I have seen a list online, listing seven most popular but hard to understand world-class masterpieces.
In addition to the four classic classics in China, they are foreign "Hundred Years of Solitude", "Ulysses" and " Reminiscing the Years Like Water ".
Marcel Proust 's "Remembrance of the Years" is known as "one of the greatest novels in the history of world literature in the 20th century."
It is like the brightest and most distant pearl in the long river of human culture, making people awe-inspiring and deterring.
However, when you read this book patiently, your ordinary life may have more tempering and more poetry, becoming the most unforgettable moment in your life.
Life is not the days we live
but the days we remember
"Remembering the Years Like Water" is a memoir-style autobiographical novel. The narrator Proust has been pursuing and looking for the goals and meaning of life.
Until the end, he no longer wasted time and pursued everywhere.
He found that life itself is the greatest meaning.
Once, he ate a Madelena cake soaked in tea. Specifically, the moment the spoon touched the upper jaw, something wonderful happened:
A kind of beautiful pleasure spread throughout my body, making me feel transcendent and sublimated, but I don’t understand the reason.
This pleasure immediately made me feel indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, calmly deal with the troubles of life, and don’t care about the fantasy life...
The smell and taste of this little snack is so long and familiar, reminding him of the taste he tasted at his aunt’s house in his childhood.
The beautiful years spent there are replaying in my mind like lightning.
As he sighed:
"People are lost, everything in the past is gone, only the smell and taste will remain for a long time.
Although weaker, it is tougher and more loyal, just like Soul.
On the ruins of all things, let people think about it, wait, and look forward to it."
And that day the protagonist was invited to the Gamute Mansion. After stepping into the compound, he was thinking about his thoughts and didn't care about the cars he drove around him. When he quickly dodged, he accidentally stepped on the uneven paving stone.
Before this, he was still worried about other things.
However, when he staggered back and stepped on the uneven stone, he broke his face and smiled, and his heart suddenly turned sad to joy.
This subtle feeling reminded him of different periods of life, when he smiled with a smile:
For example, when the servant came in gently, in order not to make a sound, he backfired and hit the spoon and the plate so that it made a sound.
This "ping-pong sound" reminded him of the time when he was driving on a train, he saw a worker knocking on the wheel with a hammer to check it. The crisp sound and quiet echoes.
In this way, he couldn't help but fall into beautiful reverie, just like discovering a treasure lost in his memory.
Who says the days gone forever?
When you really have it, memory will lead you to make a moment reappear yesterday.
The feeling of reunion is like a glass of old wine, just like an old friend who was once, so familiar, and will never fade in my heart as the passage of time.
As the author said:
When we see something, we feel happy, not because of the thing itself, but because it must be because it causes a memory of a beautiful feeling.
More than a year ago, they shot a video together, and Luo Huijuan played Stephen Chow's wife "Ms. Duan".
More than a few years later, he insisted on changing a lyric in the film to: "Once upon the time, love is still there."
When I was a child, I fell asleep every night, and my father always wrote a small peck-like kiss on my forehead.
His pouty lips and warm breath are still clearly remembered.
Movie " Dream Journey to " has a line: "The end of life is not death, but forgetting."
Time can flow away, but memories are engraved in my heart.
Our hazy first love, long homesickness, and the specialties of our hometown, and our mother's specialty.
these feelings will always be there, and these days have never been bleak.
As long as you truly live, give, and feel, the days you are remembered will become the eternality of life.
A life with memories is perfection.
The so-called love is just a personal expectation
Mr. Swan in the book is handsome, smart, living in the upper class, and has good artistic taste.
In the theater, he first met the socialite Odette (actually a senior prostitute).
At first he didn't feel anything, and he even felt a little disgusted.
However, when Swan accidentally discovered that Odette's appearance was similar to the women in the works of a painter he loved, his inner feelings immediately changed magically.
He began to observe, appreciate and stare at her from an aesthetic perspective.
Although Odette's beauty is not the kind he likes, "he found the basis from his aesthetic cultivation."
As he got along in depth, he found that this woman was not smart, had a clumsy, and had a vulgar view of things.
But in order not to lose love, he was willing to love her.
He regards her vanity as elegant, superficial as naive, and blame as concern.
He always accepts her opinions, goes into her social circle, and takes the initiative to like what she likes, and even imitates her lifestyle habits.
However, such efforts have not received equal emotions.
Social flower is hard to change in nature. He is angry, indifferent, and alienated again and again.
is like mirage in the air, the beauty he sees is a kind of imagination and illusion.
As the book says: "Just use the other party as the carrier and love the fantasies and feelings in his heart."
The so-called love he regards as faith in his heart is just derived from his full personal expectations.
Similar to this, Proust fell deeply in love with the girl Albertina.
They are in the garden, beach, and playground together, leaving unforgettable sweetness.
But when he really embraced her as his wife, he found painfully that the other party had an too close relationship with a female companion.
Jealousy, suspicious, helpless, like a poisonous snake, entangling Proust's heart all the time.
He wants to have her completely, but he can't limit her.
He wanted to leave her, but he couldn't make up his mind.
He tried every means to correct her completely.
Until the end, he used imprisonment to stop her perverted psychology and overflowing emotions.
But how can feelings be forced in extreme ways?
Finally, she left a note and disappeared in front of him.
When she heard her name again, she had accidentally fallen to death due to riding a horse.
However, even though the beauty has passed away, the deep fire of jealousy has never been extinguished in Proust's heart.
He has been in a sensitive and entangled state, and even at a certain moment, he is still trying to find evidence that he deserves to be loved...
Swan's love is not obtained, and he is deeply trapped with Proust's mud feet. These two loves are mirror images of each other, but they are different.
Their love is more like loving yourself than loving others.
Swan, I love the beauty that I cherish as art.
And Proust loves the one who needs to give unconditional trust and loyalty.
There are always such people and such love in life.
Everyone loves hard, but they are on the journey of love, repeatedly hitting walls and bruising all over their bodies.
The deeper the love like this, the more tormenting it is.
Because as long as you are not found, the true aesthetic that fits yours cannot be verified, and the true value and sense of belonging to you, you will not be able to truly understand and appreciate others.
The root cause of love and hate entanglement is that you have not really discovered and accepted yourself.
Just like Proust after learning from his mistakes, he finally realized:
Love is an illusion. What we love is not one person, but the feeling that one person brings us.
Real love is to see yourself through the other person and live out yourself.
When you truly love yourself, you can love others freely, and love belongs to you.
Only pure can you be happy
Throughout history, many people have tried their best to find happiness.
However, true happiness is available.
For most of the book, readers can feel the protagonist's leisurely and contented joy in life.
This rich spiritual feeling does not need to be earth-shaking, but is close to you.
When he saw the rich fragrance and pink hawthorn tree , he fell into the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and he didn't want to go anywhere for a while, and wanted to stay by the side of hawthorn flower for the rest of his life.
When his parents took him away from this hometown, he was a child, ran over alone, crying and saying goodbye to the hawthorn flower, and making a wish to the hawthorn tree:
"When I grow up, I will never live like others in a crazy way. Even in Paris, in the spring season, I don't visit my friends to listen to those boring gossips. I would rather go to the countryside to watch the first batch of blooming hawthorns..."
From love to reluctance, from happiness to crying, the innocence of children is the greatest purity.
When he grew up, when he passed by the garden, he saw lilac "slim and graceful, delicate flowers like hanging lilac chandeliers";
butterfly flower "like a lazy princess bent and drooped with her sharp blade";
also "wearing in red and red short rose flower in java;
"outlier" Lichun flower ;
"lazy and outdated" cornflower ...
every flower is given a strange beauty and tells a story in a certain posture.
On weekdays, when he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "it seemed to see the sea like a peacock spreading its tail, shimmering blue waves, green and blue crystals."
And when he saw a painting, there was a woman on it, the tree she leaned against cast a circle of shadows, and white sails appeared on the golden river in the distance.
He stared at the picture and entered a moment.
He realized that the woman was about to go back, the ship was about to leave, the shadow of the tree was about to shift, and night was about to fall.
This reminds me of: "There is no banquet that never ends, life will eventually disappear, and countless moments full of brilliance will never return..."
"The Doctrine of the Mean" says: "Everyone can eat, fresh can know the taste."
Everyone in the world needs to eat, but who can taste the real taste of food?
Some people may not know what they are eating in their entire lives.
Because things that are too simple and easy to obtain always make us feel ordinary and boring.
It seems that happiness should be more meaningful, more valuable, and more solemn.
such as a movie, a party, a promotion, etc.
So, in order to wait and pursue such happiness, we are willing to be trivial and tired, and become sparse and numb.
Little do you know that life flows in a hurry like flowing water, and the fun that can be grasped and enjoyed is also quietly gone.
Proust said:
The investment and concentration in a feeling makes everything pure and detached.
Today we live in a fast-paced and efficient era.
How many people eat voraciously, toss and turn when sleeping, have no time to chat with friends, have no conditions to exercise, and are not in the mood to ask their family about their well-being.
Every moment is spent in a hurry, every day is gone in worry and regret, and never really lived a certain day.
I read a sentence:
I once suffered, but I realized the real pain.
Only when you were persistent can you let go of your persistence.
Only when you have been concerned can you be free from concern.
Life, only by selflessly investing in it can you truly feel a profound and calmness.
No matter what situation, as long as we truly experience, observe, perceive and think, we will gain purity and detachment, loss is gain, and suffering is also happiness.
Just like the epidemic in recent years, we are trembling in the confusion and crisis.
How many valuable experiences are contained in difficulties and difficulties:
The hard work of medical staff to rescue, warm assistance between neighbors, longing for relatives and friends, and one's own perseverance and decisiveness.
This battle without gunpowder has pain and tragedy, fragility and helplessness, and more shock and touching, cherishing and gratitude, hope and belief...
Proust recorded and reproduced his past with a weak body and a sensitive heart for 17 years.
Some people say that the 17 years he has written with all his heart have only lived in the repeated past, passing by now one by one again.
However, it is precisely because he truly possesses the past that slips away like water, feeling every sadness and joy with his heart.
Only then can he write and reproduce with the most realistic brushstrokes.
The physical and mental collision aroused by writing produces a strong sense of joy and satisfaction.
This experience also created another life for him.
Just as the book says: "The real paradise is the lost paradise."
The moment that you have in your heart is the greatest beauty.
If we ignore the current life, turn a blind eye to it, and keep our heads down to catch up with our thoughts of life, then no matter how many years we have, we will be pale and powerless.
So, experience every sadness and joy, feel every cold and cold, the happiness and value of life are right in front of you.
Click [Watching] , I wish you all your heart to every moment.
to capture and perceive, the most precious life is magnificent and trivial;
to record and discover, the most wonderful life is vast and exquisite.
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