How old was Gibran when he wrote the first draft of the Prophet? This book is not bad~

16 years old

○Selected reading

"Sand and Foam" written by Kahlil Gibran while wandering in a foreign land is so beautiful that people dare not look at it, just like the use of spent ink on Like bright words written on light paper, it is the most beautiful eulogy for life and love.

It has the sophistication of poetry and the rhythmic beauty of music, as well as the flexible and diverse expressiveness of prose; it has the seriousness and coldness of rational thinking, as well as the romance and lyricism of arias.

Author: Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) was born in Bushey, Lebanon, into a family with a strong religious atmosphere. During his childhood, his mother taught him Arabic and French, and hired a tutor to teach him English.

In 1883, Gibran moved to Boston, United States, with his mother, where he laid a solid foundation in English. In 1897, he returned to Lebanon to continue studying Arabic and French, and took courses in medicine, international law, religious history, and music. During the summer, Gibran traveled to various parts of the Middle East with his father, and his mind suddenly became enlightened.

At the age of 15, he wrote the first draft of "The Prophet" in Arabic. At the age of 16, he published his first prose poem and became interested in painting. After graduating from college, he traveled to Greece, Italy, Spain and other places. Subsequently, Gibran created a large number of works and began his writing career. In 1923, the English prose poetry collection "The Prophet" was published, establishing his immortal status in literary history.

Scarecrow

Once, I said to the Scarecrow: "You must be tired of standing alone in this empty wilderness."

He replied: "The joy of scaring others is long-lasting and deep, and I will never tire of it."

I thought about it and said, "It is true, I have experienced that kind of joy."

< p>He said: "Only people filled with straw can experience this kind of happiness."

Then I left, not knowing whether he was praising me or derogating me.

A year later, the scarecrow became a philosopher.

While passing by again, I saw two crows building a nest under his hat.

Another language

On the third day after birth, I lay in the soft and smooth cradle, looking at the new world around me in surprise. At this time, the mother asked the nurse: "How is my child?"

The nurse replied: "Madam, he is fine. I fed him three times. I have never seen such a small baby. So happy."

I was very angry and cried: "Mom, this is not true. My bed is very hard, the milk I drink is bitter, and the breast milk smells bad. I feel very uncomfortable. ”

But my mother didn’t understand, and neither did the nurse, because I spoke the language of the world I came from.

When I was baptized on the twenty-first day of my life, the pastor said to my mother: "Madam, you should really be happy that your son was born a Christian."

I was surprised and said to the pastor: "Then your mother in heaven will be unhappy because you are not a born Christian."

However, the pastor could not understand my language either. .

One day after seven waning and full moons, a fortune teller looked at me and said to my mother: "Your son will become a statesman and a great leader of mankind."

< p>I cried loudly: "That is a wrong prophecy, because I will become a musician, only a musician, nothing else."

Even at that time, others still Didn't understand my language - I was so shocked.

Thirty-three years have passed, during which time my mother, nurse, and priest have all died (God bless their souls) and the fortune teller has lived. Yesterday I met him at the door of the church. During the conversation, he said: "I have known for a long time that you will become a great musician. I predicted your future when you were born."

I believe him ——Because now I have also forgotten the language of that world.

Sleepwalker

In the town where I was born, there lived a woman and her daughter who often sleepwalked.

One night, when silence enveloped the earth, the mother and daughter began to sleepwalk again. They met in the garden shrouded in mist.

The mother spoke: "Finally, my enemy, you have destroyed my youth after all - you have built your life on the destruction of my life! How I want to kill you! "

The daughter spoke: "Oh, hateful woman, old and selfish, you have hindered my freedom, you have made my life an echo of your dim life! How wonderful it would be if you were to die! "

At that moment, a rooster crowed, and both mother and daughter woke up. The mother asked gently: "Dear, is it you?" The daughter also gently replied: "It's me, dear mother.

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