Thoughts after reading "Xu Zhimo's Prose"

? What are your thoughts after reading "Xu Zhimo's Prose"

?This prose, as the title indicates, only says "Lin Claw in Paris." "Paris" itself is a charming word. It has endless descriptions and descriptions. It is a city that can be called the nanny of modern human art. Generations of art masters have never failed to pass by on the grand stage of Paris; countless moving deeds and eternal beauty are solidified in every brick of the Louvre and reflected in the soft waves of the Seine River. No other city integrates life and art so perfectly like Paris. Life is art and art is life. No city brings this shore and the other shore so close to each other like Paris. Reality is ideal. The ideal is reality. As an artist, Xu Zhimo came to the art city that he had always dreamed of. It was like a wanderer finding a loving mother. You can imagine how he felt at that time. At the beginning of the article, the author directly expressed his feelings in his unique passionate style: "Hey, Paris! Those who have been to Paris will no longer miss heaven; those who have tasted Paris, to be honest, will not even want to go to hell. . The whole of Paris is like a mattress made of wild duck down, which makes your whole body feel comfortable and your hard bones are softened.”

The author expresses his feelings directly, but inadvertently. Among them, it is creating an atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere makes you unable to restrain yourself from traveling around Paris with the author and listening to the author talk about his impressions of Paris. The paradise-like Paris full of temptation depicted in the work is not only bright, smiling, and cheerful, but also intertwined with gloom, melancholy, and pathos. However, the subtlety of this article is that the author uses his keen observation to express the uniqueness of Parisians: despite being frustrated, they still have hope for life; although they are disgusted, they do not hide their sincere friendship; poverty Being down and out does not hinder the obsession with art; being sincere but not snobbish, free and easy but not vulgar, this is the harmony in the disharmony of Paris, the unity in the variegation, the temptation of Paris lies in this, and the beauty also lies in this.

After the author talked about Paris in an impressionistic way, he slowly moved closer like a camera and told the story of two Parisians. A beautiful and intelligent girl was married to an English gentleman by her father when she was seventeen years old. However, there was no real love between the two and there was no happiness in their married life. Four years later, the girl got divorced and returned to Paris. , and soon she fell madly in love with a Filipino boy who came to Paris to study, and abandoned everything to follow the man to the East. Unexpectedly, the man's family would not tolerate her, and the man soon abandoned her, so she had to be a nanny. Sustain. Soon, a telegram that her father was critically ill pulled her back to Paris.

After returning to Paris, her father died of illness, and the heavy blows left deep wounds on the girl's mind. The girl expressed her state of mind like this: "What interest do I have in the world from now on? I just A physical ghost, a moving corpse; my heart has long since died, and will never waver again. "However, it is only the pain of the past that dies, not the girl's mind. The girl "still comes here involuntarily every night. "Come and sit in a hotel, just like a dead ghost cannot forget his hometown." She could not forget the short but unforgettable time she spent with her lover in this hotel, where she once poured her tenderness into her and fell madly in love with him. Orientals who are neither aristocrats nor rich, "secret conversations", "happy dances", "strange dreams", "too deep, too true" love...

? Enjoying love is happiness , is beauty. Isn’t it happiness and beauty to recall the love of the past? Being able to reflect on the past that is hard to look back on despite repeated setbacks is not only beautiful, but also noble. Underneath the girl's expression of "shape like a dead wood, heart as gray as death", what we see is a lively, warm and tender heart. This is the sincerity of Parisians, the freedom and ease of Parisians. What is interesting is that in this girl, readers can see a strong reflection of the author himself. The girl's tearful narration expresses Xu Zhimo's heart song: "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of ??people; I am lucky to find him; if I don't find him, it is my fate, that's all."

< p> ?"I am willing to live in the world and fight with all my strength." "Go to that ideal heaven - love, joy, and freedom." Xu Zhimo regards love as important as life, "Lose this disgusting thing." Life, realizing this death in love, this death in the center of love, is not better than five hundred reincarnations?" The difference is that the girl's love is a tragedy, and the author finally obtained love. The second tells the story of the life of a Parisian painter.

The painter lives in a small, dark attic, and the house is a "garbage den." The author lists the furnishings in the house like a list: "The narrow bed will hurt your head when you sit up, and there is everything on the desk." : Rotten socks, dirty handkerchiefs, deflated hot water bottles, broken pen holders, broken tooth combs, suspicious little paper boxes, broken wooden boxes that double as dressing tables and bookshelves, rotten apples, broken bananas... these The reason why the author takes the trouble to introduce them one by one in detail is mainly to pave the way for the following, to highlight that the beauty of the human body will turn this garbage dump into a glorious art palace with golden walls. As the painter counts his treasures - pieces of rare art The author has developed rich associations and imaginations about the treasures: "The knots on the wall, the nests on the wall, the mold, and the nail scars have all turned into the most beautiful woods and brisk flowing water in the paintings of Golo. The tattered ties, rotten handkerchiefs, banana-smelling socks, etc. on the table have all transformed into shepherd boys wearing large broad-brimmed straw hats. They are taking a nap against a tree, leading cows to drink water in the stream, with their hands flat against their heads. On the green grass, people stared at the sky and squinted at the women who came in over there and played the fife with their hands on the tune - but there was a group of women coming over there, all young and young, with their chests exposed and their clothes loose. The one with hair and bare white legs came dancing on the green grass. "Due to the flash of beauty, the small and dark dilapidated attic turned into an idyllic scenic spot.

? The painting talked about the model, and the model led to the painter's detailed description of the beauty of the human body. "Beauty of the human body. The same is true. Some beauty is in the chest, some waist, some lower part, some hair, some hands, some ankles. The incomprehensible combination of bones, muscles, and textures forms different lines. The change of tone, the density of the leather surface, the distribution of hair tubes, the natural posture, the unstoppable expression. "The painter's relish makes readers, like the author, unable to help being surprised by how disharmonious everything in this attic is. The simple studio and the beautiful figure of the model, the embarrassment of life and the exaltation of the painter's soul, this seems to be "absurd" , gorgeous, sweet dreams,” however, it is indeed the reality in front of us. Seeking ideals in reality and pursuing dreams in life is a realm of life, this is beauty, and it is art. From here, what we see The same sincerity and free-spiritedness of Parisians

?This prose is about the world-famous "Lin Claw" in Paris. The author did not write about the gorgeous Louvre Museum, the spectacular Arc de Triomphe, and the charming Sayin. River, but instead casts its perspective on the bottom of society, writing about sad and lonely souls and dark and ugly studios. The author seems to deliberately create disharmony, but careful readers can realize from this superficial disharmony. The charm of Paris cannot help but admire the author's exquisite conception and choice of materials, and his eloquent narration is all inadvertently. Parisians are sincere and free, and the same is true for the author and his prose.

? The reason why fireworks are brilliant is not that they have multiple lives, but that the moment they emit flames, they have retained eternity.

? Thoughts after reading "Xu Zhimo's Prose"

< p> ?When I talk about Mr. Zhimo, I can’t help but feel emotional about him. He is an influential writer and a person who loves life. He started writing poetry for a long time in 1921. I later read part of the poem. Coming from this period, he was influenced by the British aesthetic poets and believed in the supremacy of art. He has written many excellent works and is deeply loved by readers.

"Xu Zhimo's Prose Collection" is a selection. Of course, the prose works brought me a lot of joy. Every time I read a chapter, I would be deeply involved in it, and then I developed a lot of fun in my spare time.

The most impressive thing among them is. The prose "European Comics" is full of humor, yet philosophical and uses both strong and soft language, allowing readers to get deeply involved in it and experience its emotions.

?For Thors. Tai's books express his views on people and his outlook on life. His replies to Shakespeare also allow readers to understand his polite and gentle side.

But unfortunate things will eventually happen. He died in a plane crash on the way from Nanjing to Peiping. Although his death was glorious, there is no doubt that his death was a deeply painful moment in the history of literature. Losing, a man who was in his prime and whose life had not ended yet came to an end.

But his life was wonderful. In his prose, his dialogue with Rabindranath Tagore was quite remarkable. It is great to be so connected with such an Indian poet and travel around Asia with him, which also affects Xu Zhimo's love for the Indian Ocean.

Mr. Zhimo traveled and studied. He wrote a number of touching prose, including descriptions of the environment, things, and the feelings between people.

?In my opinion, what he writes are normal human feelings, but he uses the most accurate and exciting language to describe them. The experience is profound.

? If the last "Collected Prose of Xu Zhimo" in the world is in my hands, how happy and crazy I will be...

? Read "The Prose of Xu Zhimo" 》Feelings

?"Quietly I leave, just as quietly as I came; I wave gently as I say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. "Quietly I leave, just as quietly as I came; I wave my sleeves and don't take away a single cloud.

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Farewell Cambridge, Farewell Zhimo. The familiar style of writing is still unforgettable.

Xu Zhimo is a talented poet. Although he himself said: "In the second Before the age of fourteen, poetry, old or new, had absolutely nothing to do with me. "But once he picked up the pen, excellent works emerged like a torrent. As a representative of the Crescent School poets, Xu Zhimo's poems have fresh words, novel metaphors, rich imagination, beautiful artistic conception, elegant thoughts, full of changes, and at the same time have the characteristics of Romanticism and aestheticism. His poems are a colorful world, and his complex thoughts are also reflected in this world. His poems write about love, life, scenery, and human suffering.

? Here is a quote from Xu Zhimo’s poem: “But some people, such as myself, have a habit of loving fallen leaves. The color is very bright when they first come out, but over time, the color will change unless you store it well. So my words, that is, my thoughts, are as useless as fallen leaves. At most, there are only a few traces of the color of life sometimes. "With reflection on one's own way of thinking, people's thinking is not necessarily perfect, sometimes it is just superfluous. It seems gorgeous, but it cannot withstand scrutiny, it seems profound, but it cannot be passed on to future generations. It is also a kind of helplessness! To yourself Helpless!

?"The greatest mission of mankind is to make wings; the greatest success is to fly! The extreme of ideals, the limit of imagination, from human to god! Poetry is born on the wings; philosophy is hovering in the air. Flying: transcending everything, covering everything, sweeping everything, swallowing everything. "He can see the importance of ideals, the greatness of poetry, and the beauty of philosophy. He can also use his pen to awaken people. Don't always focus on material things. The beauty of the soul is also very important. Poetry, it can bring you spiritual enjoyment. , it is indispensable.

?Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer poems, and fewer people read poetry. It is true that poetry cannot bring wealth to people. Maybe you think it is just. It's a waste of time. But you don't understand the true description of the heart and soul. In front of the poet, you can see your own voice. Maybe you have been hiding it, and you have never discovered it.

?"You are really leaving tomorrow? Then me, then me...

?You don’t have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come; if you want to remember me, just remember me, otherwise forget that I exist in this world as soon as possible, so as not to think about time and space. Worry, just think of it as a dream, a fantasy; "Maybe you don't have Zhimo's sentimentality, but you also have your feelings. Let the world blind your eyes, open your eyes and see the world of poetry. Poetry is not A task, a poet is not a profession, it is an awakening of oneself, a thorough understanding of poetry. As long as we have the yearning heart, let us carefully read "The Complete Poems of Xu Zhimo" and discover ourselves. With unprecedented feelings.