catch up with you, and all beings will cheer and worship you and respect you as sacred. Sacredness is true loneliness.
It is difficult for lonely people to accept pity and sympathy.
Selected Works of Loneliness: Lonely Years
Since my life wandered in literature, art, science, fantasy and human history, my years have been lonely. To be exact, it has something to do with my uncle's sentence: life is either lonely or vulgar. Yes, I admit that I was born humble, however, this is not my decision, nor is it a fatal mistake. I know that time has no choice, but life can be chosen by life. Between loneliness and vulgarity, I chose the former without hesitation. Although the former made me lose a lot of mediocre happiness, compared with the lonely hug, the happiness I got was incomparable to being a mediocre person.
Let's just say that choosing loneliness means choosing absolute freedom, and freedom has always been the highest realm of life pursuit. I admit, I am not a saint, and I can even be said to be an out-and-out ordinary person. I also like intimacy with children, but it will never affect my understanding and judgment of life, life and years. In other words, loneliness is a voluntary behavior, which has little causal relationship with the number of years of life. I can embrace loneliness for 20 years, or more, not because I can't get along with others, but because I like my life. If my life is a field, then I must know what seeds I sow in my own field to harvest. This is the first question I have to consider in my life. It is because I know the roots and the bottom that I feel at home in the years. After walking for so long, the sun is shining! Perhaps it can be said that the lonely years are a rolling mountain, and I am an orchid surrounded by it. Orchids are quiet, but peace is the beginning of Zhiyuan!
It is no exaggeration to say that over the years, life and loneliness have really improved the soul of life. Books, music, art, thinking and especially writing have made life more sacred and bloomed with lines. Looking at all the love in life really makes an almond grow in my soul. Although the red apricot is not as beautiful and lovely as the corn poppy described by Li Yu, it can hold up a space of its own. You know, where there are flowers, people can definitely live poetically. At least the wind will pass through, and there will be no shortage of fragrance in the air. What's wrong with loneliness in such years? How can loneliness not make people be elated!
In fact, a rational view of loneliness sometimes leads to fear and fear, especially for people of a certain age. They feel helpless and inseparable. Perhaps ordinary people understand this fact, so they psychologically refuse loneliness and prefer vulgar happiness to comfort themselves. Yes, the true story of Ah Q written by Mr. Lu Xun is so common that it may be among them. So I have always admired those lonely people, such as Nietzsche, Van Gogh, Rodin, Beethoven, Gong Ding 'an, Gu Zhun, Chen Yinque, Lu Xun and so on. The same is life, why are they not afraid of loneliness and embrace loneliness? Are they superman or beast as Nietzsche said? No, these people, like ordinary people, all have secular desires and what ordinary people call greed and ignorance, but they have overcome themselves and just crossed the threshold of the world with the power of life. To paraphrase the poet Kitajima, loneliness is the passport of the lonely, and vulgarity is the epitaph of the vulgar!
Yes, that's life. Loneliness has its reasons, and vulgarity has its excuses. When I woke up from a vulgar dream one day, I vowed to be a lonely person in the later years, at least not a vulgar person. Fortunately, I did it and did it well. Looking back on these years, I feel a bit like Rousseau. The rambler's reverie he left behind is a replica of my life to some extent. Of course, my living environment and living environment are not as bad as his, but persecution and attack. I pursue knowledge, belief and spiritual quality in order to improve the quality of life, so I am full of confidence and have come to the point where I am today. Now watching my soul grow and enrich day by day, the scenery in my heart can be said to be unique here!
Now I'm not worried or scared. I'm calm. Whether I am facing life or distant years, my loneliness continues like a river, as calm as pearls pouring on a plate of jade. A book, a cup of tea and a moonlight sonata are enough to survive a long hot summer or a cold winter. Some people say that loneliness is shameful, then I can only say that I like it is shameful. Life is different. Hobbies determine life and the direction of the years. Yes, my life is my decision and my years are my decision. This is related to habitual personality, life attributes and spiritual quality. Choosing between loneliness and vulgarity, I would rather die alone than masturbate with vulgar happiness.
I still know the price of loneliness, but compared with vulgarity, it is simply Xiantao and rotten pears, spring breeze and desert. To this end, I am fully prepared to be a lonely eagle, hovering over the years, overlooking the road under my feet and the creatures walking on the road! And say to yourself, get up, get up, let life see more clearly and further!
Yes, when the first step in life is lonely, it means that life has bid farewell to vulgarity and the past unbearable years. So, I still want to say that once you start, there is no turning back. Or, Do not forget your initiative mind, be a hero. I believe that the road under your feet will get wider and wider, and the starry sky above your head will get deeper and deeper with the lonely years!
Loneliness Essays Part III: Loneliness of Wandering Quietly
Author: Shadow depth
Secret love is a long sad season. Finally, she told me that there was only one time, but even once, she didn't. He said: Tonight is quietly the Cambridge of parting. And quietly, she also quietly entangled in this.
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Song waves, eyes water, like a broken tune, floating around, at this moment, she doesn't know where the voice went, she said, she likes him very much. Love to the bone. The whirling of dead leaves stung the memory. God knows it's buried so deep that it belongs only to her loneliness. Except those ignorant times, it will always be, and all it has is sunny days, smiles and life.
How much she likes him, but her love seems to sneak into her heart, fade out and sneak into his heart, just to keep the tenderness in those eyes for a moment. Let go of pride, the true feelings seem to bloom for a century, but in an instant, the flowers fade and wander alone. Unrequited love is a long lovelorn love. She thought about debauchery, but she never gave up everything. Just because you are afraid, giving up is in vain and you will never come back.
Stay by her side, and my ear rings: Cambridge, which is leaving tonight, comes quietly? I heard that this is the most unforgettable poem he said to her. Yes, quietly, this relationship is also quiet, just by who hurt, forgotten, left and cared about.
She told me that she loved him quietly and came quietly, but she didn't know how to express it. When she silently guarded him, her heart was already surging. When she is high-spirited, her heart is already high-spirited, but more is struggle and silent pain. Maybe sometimes, like is childlike, love is a joke. Therefore, she doesn't lack satire and ridicule when others treat her as a joke. Is there a night that can accommodate the pain of heartbreak? She leaned on my shoulder and said this. I kept silent.
I heard that, I don't know why, she was awakened by a phone call in a simple morning, so she hugged him and cried without saying a word. He didn't say a word, just vague. What is the clearest sentence she heard? I'm always here, okay? But later, I don't know whether she or he broke his promise. If that inexplicable confession didn't appear, maybe everything would be fine, but she was drunk that day and made her admit that she liked him. He said, you think too much. Good night
Later, later, everything changed. It was a night when no one cared about her. God knows she stayed up all night, just waiting for the mouth of desire to tear the dawn. But she thinks she is the happiest girl in the world, because she fell asleep under the gentleness of dawn. Speaking of which, I feel tears soaked through my skirt. She picked up the canned wine next to her and looked up and gulped it down. She was so drunk that she turned the wine into tears. I wonder if the wind messed up her hair. I tried to reach out and touch it, but she turned it back. I think the wind not only messed up her hair, but I hope it can calm the sad river and stop rolling. It was just strange, but the next second she smiled knowingly.
She said that since then, she has become very cheerful every day, and then greeted the arrival of the night with a tired body, often unable to shut herself in the room and cry. ? I secretly loved him for three years, from classmates to colleagues to friends. Now it seems too simple. Hehe?
I sat on the steps of the square and watched her dance. I didn't know what to say. ? You say, if he doesn't like me, then why is he so kind to me, why should he wear off my chic when I am happiest, and why should he provoke me? Ouch? The next second, the bottle was slammed to the ground. Fortunately, it is a tin can, but it is deformed. Due to inertia, the wine splashed into the air. Finally sobbing, she squatted in the same place, and I went to her side and hugged her tightly. Yes, quietly, not only that, this relationship is also quiet, but who is hurt, who is forgotten, who is left behind, and who is still worried.
I think his eyes must reveal extremely gentle emotions. Just too fast to catch. Isn't it?