Thoughts on Art and Life in Xu Zhimo's Prose Collection

This essay, such as the title, only writes "The Talons of Paris".

"Paris" is a charming word in itself. It's endless, it's modern people.

City of art nannies. Great artists from generation to generation must never walk on the broad stage of Paris; Put countless touching stories,

Eternal beauty is solidified in every brick of the Louvre and reflected in the gentle waves of the Seine. There is no city like.

Paris combines life and art so perfectly, life is art, and art is life; Not where?

A city, like Paris, draws this shore and the other shore so close that reality is ideal and ideal is reality.

As an artist, Xu Zhimo came to the art capital where he never forgot the curtain, just like a wanderer looking for a loving mother, so that he could see him.

What was the mood at that time. At the beginning of the article, the author directly expressed it with his unique passion style.

Feeling "Cough, Paris! People who have been to Paris will never want heaven again; Those who have tasted Paris, to be honest, are not even hell.

Want to go. The whole Paris is like a duck down mattress, which makes you feel like Shu Tai, and the hard bones are smoked and crisp. "

The author expressed his thoughts directly, but inadvertently, he was creating an atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere makes you irresistible.

I want to walk in Paris with the author and listen to the author ramble about Paris.

Paris, as tempting as heaven, depicted in the works is not only bright, smiling, cheerful, but also friendly.

Mixed with gloom, melancholy and sadness. However, the subtlety of this article is that the author said with his keen observation.

It shows the uniqueness of Parisians: although frustrated, they still have hope for life; Disgusting but undisguised friendship, poverty

Being down and out does not hinder the obsession with art; Sincere but not snobbish, free and easy but not obscene, this is the harmony in the disharmony of Paris.

Also in the noise, the temptation of Paris is in Paris, and the beauty is in Paris.

After telling the story of Paris in an impressional way, the author slowly zooms in like a lens and tells the story of two Parisians.

This story.

A beautiful and clever girl was arranged by her father to marry an English gentleman when she was seventeen, but they didn't get married.

Without true love, there is no happiness in marriage. Four years later, the girl divorced and returned to Paris. Soon, she went crazy.

I fell in love with a Filipino boy who came to Paris to study, abandoned everything and followed this man to the East. Who knows that man?

Her family couldn't stand her, and the man soon lost her, so she had to look after the children for a living. Soon, a telegram from my father was critically ill.

The newspaper dragged her back to Paris. After returning to Paris, her father died of illness, and the heavy blow left a deep impression on the girl's heart.

Trauma, the girl expressed her mood at this time. "What interest do I have in this world from now on?" I'm just a ghost of an entity,

An active corpse; My heart is long dead, and there will be no more waves. "However, it's just the pain of the past that dies, isn't it?

It is the girl's heart. The girl "comes to this restaurant involuntarily every night, just like a dead ghost can't forget him."

My hometown. "She can't forget the short but unforgettable time she spent in this hotel with her lover. Here, she

I once devoted myself to being gentle and madly in love with an oriental who was neither noble nor rich, "secret talk" and "joy"

Love in Dance, Dream in the Air and Too Deep and Too True ... It is happy and beautiful to enjoy love and recall the past love.

Love is not happiness, isn't it beautiful? After repeated setbacks, you can still reminisce about the unbearable past, and not only that.

It's beautiful and sublime. Under the girl's posture of "being shaped like a stake and her heart is like ashes", what we see is a vivid self.

A lively, warm and gentle heart. This is the sincerity of Parisians, and it is also free and easy for Parisians.

Interestingly, in this girl, readers can see the author's own strong projection. Girls are like tears.

The complaint tells the truth of Xu Zhimo: "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people;" Yes, I am.

Fortunately; No, my life, that's it. ""I want to go to the world and fight as hard as I can ""to the ideal heaven-

Love, happiness and freedom. "Xu Zhimo regards love as important as life." Only after losing this disgusting life did I realize.

The death of this love, the death of this love center, is not as good as 500 cycles? "The difference is that a girl's love is a kind of.

Tragedy, and the author finally got love.

The second part tells the life story of a Paris painter. The painter lives in a small, dark attic.

The room is a "garbage nest", and the author made a list of the furnishings in the room. "Sitting in a narrow bed will prick your head,

Everything is on the desk: rotten socks, dirty handkerchiefs, broken thermos bottles, broken pens, broken teeth combs,

Suspicious small cartons, broken wooden boxes that can be used as dressing tables and bookshelves, rotten apples, broken bananas … these are the author's places.

Taking pains to introduce them one by one is mainly to pave the way for the following, to set off the beauty of the human body and turn this garbage nest into a golden wall.

The art palace has rare art treasures collected by painters, and the author has rich associations and thoughts.

Elephant: "A knot in one's heart, a knot in one's heart on the wall, mildew and nail scar have all become the most beautiful things in Goro's picture frame."

Beautiful Woods and brisk streams; Broken ties, handkerchiefs, rotten bananas and smelly socks on the table have all turned into straw with wide edges.

Cowboys in hats doze against trees, drink water with cows in the stream, put their hands behind their heads and stare at the grass.

Look at the sky, the bitches coming in there squint and play the flute according to the tune-it's not a group of bitches coming over there.

They are all green, with bare chests and loose hair. Some of them jump barefoot on the grass. "Because

With the flash of beautiful scenery, the small and dim attic has become an idyllic scenic spot. From painting to modeling, from

The model guides the painter to explain the beauty of the human body. "The same is true of human beauty. Some beauty lies in the chest, some in the waist, and some.

In the lower part, some hair, some hands, some ankles, incomprehensible bones, muscles and textures meet to form their own.

Different lines, the change of color tone, the concentration of skin surface, the distribution of capillaries, natural posture and unstoppable expression. "

The painter's relish makes readers, like the author, have to marvel at how discordant everything in this attic is.

The simple studio and the beautiful figure of the model, the embarrassment of life and the high dance of the painter's heart seem to be "absurd, gorgeous,

Sweet dream, "however, it is indeed a reality before us. Looking for ideals in reality and pursuing dreams in life,

This is a realm of life, beauty and art.

From here, we also see the sincerity and freedom of Parisians.

This article is about the world-famous Paris "Zhao Lin". The author didn't write about the splendid Louvre, which was spectacular.

The Arc de Triomphe, the charming Seine River, focuses on the bottom of society, writing a sad and desolate mind, dark and ugly.

In the simple studio, the author seems to deliberately set up disharmony, but the sophisticated reader can understand from this superficial disharmony.

Out of the charming place of Paris, I can't help but admire the author's exquisite conception, exquisite selection of materials and exhaustive narration.

Meaning.

Parisians are sincere and free, so are the author and his prose.