Reflections of Columbia: Life is always not knowing how to be good
I was still shallow in my knowledge, and I went to read mr. Mu Xin's book, and even if I calmed down and read it, I still didn't understand much. Probably experienced too little to see the outside world.
I have not seen much of the world, and I have not yet formed a unique three views, so I almost finished reading this book with a confused and curious mentality and wanting enlightenment.
I can't say what I understood, but I can feel from Mu Xinyou's prose that he follows the handwriting of the East to present the posture of the West.
The tone is laid back, but as a reader, it is too difficult for me to keep up with him. It's heavy, it's choking, it's slow.
After reading it, my feeling is that Mr. Mu Xin is really a great artist who understands everything, and he can describe everything he can do so lightly and meaningfully, like a vivid symbol, which can be picked up and put down. In the process of reading, I constantly imagined the image of Mr. Mu Xin, "calm", "cute", "loving", "artist".
In short, I haven't read it clearly, but I have some vague feelings.
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I love the article "Childhood Goes Away" very much, and when I was a child, I remembered that the mountain was alive and well on paper. When he saw a beautiful celadon water bowl as a child, he was scolded for missing his mouth; after the very cherished bowl sent by the old Taoist priest fell on the mountain, he had to ask his mother to find it, but finally the small bowl came out like a lotus leaf.
"The bowl was flattened in a sharp whirlpool, like a small lotus leaf with a broken stem, leaning, drifting away from the back of the ship ... , looking at what could not be seen - I could not wake up."
After the small bowl is lost again, he will not make trouble, as if people always have to experience their own mistakes once, the willfulness of the child for the first time, and then their own behavior always has to pay for themselves, and they no longer say anything. In the last paragraph, Mr. Mu Xin did not make a piece of meat and hemp article because of the recollection of the past, but just lightly clicked: childhood has passed, and people still have to return to reality.
"Looking back now, it is a terrible prophecy, and in my life, there are indeed many such things, more than the kilns, the precious things and people that are a hundred times more precious and a thousand times more precious, and some of them have been taken away one by one, and some of them have even been broken. At that time, the floating cup, followed by my childhood. ”
I thought that "seeing through" was a feeling that I had after going through the years, but now I feel that Mr. Mu Xin's seeing through is in my bones, and it has nothing to do with age. See through the full of humanity, behind the sadness.
Whether it is through or broken, it makes me feel shocked. In the "Bamboo Show", it is quite interesting to write about diet, words, rain and snow, and at the same time, it is written that "people are afraid of loneliness, afraid to the point of shamelessness." In other words, some of man's shameless deeds are committed out of fear of loneliness. "Whether you see through it or break it, you always feel that your heart is being spied on, and behind it is cold sorrow and panic."
Or read more books, increase some knowledge, a deep sense of inferiority is about to erupt, the next time you come to read this book, I hope to have a more unique understanding of myself.
(2) Some favorite book excerpts
Man is afraid of loneliness, afraid to the point of shamelessness. In other words, some of man's shameless deeds are committed out of fear of loneliness.
The snooze of the young boy lang is precious and blameless, because it is impossible to ask for it later.
You must act with sincerity, and contrivance is not happy.
I know what life is, I don't know how to be good at all times, so I listen to the flowers in the wind, I am accustomed to looking at the tower with vague propositions, and I loudly satirize the battlefield in the rain under a small umbrella -- anything, when it is to go to the first meaning, there is a second meaning revealed, and I often feel that the second meaning is easier for me to approach, and it is suitable for me, like a baby carriage on the tombstone, and the hot bread presses the three-page will, so that the sunny afternoon is also lost in the second sense.
I have no other pleasure, whenever there is a little pleasure, sorrow rushes up first, what is sorrow, to know what sorrow is, there is no sorrow - what is life, life is like this, some things have not been done, must be done... There are other things that are done and not done well. No walks tomorrow.
Looking back now, it was a terrible prophecy, and in my life, there were indeed many such things, and things and people that were a hundred times more precious than the kilns, and things and people that were a hundred times more precious and a thousand times more precious, had all been thrown out of their hands one by one, and some of them were even broken. At that time, the floating cup, followed by my childhood.