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When I first read this book, I was a little confused about the words in the book. What is "lover"? What is a "friend"? What is "mother"? No, words should never look at appearances. No matter who the object is, it is the projection of Klingsor's thoughts and Klingsor's own pursuit. When Klingsor died, what was left was Hesse who "leave aside the specific object, as long as love is enough". Therefore, love is not a request, but a reflection of one's own needs. My lover, you have never given me "love", but I am giving myself "love".

Suddenly I felt that Hesse also had a very strong inner strength, which may have been created by his environment. He was different from other writers. Hesse was unique. There is no one in the world who could live such a desperate life and live such a great and admirable life like Hesse. Certain feelings about life are incomparably consistent. Hesse's books are worth reading again and again in my life.

I think the author is actually describing a state he was in at that time, a kind of aftermath after a blow. Old conflicts are fading, and new ones appear again. He has not yet recovered from the previous state, and the new state brings new challenges. The author realizes that the contradictions cannot stop, but all contradictions have a day when opposites are unified. On that day, the author will no longer pursue the existence of free will, no longer question whether he should be a wanderer, and no longer search. The Arctic Ocean and the Nile River merge in the clouds, and the contradictions disappear. Even if we are still on the road, we are already in our hometown.

I had read Hesse's "Siddhartha" before, but what surprised me was that the style of this book was completely different. From my personal point of view, compared to the calmness and restraint of "Siddhartha", I prefer the enthusiasm and wantonness of this book. From a certain perspective, Klingsor's lifestyle is a rebellion against secular life. Klingsor, who embraced nature, was surrounded by only beautiful scenery and art. He openly expressed his love for all things in the world and tried his best to stretch his body and mind. He drank and sang with his friends, and was affectionate with his lover, pouring out the purest colors and emotions on the canvas. I think this is not the so-called indulgence and irrationality. On the contrary, there is an absolute sobriety in Klingsor. It is precisely because he is facing the inevitable death that he has the courage to refuse self-deception and compromise with fate, but to confront the gradual death with the most passionate life. In this last summer of indulgence and sobriety, despair and enthusiasm, in the face of the fate that he knew would eventually perish, Klingsor lived his last summer into a gorgeous work of art, giving each moment of joy and pain a unique meaning. I really like the colorful and dynamic scenery descriptions interspersed in the text, which gives people a strong visual impact and fluidity of the picture. This intense scenery is full of expressionist style, symbolizing Klingsor's psychological activities. It is an externalization and echo of Klingsor's inner world, allowing readers to directly feel his almost painful love and reluctance for the world. In addition, I noticed something very interesting about Klingsor's paintings - his paintings are both precise in line and composition, and full of original and wild creation. This form of artistic presentation hints at Klingsor's understanding of life—not only clearly recognizing that life is limited, but also enjoying every moment intoxicated. This lifestyle intertwined with rationality and sensibility, restraint and indulgence enabled him to maximize the tension of life. I hope that we can all have the courage to pursue romance and passion, abandon the fear of nothingness and destiny, dare to give it a go and pursue the purity of life, and find our own eternity in each of the short and fleeting moments.

This book made me feel the warmth of summer and the splendor of life. Klingsor searched for himself during his summer wanderings. His experience made me understand that life requires constant exploration and experimentation to find the true self. The descriptions in the book are very delicate, making me feel as if I was actually there, feeling that summer full of charm and mystery. This is a book worth reading again and again, and you will have different insights each time.

I came here because of her fame, but I didn't intend to steal her writing and leave. I loved her sincerely, but I didn't intend to stop loving her. It's a pity that my senior year in high school, my school, and my future didn't give me the possibility to be selfish with fruitless love. Sorry and thank you for those meltdown days, lyr.

The world is getting more and more beautiful. I was alone, but at ease. I want nothing more than to be exposed to the sun. I long for maturity. Be ready to die, be ready to be reborn.

The place where contradictions and opposites cease is nirvana. We should all work hard to live up to every little bit of luck and beauty.

The height of literature is beyond my reach. This work is so beautiful. Klingsor's summer was melancholy, but he still cheered up. He endured loneliness and burned with abandon in his last summer (this last summer refers to the last summer of his painting career)

Klingsor is Hesse, the two are unified. The descriptions in the book are beautiful. As I read it slowly, I felt like I could be immersed in those beautiful scenery. I don't know why the scenery in the movie about Heidi and his grandfather appeared in my mind, but I didn't understand the core of the book. Klingsor is Hesse. He may be enjoying, lonely, and happy... This is the first time I saw (Li Du) in a foreign work. Maybe those who can appreciate Li Du will also be open-minded people.

Abundance in the spiritual world cures all the bitterness in real life

The beautiful feelings about nature and gods, and the contradiction between free-spirited art and reality can all be deeply understood in this book. It is equivalent to an autobiography of Hesse. If you want to know more about Hesse, you cannot miss this book.

Gorgeous rhetoric, beautiful language, and fairy tale-like scenery seem to have strayed into a fairyland. The beauty is not like reality, as if living in Shangri-La or in a dream.

This book was the most difficult for me to read, because after reading it once, I seemed to have forgotten the content, and maybe I didn't like it. But after reading the first half, I seemed to have grasped the main points. However, due to intermittent fluctuations, after five or six days, I read the last chapter again, and the previous content was vague again.

Even if it hurts, even if it bleeds, as long as you can feel that your soul is alive.

First of all, I was attracted by Hesse's writing. The language of this book is beautiful The content is also very romantic It's the kind of thing where you seem to understand but don't understand dreamlike feeling this is literature Literature is an art and a feeling Hesse's works give me this feeling Klingsor's Wine Glass and Sunflowers The paintbrush he refused to put down until death That is the persistent pursuit of art It is also an interpretation of self-existence It's really philosophical sentences inside I want to excerpt every chapter

The first time I read Hesse's book, I didn't understand it very well, but the words in the book are very beautiful. "A more passionate and shorter summer has begun. Although these hot days are long, they burn like flags and disappear in the blazing flames. The short moist moonlit night is followed by the short moist rainy night, just like a dream that suddenly changes, stirring up the brilliance of the week." "The world is soap bubbles, opera, hilarious absurdity." "They were immersed in the early morning hours. All around them, meadowsweet exuded a rich fragrance, and the dew spider webs on the edge of the forest were swaying. They walked down the warm forest slope and came to the valley of Pampamboo. The bright yellow houses on the yellow streets were limp and listless in the heat, and the willow trees on the dry creek were flooded. With their foil-white sheen, their branches hung heavily on the golden lawn. The group of friends walked through the pink streets and through the steaming green valley: the men wore white and yellow linen silks, and the women wore white and pink dresses. "They sit high on the swaying swing, above the abyss of world and night, like birds in a golden cage, without home [7], without sorrow, facing the stars. They sing, these birds sing exotic songs, their boiling hearts are dreaming, blending into the night, sky, The forest merges into the mysterious and magical universe. The echoes come from the stars and the moon, from the forest mountains, where Goethe sits, and Hafez[8], the warm Egypt and the sincere Greece are fragrant, Mozart smiles, and Hugo Wolff[9] plays the piano in the crazy night."

I am alone, but I feel at ease. I want nothing more than to be exposed to the sun.

This book is very romantic and fantasy, and I have never had such a normal summer. Klingsor's inner world is extremely rich, but he also has the most common and worldly "lust". Lingering atmosphere, warm summer. I am also good at writing essays, and I long for the same midsummer as him. I long to perch by the quiet stream in midsummer, listen to the chirping of cicadas, and look at the sky. There is a big difference between reality and fantasy. I just want to have a place where my spirit can rest. The above are just my personal thoughts

""The world is getting more and more beautiful. I was alone, but at ease. I want nothing more than to be exposed to the sun. I long for maturity. Be ready to die, be ready to be reborn. " "The path to relief goes neither to the left nor to the right, it leads within yourself. " "Even when we wander, every road leads us home. " "If I die, the world will die; then I will cross the ocean of the world to pick up a new sun. " "Heart, you have been torn apart in such pain. Now, let go and explore how joyful it is. You don't have to think, you don't have to know, just breathe, just feel! " "My thing is to swing between many tense oppositions and to be ready when a miracle strikes me; my thing is to never be satisfied and to endure insecurity. " "There, where contradictions and opposites cease, is Nirvana. "

A kind of conflicting and intense emotions overflowed, and the unwarranted resonance stretched out its tentacles to harass me. Hesse opened himself up, and what was left was a thousand Hamlets.

Reading "The Summer of Klingsor" feels like walking in a white land, listening to the author narrating his story, lingering in my mind, savoring the peace and connection in it. Is this a destruction or a new life? The destruction caused by the war makes us have to fall into meditation and explore a new path.

"The world is becoming more and more beautiful. I am alone, but I am at ease. I want nothing more than to be exposed to the sun. I long for maturity. I am ready to die, ready to be reborn. The world is getting more and more beautiful. "

Winter will come again and again, and people who should meet will meet again, so we don't have to worry about regrets all the time. But learn to expect. The waters of the world will meet, and the ice ocean and the Nile will blend in the warm clouds. This ancient and beautiful metaphor makes the moment sacred. Every road will take us home

Recently I like to read Hesse's books, which soothe my internal friction. The thoughts in the book are very profound. Life is just experience. Don't regard death as a disaster or misfortune. We will eventually reach nirvana in the place of death.

Reading this book is very taxing on the brain. You have to constantly look up information, sometimes you have to ask for answers, and you even have to imagine and substitute. [Smile][smile][smile][smile][smile][smile][smile][smile][smile][I also recommend it]

Free, desirable

The place where contradictions and opposites cease is nirvana.

I am full of regrets about this book. Perhaps at this age, I do not have the depth of Hesse's thoughts when he wrote this book. I cannot well understand the thoughts and emotions he wants to express and the deep meaning behind his intention or character creation. All in all, I just don't get it. I came here because of its reputation, and was attracted by a very classic passage in this book, but after reading this book, I felt that nothing happened, because I didn't understand it. I didn't understand why the color black brought him out and brought him out again. What did he want to express? What were his poems that I thought were limericks? Is there any profound meaning? Maybe this is the disconnect between my thinking and what he wants to express. Maybe one day when I read this book again, I will gain something, but at this stage, I cannot understand this book at my age, so this book should be more suitable for delicate inner emotions. Let people with more experience read it, maybe their feelings will be much richer than mine. Then again, this isn't the first time I've experienced this feeling of nothing happening. When I read the famous Norwegian Forest, I had a similar feeling. Maybe I couldn't appreciate such a writing style that was too literary and delicate. I always feel that this kind of article is full of profound meaning, but ordinary people like me cannot understand it. I read it over and over again, and it seemed like that was all. I don't feel that he has such a huge reputation in my literary circle. Of course, I am not questioning Hesse's literary level. I just feel that my current level may not be up to par. After all, I once read his thoughts on reading when I was studying. I think his understanding of a masterpiece in that paragraph is still impressive to me. All in all, I think if your literary level is very high and your emotions are very delicate and rich, you can give it a try. Maybe it's because I'm not suitable for such obscure words.

Beauty and freedom love and peace Human beings are noble and secretive, like a large field of windward daisies taking root in the wilderness. ——2024.9.14