Zhou classic prose

Everyone must have been exposed to prose in their daily study and work, right? Prose is a short and flexible prose genre. Want to find more excellent classic prose? The following is my collection of Zhou's classic essays for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Zhou Classic Essay 1 Since ancient times, I don't know how many people have asked: What is time? Where is it? People ask questions in time and think hard, but they can't get an answer and are taken away by time forever.

Where is the time? Where are the people taken away by time?

In order to measure time, our ancestors invented the calendar, so human beings have history and individuals have ages. Age represents the time a person has had since birth. Do you really have one? Where are they?

It's always like this: we didn't know we had grown up until we lost our childhood; Because of the loss of time, we know that we are still alive; We know the time because we lost it.

We call what we lost the past, what we didn't get the future and what we left in our hands the present. But time has not stopped, and now it has become the past. What do we have?

How many late nights, I stayed in the light and didn't want to end the day. However, even if I stayed up all night, the day was over. We can't keep time.

We never have time, but time holds our destiny. In its endless palm, our short life is presented at the same time, regardless of the past, present and future. Our life and death, happiness and disaster have long been recorded.

However, since the past no longer exists, the present is fleeting and the future does not exist. Is there really time in the world? Who is this invisible man who exercises the right to life and death of all things in the world?

I imagine myself as a statue on the grass, witnessing generations of children frolicking and coming from afar, growing up beside me, making love, having fun, getting old and stumbling away. I recognized my figure among them, and he walked the same distance as others. I stared at him anxiously and motioned for him to stop, but he ignored me. Now he has passed me, keep going. I sadly watched him irretrievably move towards aging and death.

However, I still don't believe that time has taken everything away. The lost years, our most precious childhood and youth, we must keep them in a safe place in some way. We forgot the location of the treasure, but there must be such a place, otherwise we wouldn't have searched so hard. In other words, there is a secret room of the soul, which contains all the treasures of our past, but we can't remember the password even if we try hard. However, maybe once, we accidentally typed the right password, so the secret room opened and we went back to the past.

When Proust's hero suddenly felt a strange pleasure and tremor with a piece of Madeleine dessert soaked in tea, he felt the correct password. A feeling at the moment may be a taste, a breath, a melody, and a piece of sunshine on the slate, which coincides with the feeling that has long been forgotten, so it is mixed with the old state of mind associated with this feeling, and the old life scene emerges from this state of mind.

In fact, everyone has many opportunities for Proust's happiness in his life. Triggered by this opportunity, we will have a feeling of deja vu and lose something. But few people like Proust seized this opportunity to promote the reappearance of Shaoguang. We always live in front of us and are busy with external affairs. Our days are fragmented and lack internal continuity. The lost years are like undeveloped negatives, piled up in a dark room. They're still here, but what's the difference between losing them forever?

More than three years later, I returned to the city where I was born. An old classmate from primary school accompanied me through the old street with the same face. He suddenly pointed to an ugly girl sitting at the door of a street house and told me quietly that she was our classmate XXX. I quickly turned away. I couldn't believe that my former idol was like this. There are many beautiful faces in my heart, but once we meet again, everything will be shattered immediately.

We always think that a snack we tasted as a child is the sweetest, a song we heard as a child is the most wonderful, and a scenery we saw as a child is the most beautiful. "Happy years are lost years." You can get back the snacks, the music and the scenery, but you can't get back the years. Therefore, the same dim sum is no longer so sweet, the same music is no longer so beautiful, and the same scenery is no longer so beautiful.

When I was sitting in the cinema watching movies, I knew that human color photography technology had made extraordinary progress, but I still couldn't find the bright colors like the slides I watched as a child. The lost years, like those slides, shine with happiness that can never be touched in memory.

Every time I go back to my alma mater, I will linger outside the dormitory window where I once lived for a long time. Furong is still at the window. After so many years, it has neither died nor grown up. I really want to go in and see if the old me is still there. Since then, I have been to many places and had many experiences, but will all this be an illusion? Maybe, I'm still the same person, just distracted for a while? Maybe, there is no time at all, only a lot of me exist at the same time, maybe I will suddenly meet you somewhere? But I didn't go into the house in the end, because I knew that my dormitory had been occupied by strangers, and they would regard me as an intruder, even though in my eyes, they were intruders of my sacred youth.

Under the guidance of memories, we visited our old friends and revisited our old places in an attempt to find back the feelings of the past, but in vain. We finally found that not only our childhood and youth disappeared with time, but also a complete world composed of people, trees, houses, streets and the sky, including our love and sadness, feelings and moods, as well as our whole spiritual world.

Zhou's classic essay 4 Nietzsche has been studying for some time, and people often ask me, "Does Nietzsche have a great influence on you?" Once I couldn't help but reply, "Mutual influence, I have a greater influence on Nietzsche." In fact, any effective reading is not only absorption and acceptance, but also input and creation. There is indeed the problem of interaction between people and the books they read. The image of Nietzsche in my eyes is mixed with my own experience, which was produced before I came into contact with Nietzsche's works.

In recent years, my philosophical efforts seem to have a clear direction, which is to break through the academic and conceptual forms.

State, let philosophy care about the root of life, and communicate philosophy with poetry. Nietzsche's research only provides a convenient academic expression for my pursuit. Of course, I don't deny that reading Nietzsche's works has made some of my ideas clearer, but there are also factors such as my temperament, personality and experience, including my past reading experience.

Some books have changed world history, while others have changed personal destiny. In retrospect, books didn't play such a dramatic role in my life, but their role accumulated over time. I can't say what books have the greatest influence on me, and I don't quite believe in all kinds of "the best in the world". I can only say that some books have aroused strong resonance in different aspects and left traces in my spiritual journey.

When I graduated from high school, I applied for the philosophy department of Peking University. At that time, it was a surprise to be in the Shanghai Middle School where I was studying, because the school had a tradition of attaching importance to reason over literature, and I was the only one in the class who applied for liberal arts. I have always been the representative of math class in my class, and my science foundation is not bad. Almost all my classmates and teachers looked at me with pity and regretted that I had gone astray. I don't think so. I think I can't live in a professional corner that has nothing to do with life all my life anyway. With ridiculous greed that contains all human knowledge, I choose philosophy as "science above all sciences", which is not a professional major.

However, the philosophy department is not as interesting as I thought, and the rigid and boring philosophy class soon bored me. I became one of the least diligent students, "doing nothing" and indulging in reading extracurricular books. In class, there are textbooks compiled by Ai Siqi on the desk, but Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Turgenev, Ibsen, etc. Under the table, they are fascinated. When the teacher asked me questions in class, I stood up and asked him what he wanted to do, which caused the students to burst into laughter. I am ashamed to say that I have studied philosophy for several years. I don't read many philosophical books, but I read a lot of novels and poems. I am also addicted to writing poems, keeping diaries and accumulating feelings. Now it seems that my reading and writing in literature were not in vain. They have made a great change in my spiritual direction. I don't take knowledge as the highest goal, but value life itself and cherish the understanding of life. This understanding is very important for my later philosophical pursuit.

I was in adolescence when I went to Peking University. What a person reads in adolescence is not a trivial matter. Books, friendship and natural environment constitute a special atmosphere of spiritual development, and its influence is indelible for life. Fortunately, I have met all three aspects. Excellent foreign literary masterpieces, brilliant friends and beautiful scenery of Yanyuan accompany me, which inspires my heart of seeking truth and beauty, and makes me more and more disgusted with empty and ugly philosophical dogma. If I have studied philosophy for so many years and have not been corroded by philosophy, I should thank literature.

My interest in philosophy is probably influenced by literature. Literature and life are inextricably linked. I value people's fate, personality and subjective mentality, so I look for something similar in philosophy. The earliest books that let me understand the true meaning of philosophy are the works of ancient Greek philosophers, Heraclitus's I have searched for myself, protagoras's Man is the measure of all things, and Socrates's Life without the first test is not worth living. This is like three lighthouses standing in the fog of abstract concepts, illuminating the ancient philosophical road that has been covered for a long time. I also prefer skeptical philosophers, such as Descartes and Hume, because they taught me to be wary of all seemingly objective absolute truth systems. Unfortunately, philosophers are often full of doubts when criticizing their own philosophical systems, but once they establish their own systems, they will easily fall into dogmatism. In contrast, literary and artistic works can remain vague, uncertain and open, and do not tirelessly give an ultimate answer to the mysteries of the universe and life.

Long-term cultural imprisonment has prevented my philosophy student from reading Nietzsche or other modern westerners' works. When I was at school, I only occasionally looked at Zarathustra translated by Xiao Gan. Because it was translated in classical Chinese, it was difficult to translate and did not leave a deep impression. It was not until long after I graduated from college that I had the opportunity to read Nietzsche's works systematically. I really felt the joy of discovery, because my thoughts on life, my love for poetry and my doubts about academic philosophy all found resonance in it. On a whim, I started the translation and research of Nietzsche's works, and it has been more than three years now. Now, I'm about to say goodbye to Nietzsche.

Reading is like making friends, and friends who hit it off again will get bored if they stay together for too long. Books are good friends of life, but that's all. You have to go your own way. On this road, there will be encounters, separation, reunion, farewell, attachment, opposition, resonance and misunderstanding between people and books. The relationship is as subtle as that between people, which adds such interest to life. Maybe some people fall in love with a book or a writer at first sight, love each other deeply and even grow old together. I don't have such a loyal and single-minded love for reading. If the dying moment comes, I believe that not only my relatives and friends, but also a group of good books from close friends will make me feel bitter. But even so, I still don't want to stay with any book or any writer I like for too long, so I was deeply influenced and lost my influence on books and people.

The reason why a poet is a poet is that he is more sensitive to the passage of time than ordinary people, and poetry is his refuge from this period of time. There are three ways to get rid of time: live in memories and make the past eternal; Live in the passion of the present and make the present eternal; Live in expectation and make the future eternal. However, imaginary eternity can't actually stop the passage of time. So memories are sad, expectations are confused, and temporary passion is mixed with ecstasy and despair. No wonder one of the most optimistic poets shouted:

"An hour hand indicates an instant, but what can indicate eternity?"

The poet undertook a tragic mission: to turn the moment into eternity and get rid of time in time.

Who can live outside time and truly have eternity?

Zhou Classic Essay 6 Children don't care about the passage of time. In children's eyes, time is endless. Childhood is nostalgic, because we once had eternity in childhood. However, children will grow up and we will eventually lose our childhood. Our childhood ended on the day when we knew we were going to die. Since we lost our childhood, we have lost eternity.

Since then, the only eternity I know is the infinite extension of time after my death, and my eternity does not exist.

Where's God? How I want to sing praises to God with St. Augustine: "Your years are endless and always in front of you. Our yesterday and tomorrow have passed, and today is coming." How I wish there was an eternal mirror in the world, reflecting all my wealth plundered by time, including my life. However, I know that God is only the refuge of poets!

When I was very young, I kept a diary secretly. At first, the diary was childish, just about what good things I ate today and so on. I seem to instinctively realize that good taste fades easily, so I want to keep it in words. With the growth of my age, I have kept many beautiful flavors in my writing: love, friendship, loneliness, joy, pain ... In a disaster when I was young, I burned all my diaries. Later, I realized the seriousness of this move and cried for my real death in the past years. However, the habit of writing continues. I kept transferring the best part of myself to my words, and finally, when Rome was not in Rome, I escaped the passage of time.

Or fiction? However, what can he do with a man who has lost his childhood and doesn't believe in God?

When I was in college, I was absorbed in reading under the lamp when the lamp suddenly went out. This is the unanimous resolution made by all the students in the dormitory for me: obey the school rules and turn off the lights on time. How I hate the hand that pulls the switch, and with a click, another day is cut off from my lifeline. Sitting stupefied in the dark, staring out of the window in the dim moonlight, I cried with injustice.

The older I get, the faster time passes, but I seem to be more numb. Day after day, the days disappear silently, just like water drops disappearing into the sea. Looking back suddenly, I have lived in the world for more than 10 thousand days and nights, and they all disappeared.

"Confucius said in Sichuan," The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night. "In fact, time is such a river, we can stand on it, the river flows, and I am still the same? Time is not something that flows by me, but my life. What is left for me is not the days on the calendar, but the years in my life; Not even my years, but myself. Not only can I not find the lost years, but I can't find my former self.

When I think back to me a long time ago, for example, when I think back to my tearful eyes in the university dormitory, there will always be an orphan's shadow in front of my eyes. In the past few years, he was mercilessly abandoned. Alone and friendless, he vainly hoped to return to the world, but in fact, he was irresistibly taken away by the past years. I reached out my hand, but I couldn't reach him and bring him back. I shouted, but my voice couldn't reach his ears. I have to admit that this is a kind of death. I have become a dead man in the past, and my memory of him is the same as that of a dead man.

Zhou Classic Essay 8 "A woman's philosophy is harmful to both women and philosophy."

This is my casual remark, which attracted a lot of protests after it was published. Some people accuse me of being influenced by Schopenhauer and Nietzsche's contempt for women, which is unfair. This essay was written before I read Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, and the right of invention belongs to me. Besides, my starting point is by no means to despise women. The next sentence I wrote in this random feeling is really right: "God knows, I say this because I love women and philosophy!" "

I never think that women are out of touch with wisdom. As far as I can see, some women are so smart that most men are eclipsed. Generally speaking, women's wisdom is by no means lower than that of men, but their characteristics are different. Even Schopenhauer has to admit that women are far superior to men in sensibility and intuition. However, out of philosophical prejudice, he regards sensibility as a low stage, and therefore ridicules women as children who have not grown up, saying that their spiritual development is "between male adults and children". On the contrary, I value intuition more than logic, so I have a preference for women's wisdom. In men, the maturity of reason is often at the expense of perceptual degradation. This kind of situation rarely happens to women, which is really gratifying.

As far as the field of concern is concerned, female wisdom is a kind of secular wisdom and practical life wisdom. Women are not as good at metaphysical meditation as men. Milton said: Men communicate directly with God, and women must communicate with God through men. In my opinion, this is not a disadvantage for women. If a person is too close to God, he will not easily take root in the world. Man's pursuit of God will inevitably fail in the end. A woman is somewhat sure of finding a man with the shadow of God. When men are worried about eternal life or nothingness after death, women send warm milk into their children's bodies, making a real contribution to the continuation of human life. Lin Yutang said a very apt sentence: "Men only know the philosophy of life, but women know life." If there is only great and unworthy male wisdom in the world and there is no considerate female wisdom, I don't know how desolate the world will be. Gorky teased: "God created such a terrible world because he is a bachelor." I think, fortunately, this single person still knows amorous feelings, and created another gender besides men, so that the world is not too bad after all.

Actually, most women don't like philosophy by nature. A woman who likes philosophy may be smart and want to seek further training from philosophy; Maybe there is a painful soul who wants to find a way out from philosophy. Unfortunately, in most cases, after learning philosophy, the mind becomes complex and abstract, that is, it is not smart; The deeper the soul, the more desperate it is, and the more painful it is. I am sad to see a clever woman trapped in the maze of conceptual speculation, saying something that people can't understand. Seeing a lovely woman climb the metaphysical cliff and shed tears in the abyss, I can't help but feel distressed. Bad philosophy is boring and good philosophy is painful, both of which damage the beauty of women. I am against female philosophy out of pity for jade.

Turning a page of history, it is no accident that women have become great poets, but they cannot find a female philosopher who goes down in history. Since ancient times, women have been studying philosophy. Pythagoras, Plato, and Epicurus all recruited female students, and their grades were not tested. From modern examples, the philosophical achievements of Beauvoir, Susan Langer and Kristeva show that women can at least become philosophical geniuses, if not great philosophers. So, how do women damage philosophy? This question really stumped me. Indeed, if measured by the standards of great men, most men are not qualified to care about philosophy except a few such as Heidegger. If not, women might as well engage in philosophical research. Women bring their intuition, emotion and pragmatic spirit into philosophy, which may make philosophy better. In this way, I don't know if it is still a philosophy.