Sleepless flower
I often think incredibly about trivial problems. Yesterday, I just arrived at the hotel in Rehai, and the people in the hotel brought begonia flowers different from Xiaosheng. I was so tired that I went to bed alone early. I woke up at four o'clock in the morning and found Begonia still awake.
I was surprised to find that the flowers were still awake. There are also gourd flowers and cordate telosma, as well as morning glory and acacia flowers, which are almost all open day and night. Spend a sleepless night. This is a well-known thing. But I seem to understand. Staring at Begonia at four o'clock in the morning, I feel more beautiful. It is in full bloom and contains a kind of sad beauty.
It is a well-known thing that flowers wake up and suddenly become an opportunity to discover new flowers. The beauty of nature is infinite. The beauty people feel is limited. It is precisely because people's ability to feel beauty is limited that the beauty they feel is limited and the beauty of nature is infinite. At least the beauty I feel in my life is limited, which is my actual feeling and my exclamation. People's ability to feel beauty neither keeps pace with the times nor grows with age. Begonia flowers at four o'clock in the morning should be said to be valuable. If a flower is beautiful, then sometimes I can't help but say to myself: live!
Renoir, the painter, said: As long as there is a little progress, it will be closer to death. How miserable. He added: I believe I am still making progress. These are his last words. Michelangelo's last words are: When things finally get what they want, it is death. Michelangelo is 89 years old. I like his face made of plaster.
It is relatively easy to develop the ability to feel beauty to a certain extent. It's hard to imagine with your head alone. Beauty is the result of encounter, but also the result of closeness. This needs to be cultivated repeatedly. For example, only one ancient work of art has become the inspiration of beauty and the opening of beauty. This situation is indeed many. So, a flower is not bad.
Staring at a flower arrangement in a niche, I thought to myself: when the same flower blooms naturally, will I stare so carefully? I only got a flower in a vase and put it in a niche, so I stared at it intently. Not just flowers. Let's talk about literature Novelists nowadays, like singers nowadays, generally pay little attention to nature. Probably there are few opportunities for careful observation. Put a flower in the niche and hang a picture of it. This painting is no less beautiful than a real flower. In this case, if the painting is poor, then the real flowers will be more beautiful. Even if the flowers in the painting are beautiful, the beauty of the flowers is still conspicuous. However, we look at the flowers in the painting carefully, but pay little attention to the real flowers.
Li Di, Qian Shunju, Zongda, Guang Lin, Yuzhou and Gu Jing, many times we can appreciate the beauty of real flowers from their flower paintings. Not just flowers. Recently, I put two bronze statues of Xiaoqing on my desk, one is Rodin's Woman's Hand, and the other is Maiuoer's Leda Statue. From these two works, we can see that Rodin and Maiuoer have completely different styles. We can appreciate various postures from Rodin's works, and we can also appreciate women's skin from Maiuoer's works. Their careful observation can't help but surprise people.
When my dog gave birth to a baby and the puppy wobbled, I saw a small image of a puppy, and I was shocked. Because its image is exactly the same as something. I found that it was very similar to the puppy painted by Zong Da. That is the image of a puppy living on the spring grass in a big ink painting. My family has a mongrel dog, which is not a good dog, but I deeply understand Zongda's noble realistic spirit.
Observing the sunset glow in Kyoto at the end of last year, I found it was exactly the same as the red used by Jiro. I have seen a famous tea bowl called Sunset made by Jiro Nagata before. The yellow color of this red glazed tea bowl is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. It was in Kyoto that I remembered the tea bowl and looked up at the real sky. When I looked at this tea bowl, I couldn't help but see many paintings of Jiro. That's a small picture. It was a broken and unkempt cross-shaped cloud in the evening sky of a lonely village in the wilderness. This is indeed the evening sky in Japan, which permeates my heart. The rosy clouds Jiro painted in the fields are all Japanese, and the color of the tea bowls Jiro made is also Japanese. At dusk in Kyoto, I also remembered this painting. Thus, Fan Jiro's painting, Jiro's tea bowl and the real dusk sky echo each other in my heart, which is more beautiful.
At that time, I went to Benye Temple to visit the tomb of Pubu Hall, and it was already dusk on my way home. The next day, I went to Lanshan to see the Yutang tablet carved by Laiyang. Because it was winter, no one came to visit Lanshan. But I discovered the beauty of Lanshan for the first time. I've been here several times before. As a general scenic spot, I didn't appreciate its beauty very well. Lanshan is always beautiful. Nature is always beautiful. However, sometimes, this kind of beauty is only seen by some people.
I found the flowers awake, probably because I stayed in a hotel alone and woke up at four in the morning.
: Reading Yasunari Kawabata
Among the eastern writers, I like Yasunari Kawabata best.
1968 nobel prize comment: because of its superb narrative art, it expresses the most national Japanese soul with extraordinary acumen. The evaluation is accurate.
Kawabata Yasunari's acceptance speech is a beautiful and rough essay "I am in beautiful Japan".
I have read it patiently, but I vaguely remember that there are many quotations in the article, which talk about Japanese aesthetic tradition, poetry, Zen, porcelain and floral art. It would be strange if westerners can really understand it.
Of course, it is also great that Kawabata Yasunari can bring oriental art to the western temples to preach.
Let's take a look at the superb narrative art of Kawabata Yasunari's novels.
I am used to reading China's chapter novels, and then I will read the Japanese Tale of Genji. It's strange that I don't hold my urine. There is no fighting capacity of battlefield heroes, no wits and courage of counselors and military strategists, no charm of flowers, foxes and ghosts, no explicit depiction of * * *, lingering and lengthy, which is half a beat slower than the plot of A Dream of Red Mansions. I was anxious and wanted to strangle the author.
Without superb narrative skills, obviously not.
Is the practice of China's article, the Japanese are better at it.
With the narrowness of the country, people's thinking is good at calculation and carving, and they are willing to construct something that is time-consuming and quality-resistant. After the tradition was formed, it all rose to Taoism: calligraphy, flowers, tea ceremony, kendo and chess. ...
Appreciating Japanese art has a cruel sense of exquisiteness.
Tale of Genji is a long funeral music, full of twists and turns, with exquisite beauty. Murasaki shikibu influenced her descendants. Yasunari Kawabata is Murasaki shikibu in the 20th century, but it is more refined, more rigorous and shorter.
/kloc-After the middle of the 0/9th century, Japan left Asia and entered Europe, achieving prosperity and decline. Literature reference accomplishment is also quite positive. Many schools have influenced the new literature in East Asia. There is no doubt that China's new literature and art learned from the West with Japan as the middle. The works of Lu Xun, Yu Dafu and others are filled with thick cherry blossoms and samurai spirit.
Naturalism, Kawabata Yasunari, a giant of the new sensation school, combines things and stands on his own nation. His creation is wonderful, and his achievement is extraordinary.
Reading Kawabata Yasunari's words, it is easy to be attracted by his unique artistic conception. His novels can be read as poems. Take a leisurely walk. If a beautiful woman enters the park, everything will become charming.
"Izu's * * *", "Snow Country", "Ancient Capital" and "Thousand Feathers Crane" are his best works. Read it once and it's imprinted on my mind.
Expressed the Japanese soul with the most national characteristics with extraordinary acuity. Well said.
Yamato nationality is the most different nationality in the world, and its contradictions are complex and unreasonable.
After World War II, there were many books about the Japanese. I think the best one is Chrysanthemum and Knife, written by an American old lady Benedict, which makes a thorough analysis of Japanese artistic concepts and human characteristics. Half a century later, it is still valuable.
Sad and beautiful, in line with Japanese aesthetic psychology.
When I read Kawabata Yasunari, at first I was surprised at how he wrote so ethereal.
Kawabata Yasunari is obsessed with depicting the subtle psychology of women. That kind of unforgettable sadness is erratic, unforgettable and elusive. Those ladies are as beautiful as delicate porcelain tea bowls, but as fragile as fate. Mud in real life always stains their clogs and clean white socks. The white of youth is blooming, and the scattered cherry blossoms are generally muddy with tears. The men around you either pass by in a hurry, or look on coldly, or they are wastes to be cultivated and cured. None of them have a happy ending.
Kawabata Yasunari's meticulous brushwork is very good at rendering that kind of sadness and mysterious aftertaste. It also links nature with human feelings and national spiritual culture, so that natural things are full of humanistic aura. You can better understand this point by reading the essay "Sleepless Flowers".
Reading Kawabata Yasunari's words, people will not regard him as an old man in the last century, but only as a lonely teenager, a melancholy and stubborn teenager. Emperor and samurai, authority and hegemony, chrysanthemums and swords are typical Japanese men's temperament. The artist is just a wayward little boy, always in adolescence, sensitive and suspicious, unable to dominate himself, which is the gorgeous withered cherry blossoms.
Writing death so beautifully is an incredible aesthetic angle.
After reading Benedict's Chrysanthemum and Knife, I finally understood the suicidal behavior of Yasunari Kawabata and Yukio Mishima.
But I can't understand Kawabata Yasunari's sad and deep eyes.
: Yasunari Kawabata
After the Indian poet Tagore won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Yasunari Kawabata won this honor with his three representative works Snow Country, Ancient Capital and Thousand Cranes. He caused a sensation in Japan, the East and a whirlwind.
Next, he was busy attending the press conference, and the aura of honor lit him up. He felt that the light was too bright, which made his eyes dull and his black hair swollen and dizzy. He felt too tired.
This single thin man has a rough life experience, homosexuality, love and hate with 4 thousand generations, and heresy of the new feeling school. His mental complexity and stream of consciousness are so rich that he carries too many things. He hopes to get rid of all the fame and yearn for a kind of freedom and relaxation.
However, Kawabata Yasunari's heart is still lonely. After the condensation of wind, frost and rain, the green leaves and red flowers of the tree of life are beautiful, but the flow still contains sadness, so he committed suicide. Quietly lying on the quilt, with a gas pipe in his mouth, a bottle of whisky and a glass on the pillow, but no suicide note. Kawabata Yasunari has always believed that death is a kind of extinction beauty, and his dying eyes reflect the beauty of nature.
He is always obsessed with a sense of loneliness, inescapable nothingness and fatalism of death. Is death the highest art he advocates? Finally, he buried himself with his own hands. Even after his fame and status, he will not hesitate to save his life.
Kawabata Yasunari's tone is illusory, sad and decadent, so he uses excellent literary skills to express Japan's moral and ethical cultural consciousness and the essence of the soul, reflect the psychology of loneliness, emptiness, depression, aging and death, and pursue a poetic and decadent beauty. Meanwhile, he stepped into the emptiness of life step by step. In a sense, he completed the baptism of life and reached the eternity of life. People who have read Yasunari Kawabata's prose also think that: