Thousands of years ago, in winter, the snow was extremely heavy, and the mountains and rivers of Yongzhou turned white overnight. On the surface of the river, a lone angler sits on his own.
If Mr. Rodin, the famous French painter, condensed the pain of the thinker into a statue, then Liu Zongyuan abstracted the thinking of the lonely as a poem. "Thousands of mountains and birds must fly" "Lonely fishing in the cold river and snow". In the eyes of the world, Liu Zongyuan is lonely, and that lonely fishing rod has fished out the sadness hidden in the hearts of the people. The world just saw a lonely back, but did not touch its gorgeous heart. As everyone knows, true lonely people are not alone, they have their own channels to express their emotions and thoughts. Just like Jiang Ziya's straight hook fishing in the Weishui River, it is not alone, but the courage and ambition of the world.
Obviously, the loneliness that the world hates is arranged in layers.
For example, the solo mode. Some people walk alone, and even have a lot of thoughts about their ideals. Back then, by the Miluo River, Qu Yuan chanted all the way, and several people could understand the sobriety and tenacity in his "Li Sao". Hundreds of years ago, on the shore of Walden Lake, Mr. Thoreau was in company with vegetation and neighbors with animals and animals. He planted beans and melons, as well as young souls that had been bitten by loneliness. Then, an outgoing carriage, carrying an eighty-year-old man, wandered in the desolate town station. At that time, Mr. Tolstoy had completely broken with his class, family, and all kinds of prosperity. Winds and rains, horse bells, no matter how great a person is, they all experience a turn of the theater of life. The prosperity is shaken down, and the new life will still follow the footsteps of the predecessors and continue to move forward.
Another example is Purdue Form. Or endure their own pain, or wish for the happiness of others, but the soul can become more abundant in the suffering of soaking. Du Fu is a typical representative. Even though I have no fixed place and food, what I am thinking about is the compassion of "the vast mansions have been settled, and the people of the world will be happy." Between the world, solitary, struggling wings, more and more immobile loneliness and silence, poetry is the wings that allow thoughts and emotions to fly, enough to cross the Chu River and Han boundaries, thousands of rivers and mountains. For example, the sentimental talent Li Shutong boasted that he watched Hong Chen all over, and began the most painful practice. In the end, the world was born Master Hongyi. Profound and heavy wisdom was presented to the world, and the public began to think about the meaning of life. As for the extent to which different minds can comprehend, we can only look at the IQ and fate of "harmony but difference".
There was a singer named Piao Shu. Back then, he sang "Farewell" while hiding his face and weeping. Whether he was trapped in the dust or jumping out of the Three Realms, which soul full of longing was not searching for it at every step and sorrowing for himself. . In fact, the loneliness that the world can't escape is not terrible, and it's just a contest of reason if you are trapped in loneliness and can't extricate yourself. The high-level lonely person is just in the process of walking and exploring, reconciling with the world and confronting contradictions face to face, breaking new ground amidst setbacks. This emotion is definitely not the painful self-adjustment of Mr. Thoreau on the shore of Walden Lake, but the spiritual pastoral under Tao Yuanming's hoe. Poor, but self-adapted and self-sufficient. In response to Nietzsche’s words: "If you long for the peace and happiness of your soul, believe in it; if you are to be a disciple of the truth, explore."
Su Shi, born in Bashu, has ill-fated destiny and often goes downhill. The world has a soft and tough back. The drizzle in Huangzhou, the light breeze in Huizhou, the sea tide in Danzhou... can all clear the haze on the way. Thousands of years later, when Mr. Lin Yutang talked about loneliness, he revealed the obvious legacy of Su Zi. He said that the words "loneliness" were separated. There are children, fruits, dogs, mosquitoes and flies, enough to support a midsummer evening. The entrance of the alley is full of human touch. There is a lot of laughter in the prosperous world, but I have spare time. Children, fruits, cats and dogs, flies...Of course it’s lively, but none of it has anything to do with you. This is called loneliness. This situation is exactly like Mr. Zhu Ziqing's lotus pond under the moon. For everyone, the loneliness that is difficult to eradicate, indeed exudes a touch of beauty, and becomes the iron scissors and wooden comb that filter the soul.
In 1965, Mr. Marquez quit all his jobs and gave all his belongings-five thousand dollars to his wife, and then began to write in retreat. After that, he only asked about anything in the world and devoted himself to creating "A Hundred Years of Solitude." Undoubtedly, creation and loneliness are closely tied together, and the outside world simply cannot appreciate the taste.
In 1988, Mr. Lu Yao wrote the last word of the manuscript. After that, he washed his face with hot water, glanced in the mirror to describe his withered self, and then burst into tears. After spending six years in "The Ordinary World", he was finally able to pick ripe fruits after hard work and suffering, leaving behind his own spiritual writing. It seems that the best way to get rid of loneliness is not to be afraid, and then slowly walk into it, use it skillfully, and enjoy it deeply. Only in this way can the mind be unblocked and penetrate the philosophical thinking.
It's really peculiar-loneliness requires tranquility. Any impetuousness and emptiness will detract from its natural magic. Haruki Murakami once said: "It is a dream of my life to stay alone at the bottom of the well." I hope everyone will have a quiet bottom of the well, a long lakeside, and a pastoral garden with birds singing. People are at peace and lonely, and under the moon, they can always catch the struggle and joy of their own. After all, loneliness also breeds peculiar power.
