On June 2, 1927, guoxue master Wang Guowei died of suicide at the age of 50 in Kunming Lake, Beiping Summer Palace.
Somehow, after watching "The Pianist on the Sea" late at night, I remembered Wang Guowei, the author of "Words and Words on Earth".
Born in 1900 in 1900, if there really is such a genius pianist in the world, his fate, his ambition, his "rather than die", in a way, the man who was born and died in the Virginia in the west, and the kingdom dimension in the East, seem to have the same frequency resonance of the soul.
But in fact, no matter who they are, they may be dismissive of each other.
Looking at the world, perhaps no one is qualified to try to understand them.
It is not clear whether it is the cause of the times or the personal reason, in short, 1900 resolutely chose to live and die with the ship.
People say that what he cannot give up is his spiritual home.
So, is it possible that if he had been born on land and played the piano on land, he would have become a man who would never have been on a ship for the rest of his life? Or is it that the sea can give birth to his unique talent, and apart from that, there is no piece of soil that can grow him?
A fixed number of keys, no more than 2,000 passengers at a time, was, 1900 wanted, a small country widow?
Do we mortals have the right to demand what kind of world, what kind of era, what kind of scene we live in?
No, we don't.
However, 1900 there was.
Because, not only did he have the courage to fight, but he also had the talent to self-destruct, whether he said that his music would never leave him, or that he casually threw the record into the trash, and the talent he possessed, and he had to guard the talent with a very pure, very strong spiritual purity.
Max gets on board, Max plays trumpet, Max gets off, Max goes on the boat again to find 1900, is Max domesticated? Willing?
Yes and no.
Max was just a man of less dazzling talent and less intense spiritual purity, and even though he was one of the few beings for most people, 1900 was the only one in the world compared to 1900.
Let God's be to God, and Satan's be to Satan.
Perhaps, all our lives, we are mortals between God and Satan, love and hate, fame and fortune, stuffed with us, we are full of fat, heart congestion and waste generally exist, so we feel deeply bound to the world, entangled, so we are in love.
But in 1900, he was just a child who wandered the world by accident and then disappeared for no reason.
His music is his raft for the world, a flat boat, to take him, to take him, he has also had attachments, he has also thought about getting off the ship, between the great waves of the world and the depths of the ocean, he understands that he can only return to the depths of the sea and return to heaven, because if he disembarks, he will have no feet, he will become mortal- in his view, incomparably terrible mortal.
If you are just living the walking dead, what joy is there in life?
If the soul can be highly unified with the self until death, there is no fear of death.
The arrogance of 1900 was his disdain for the noise and bustle of the mundane.
And insisted on this arrogance of genius before death came.
Max's crying and tears are that he knows why genius is genius, and he understands that genius is destined to be genius, and he loves genius and hates genius.
Love is love that he has stayed in the world for a short time, lit up the light in the dark times, hate is hated that he refuses to condescend for this lonely, prosperous, empty world, and then give a star and a little light.
Was Max crying in 1900 without ever having worldly happiness, fame, wealth, home, warmth and love?
No.
Max wept, was a despicable society, and could not leave a 1900.
And Max and we, keep losing 1900, and eventually, losing 1900 completely.
If you get off the ship in 1900, will everything be okay?
I don't know.
But in 1900, it was true that it was never possible to get off the ship.
This is the fate of genius.
Just like Zhang Ailing, she escaped from prison in her life.
We are tearfully sad and sigh with our wrists, but dust for genius.
So why should we grieve?
It is better to respect their choice.
What if you don't choose respect?
Genius should be forgiven.
Perhaps it should be said that we don't even deserve to forgive.
They are shooting stars across the night sky, and it is enough that we are fortunate enough to see them.
Talk about blaming meteors for not staying in the night sky for a long time, and how to forgive meteors for being as short as fireworks.
We can only remain silent, can't we?
The text is original, and the pictures come from the internet.