120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 25

Chapter 2 Section 3 Life

[China] Shen Congwen

I was like why things are sad, I think of "life".

Every living person seems to have a life, what life is, most people have never thought of it, even "life" is not often thought of.I'm talking about examining one's own life apart from one's own life, which is rarely done among living people, because one is either a philosopher or a fool to do so. "Philosopher" is not the human nature of creatures, it is too far away from the animal nature of biological nature, and the rareness of the number just shows the ingenuity and solemnity of nature.Because nature needs people not to leave animals in order to pass on the seeds.Although there are joys and sorrows, most of them come from the small gains and losses in life.It is also expected to be compensated and adjusted for small gains and losses.If a person pursues abstraction all the time, even if the result will not violate nature, he will inevitably neglect nature, and the concept will hurt himself and confuse the society.Because when we pursue the "meaning" of life, we will inevitably conflict with all customary orders.Under the same circumstances, this human brain and hands can be used for each other, or can become a thinker, artist, brain and behavior can be used for each other, or can become a revolutionary.If they cannot be used for each other, a phenomenon of division will be caused, and in the end this person will become a lunatic.In fact, a philosopher or a lunatic, in violating biological principles and denying the natural order, turns his brain to abstract thinking, which has exactly the same meaning.

I am going crazy.Crazy for abstraction.I see some symbols, a piece of shape, a handful of lines, a kind of silent music, poetry without words.I see the most complete form of life, all of which exist well in the abstract, but disappear before the facts.

Who can use green bamboo as a bow and arrow, shoot into the sky and never fall?My imagination is like a long arrow that shoots towards the sky and never returns.What the long arrow shoots is in the blue, bright and quiet vast void.

If a wise man makes good use of his wisdom, he can read a short essay from the clouds and the sky, in which there are sighs and silences, colors and fragrances, love and resentment, no author's name, no date, no story, but the content is extremely soft.The void is silent, and there is music in the reader's soul.The void is bright and blue, but the reader's soul is bright and clean.

There is a slope on the stone road in front of the gate, and there are rows of green trees on the slope, with long trunks and weak branches, and green leaves piled up, like green wings, like feathers, like flags.There are often mountain spirits, with beautiful waists and white teeth, coming and going.Those who meet are dumb.Love can make a man dumb--a language that sings of death. "Love and death are neighbors".

However, abstract love can also bring people beyond life.Patriotism also requires life, and only those who are full of vitality can be patriotic.As for eunuchs, they really have no love. They seem to be enthusiastic about the country, but they are so-so about things, they have no emotion about people, and they are extremely frightened about ideals.He also married a wife and had children, studied and taught, and held meetings as an official, but he was always an eunuch mentally.Talking about this with eunuchs, of course, has no way of understanding.

The night dream is very strange.I saw a light green lily, with a weak neck and soft flowers, and the body of the flower was slightly spotted and green, leaning against the door and shaking slightly.There seems to be a very familiar voice calling from an unknown place:

"Look, there should be a star in the flower. Look carefully."

So reach out and touch it.The flower trembled slightly, as if timid.He also smiled again, as if he had something to rely on.Because of gently shaking the flower stalk, flower stalk, and petal.A few leaves near the flowers have all fallen.

If you hear a sigh, it is low and distinct.

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Just after the thunderstorm, I woke up to the sound of dogs barking in the distance.Barking like a leopard.Lying on the bed in a semi-confused meditation, I felt extremely melancholy.Because the lily shakes by the door, it is actually impossible to tremble or smile when touched!

When I got up, I wrote down the process, and used the semi-relief technique, like a jade worker to process a piece of jade, carving and cutting.When finished it looks like a mantelpiece.As exquisite as porcelain, as simple as bamboo.

Most people like to use educational status to measure a person's morality.Especially the morality of sex.In fact, things in this area are hard to say.Some people we should laugh at, but society often respects them, such as eunuchs.There are people that society deems sinful that we should praise, such as honesty.The views expressed by the majority are, as a rule, contrary to the truth.Most people are happy to maintain a sense of security or self-sufficiency in a hypocrisy.So I burned that manuscript.I am not afraid of society. I hate society and hypocrites. I don't want this perfect poem to be desecrated by hypocrites and unsexy women.

The lilies are very still.In the image, you are quiet.

In the valley, there should be white lilies with a slight tinge of light blue, with weak necks and long stalks, speechless, with a clear and light fragrance, and a beautiful body.The pollen is yellow, and the small leaves are green.

France once wrote a story "Red Lily", describing the place, all forms, and subtle changes of eros in life.I want to write "Green Lily", expressing images with forms.

【Together with you】

The Buddha is holding flowers and smiling on the ruins. In an abstract meaning, the meaning of life seems to be illuminated by a beam of light in an instant.Life sometimes seems to be a corridor composed of countless images.A wise man looks at love and hate, death and rebirth with a detached state of mind.

Life is the landing of the zero space in the universe. A piece of feathers draws a beautiful arc in the air and falls gently. Everything has settled down and returned to silence... In the autumn of life, I feel satisfied knowing the limit of life.Knowing the limits of life, and under rich experience, there is a harmony of tones, the richness of which can never be achieved.

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