My only thought after reading it is that these chapters should be read at a desk. Reading articles like this on a mobile phone always feels a little confusing. The author's writing is as good as ever.
It's so well written that I can't describe my feelings after reading it.
That era created a situation where grandma knew you were a girl and felt uncontrollably disappointed; but out of love for her grandchildren, she still told you what she knew and brought you up.
There is a sentence that touches me deeply. We don't know when we will forget the profound memories. When we try to recall them, we can only shake our heads and say 'I don't remember'. My current memory makes it very clear to me that the once precious memories are slowly being forgotten by me. I am so familiar with this process that I can predict the current situation when I can still recall it. It's funny, I remember exactly what I predicted, and even the thoughts and mockery I had when I predicted it, but I just forgot about the parts of my life that I wanted to remember.
A thousand readers commemorate a thousand Hamlets, and the publication of articles has never been for the purpose of seeking an answer.
It's about finding people who resonate with it.
The interesting point of the article is that it can be interpreted in thousands of ways in the eyes of different people. You say it is a sheep, they say it is a horse, and someone comes over and says it is actually a deer. There is no standard answer. The absence of answers is the end of literature.
One of the many theories on the origin of literature is the "Imitation Theory" proposed by the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, which believed that literature and art originated from the imitation of nature. Aristotle upgraded this theory to: Literature not only originates from human beings' imitation of nature and social life, but is also an instinct rooted in human nature.
God has not deprived you of your ability to describe the world as an observer, rememberer, and recorder, so there is no need to redeem it.
Wait until the next round of moonlight shines into the hillside; the next autumn wind blows; the next winter snow falls... The tentacles dormant in your body to explore the world will naturally come to life, and the moonlight that has been observed and polished by you countless times suddenly becomes brighter. 🤩
We keep losing all kinds of things, usually without realizing it. Until one day, we suddenly look back and look at a part of our past from a distance, and realize that something seems to have been left behind.
Hahahahahaha, after all, there are 10,000 Hamlet in the hearts of 10,000 people. And the text itself is not accurate. We are all in the Tower of Babel.
Haha, I originally wanted to say not to be possessed by "Yu Zhen", but some people who glanced at the postscript may agree.
Time is like quicksand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it flows.
Why not embrace the world happily.
I understand very well what you said in this article.
What you said reminded me of the people you wrote about. Didn't you say you hope you will live well in the future? Why should we consume ourselves internally[question mark][loading]
Nothing is achieved, your article has already said that
My only thought after reading it is that these chapters should be read at a desk. Reading articles like this on a mobile phone always feels a little confusing. The author's writing is as good as ever.
It's so well written that I can't describe my feelings after reading it. That era created a situation where grandma knew you were a girl and felt uncontrollably disappointed; but out of love for her grandchildren, she still told you what she knew and brought you up. There is a sentence that touches me deeply. We don't know when we will forget the profound memories. When we try to recall them, we can only shake our heads and say 'I don't remember'. My current memory makes it very clear to me that the once precious memories are slowly being forgotten by me. I am so familiar with this process that I can predict the current situation when I can still recall it. It's funny, I remember exactly what I predicted, and even the thoughts and mockery I had when I predicted it, but I just forgot about the parts of my life that I wanted to remember.
A thousand readers commemorate a thousand Hamlets, and the publication of articles has never been for the purpose of seeking an answer. It's about finding people who resonate with it. The interesting point of the article is that it can be interpreted in thousands of ways in the eyes of different people. You say it is a sheep, they say it is a horse, and someone comes over and says it is actually a deer. There is no standard answer. The absence of answers is the end of literature.
One of the many theories on the origin of literature is the "Imitation Theory" proposed by the ancient Greek philosopher Democritus, which believed that literature and art originated from the imitation of nature. Aristotle upgraded this theory to: Literature not only originates from human beings' imitation of nature and social life, but is also an instinct rooted in human nature. God has not deprived you of your ability to describe the world as an observer, rememberer, and recorder, so there is no need to redeem it. Wait until the next round of moonlight shines into the hillside; the next autumn wind blows; the next winter snow falls... The tentacles dormant in your body to explore the world will naturally come to life, and the moonlight that has been observed and polished by you countless times suddenly becomes brighter. 🤩
We keep losing all kinds of things, usually without realizing it. Until one day, we suddenly look back and look at a part of our past from a distance, and realize that something seems to have been left behind.
Hahahahahaha, after all, there are 10,000 Hamlet in the hearts of 10,000 people. And the text itself is not accurate. We are all in the Tower of Babel.
Haha, I originally wanted to say not to be possessed by "Yu Zhen", but some people who glanced at the postscript may agree. Time is like quicksand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it flows. Why not embrace the world happily.
I understand very well what you said in this article.
What you said reminded me of the people you wrote about. Didn't you say you hope you will live well in the future? Why should we consume ourselves internally[question mark][loading]
Nothing is achieved, your article has already said that