The so-called "feeling" is passive, allowing things in nature to touch my senses and heart. These two words have a very broad meaning.
Seeing the color, hearing the sound, is the feeling; seeing the color and knowing its beauty, hearing the sound and knowing its sum, is also feeling. The same beauty, the same harmony, and the degree of beauty and harmony that each person sees varies according to the talent situation.
For example, there is a pine on the side of the road, and you see it and you only think that it can be cut down to build a ship; I see that it can make people cool; others may say that it is very suitable for painting, or that it is a symbol of high wind and bright festivals.
For example, there is a beggar on the street, and I can only see his disheveled face and think he is very annoying; when you see him, you show compassion and give him a copper; and when others see him, they may immediately make a wish to overthrow the social system. These people react differently, all because of the strong and weak sensitivity.
The reason why the genius of the world is genius is of course due to his great creativity, and his sensitivity is particularly stronger than that of ordinary people.
For example, poets and artists, he can see what you can't see, and he can smell what you can't smell. The insensitive person is not the case, you ask Bo Ya to play the piano to him, and he only thinks of the cotton smith playing cotton.
Feeling can also be said to be "appreciation", but appreciation is only one aspect of feeling. The happiest people in the world are not only the most active people, but also the most appreciative people.
The so-called appreciation is to find fun in life. Just like drinking tea, the thirsty man only swallows it with a full mouth, but the person who can drink tea takes a sip and can appreciate the flavor.
Those who can appreciate the fun everywhere will never be silent, nor will they be bored.
Zhu Zi has a poem that says: "Half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows linger together, asking where the canal is as clear as promised?" For there is a source of living water to come. "It's a beautiful state.
You close your eyes and think about it, print this picture in your head, and then imagine that this half acre of square pond is your own heart, and you see how comfortable this poem is compared to the bittersweetness of life!
The average person's life is dry, just because there is no sky light and cloud shadow in their "half acre square pond", and there is no source of living water, and this source of living water is the fun to appreciate.
The ability to appreciate fun is of course half due to talent, and half is also due to cultivation.
It is easier to see the fun in the quiet. There is a law in physics that says that two things cannot coexist in the same space at the same time. This law also makes sense psychologically.
Ordinary people can't feel interesting, most of them are too busy in their hearts, not empty, so they don't work.
When I call "stillness," I mean the ethereal spirit of the mental world, not the silence of the material world, which will never be silent.
The more ethereal your state of mind is, the less you feel that the world of things is silent, or I can go further, the more ethereal your mind is, the less you feel that the world of things is noisy.
Therefore, Xi Jing does not have to enter the Empty Valley, nor does he have to learn Buddhist meditation and meditation.
Quiet and idle are also different. Many idle people do not have to be able to appreciate the fun of quiet, and those who can appreciate the fun of quiet do not have to be idle.
In the midst of a hundred busy, in the clamor of the dust market, you accidentally throw everything away, leisurely reverie, and there seems to be a flash of inspiration in your heart, and infinite enlightenment will come from the source. That's the hustle and bustle.
I'm making these remarks as footnotes to two poems that everyone knows. These two verses are "All things are self-sufficient in contemplation, and the four times are happy with people." "Probably the poet's appreciation is greater than that of the average person.
Recently, Zhou Qimeng's "Book of Rainy Days" quotes a haiku by the Japanese Kobayashi Kazucha: "Don't fight, the fly rubs his hands, rubs his feet." "I think this situation is really beautiful.
If you understand this verse, you will understand what I call quiet fun. There are also many Chinese poets who have reached this realm. Now I'll just write a few words for you on the whim:
"Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west, fish play lotus leaf south, fish play lotus leaf north." - Ancient poem, author's name 佚
"The mountains are clean and misty, and the warmth is slightly small." There is a wind from the south, and the wings are new seedlings. ——Tao Yuanming, "Fortune of Time"
"Under the eastern fence of the chrysanthemum, leisurely see the South Mountain." The mountain atmosphere is good day and night, and the birds are returning. —— Tao Yuanming, "Drinking"
"Watching the fluttering, hand waving five strings." Pitching and self-satisfied, wandering is too mysterious. "——Uncle Night", "Sending a Show to Join the Army"
"Leaning on the cane outside the wood door, the wind listens to the twilight cicadas." The sun sets over the head of the river, and there is lonely smoke in the ruins. --Wang Mojie, "Gift to Peidi"
In poems like this kind that describe quiet fun, the Tang Dynasty has the most five words. As long as you play carefully, you can see that there is another scene in this universe, which you have not seen before.
In my life, I am not afraid of being stupid, nor am I afraid of people who are overly intelligent, but I just try to force myself to talk to people who are not interesting, and I really feel bitter.
You don't have to talk much to interesting people, just be silent and understand, you can feel the supreme happiness among friends. Do you probably feel the same way sometimes?
Zhu Guangqian (September 19, 1897 – March 6, 1986), courtesy name Mengshi, was a famous modern and contemporary aesthetician, literary theorist, educator and translator in Dai'ao Village, Qilin Town, Zongyang County, Anhui Province.
He graduated from the Faculty of Letters of the University of Hong Kong in 1922. In 1925, he studied at the University of Edinburgh, where he devoted himself to the study and research of literature, psychology and philosophy, and later received his doctorate in philosophy from the University of Strasbourg in France. After returning to China in 1933, he successively served as a professor at Peking University, Sichuan University, and Wuhan University. Since 1946, he has been teaching at Peking University, teaching aesthetics and Western literature. On March 6, 1986, Zhu Guangqian died.
His major works include "Tragic Psychology", "Literary and Art Psychology", "History of Western Aesthetics", "Talking about Beauty" and so on. In addition, his theoretical readings such as "On Literature" and "On The Beauty of Books" are in-depth and simple, the content is practical, the writing is fluent, and it is quite enlightening to improve the writing ability and art appreciation ability of young people, including "The Complete Works of Zhu Guangqian". The classic works of the aesthetic master are condensed, "Thick Fallen Leaves Listen to the Sound of Rain" and "A Liter of Dew and a Liter of Flowers".