When I translated the works of Hugo, Balzac, Gide, Camus, and Marcel Emme and other famous French authors, I felt that they all have a strong sense of command. This kind of courage and confidence to command is powerful. Self determination.
What is the fate of the long-lost “self” now? I quite appreciate the observation that this is an era in which people are encouraged to succeed and not taught to keep themselves. There is nothing wrong with preaching the values of success. However, I listened to a program on the Economic Channel of China Central Radio a few days ago. In the wonderful commentary of a guest, there was a sentence: “Chinese successful people are not kind enough.” This overall evaluation of the values of success, left a deep impression on me.
Ordinarily, success is not opposed to the world. Why is there a trend of dichotomy? When we read classic works, it is easy to understand why. Reading the classics will ultimately lead to the greatest mystery of the thoughts and hearts of these writers.
Please read Sartre’s tribute to Gide:
“He has experienced a kind of life for us, and we only need to read his works to re-experience… Gide is an irreplaceable example because he chose to become his own truth.”
Gide “chosen to become his own truth” means that he will carry out his attitude towards life and writing to the end, and he will live the life he wants to tell and become the person he wants to be. His constant persistence in this ever-changing state is exactly Gide’s self. In other words, it is Gide’s powerful self-directorship that guides the bewildering changes in his life and creation, and in the autonomous change, Gide never loses or even loses himself.
Aimee also has this kind of powerful commanding heart, but following the normal operation of human beings, he creates a strange world. In other words, in Aimee’s pen, a person, even a superman, loses himself, a society, a group loses self-awareness, and a world presented by human nature.
The character of Samson in the Bible is a superman with infinite power. Aimee wrote a new story with him as the topic, which is unique. This legendary character was originally a superman with only brute force. His mistress was bought by the enemy, to discover the secret of his power in her hair, and shaved his hair while he was asleep. As a result, he was bound and humiliated, so he begged God to give him another strength, and then shook down two courtyard pillars with both arms, and died with the enemy as he wished in the subversion of the temple.
The magic of the new story is that Samson’s mistress revealed that the secret of power is his careful arrangement. This is interesting. Samson wanted to get rid of the fate of superman who had to pay this price, and was not willing to die with the enemy. Therefore, the opening words of his statement: “The Philistine thought he was very powerful, and sent me this little bitch.” The words “think” and “little bitch” showed that he was already in a lonely and sober state. Up.
Loneliness is the fate of Superman, and he will eventually die in a trap. However, loneliness is also an opportunity, because loneliness is the beginning of thinking. As early as when he was eight years old, his uncle saw that he had killed so many bulls and other livestock and damaged so many items in a play, and he predicted: “This child will become a public hazard in the future.” These words put the enzyme of fear on him. Mind. According to the uncle’s guess, the child will walk on the edge of Yuanyao for life, but he doesn’t know how deep he fell. He argued with his brother and Samson’s father to further explain his concerns:
“When he reaches adulthood, his heart is governed by all kinds of emotional impulses, what will he do? Hate the Philistines is not all life, Samson will have other grievances, not to mention the friendship, the Love awaits his test, not to mention the damage to self-esteem, or the frustration of unpaid ambitions. Such a power, if it is only controlled by ordinary accidents, I will already be very worried, and I will be in the hands of one person. So in my opinion, it is a very terrible thing. Human will sometimes be good and sometimes evil, and the cause of charity is very fragile. Once it is destroyed, it will be out of control.”
Uncle Simoy wanted to cut Samson’s hair, but his father refused. No father is willing to abandon such talent, and there are countless admirers. In particular, Mashan Yoad, who has a reputation for wisdom, said that any power is beneficial. Even thunder and storms will be combined in an orderly manner under people’s foreheads in the future. “People’s words are like flowers of love and wisdom. Man will have the same power as a toe of God.”
This is the thinking mode of Superman and his fans. Joad also proposed that “power is the principle of honor” and confuses “power to be loyal to thought” with “thought to be loyal to power”. The eight-year-old Samson was naturally still confused, but only deepened his understanding of his own importance and strengthened his determination to defeat the Philistines.
Uncle Simoy was helpless, but insisted on his point in a special way: give Samson a razor as a birthday gift every year, and give him one every year over and over again. Samson accepted the gift with a sharp innuendo and resisted his anger. However, in the seventh year, he threw the razor against the wall and broke it, grabbing his uncle high. Simui didn’t struggle, but stared at him coldly, and the mocking expression made Samson at a loss. The father hung on his arm, and the mother also knelt down to plead. The scene of Superman losing control of his emotions for the first time was a bit angry.
The fifteen-year-old Superman is no longer frolicking. He was furious at the first attempt, and his six relatives have already denied it, almost causing a family tragedy. Fortunately, Samson hadn’t lost himself, he stopped in time, let go of his almost furious uncle, but his uneasy emotions climbed into his heart, and he closed himself in worry and loneliness, and his uncle’s early warnings came to his memory. Shows obvious meaning.
However, the world is unpredictable, and there will always be unexpected fuses that detonate this superhuman power. Based on his patriotic passion, Mashanjoad has predicted everywhere that the forces that will shake the future will appear, and Israel will return to glory. He also laughed at the Philistines who believed in stupid gods, was captured by the Philistines on the spot and hanged in the countryside. The death of Samson’s respected people prompted him to appear on the scene as soon as possible. However, in order to avoid becoming a pure killing machine, he formulated a complicated plan to take revenge in a cautious manner, while using wisdom and strength.
He married a Philistine girl as planned, trying to use this marriage to provoke trouble, and then lead to fighting and betrayal. He acted so cautiously and childishly, it was his restless vanity that was at work, tossing in vain. It is not his commanding heart that guides his actions, but the extraordinary power. He failed to escape the fate of Superman.
As he expected, he was tied up and taken to the place where Joad was hanged. Contrary to the expectations of more than three thousand Philistines, Samson broke the rope without any further effort, and started to kill. He was intoxicated by the invincible power surging all over his body. The massacre lasted less than half an hour and killed thousands of people, half of them civilians and soldiers. This was still killed with the jaws left by the horse merchant. If he used a thick tree trunk, he could kill 50,000 people a day like playing. However, facing this slaughterfield, his self-consciousness that had submerged came up again, feeling scared and ashamed. He stated:
I am far from the superman that the good Israelis later praised. My power, as a person added to me, a master, uses my limbs, my hands, and my body to control my will without any explanation. I was crushed by this giant, trapped by his stupid actions, and completely turned into an insignificant person, left in a corner of myself, less free than a paralyzed person. I began to envy the life of a free man…
“Begin to envy the life of a free man”, this is roughly Samson’s second awakening. As the saying goes, there are no more than three things, but if you want to awaken your self-awareness, you have to repeat yourself. This time Samson tasted the madness of blind power without personality, like a boulder falling from the mountain, becoming an unstoppable and uncontrollable destructive force. He drove away the compatriots who came to celebrate, and returned home and asked his uncle to shave his hair. So, he tasted the sweetness of returning to normal life, although he was not returning to himself: “I was surprised to find that it was a sense of balance produced by a kind of brawn strength of ordinary people. I also seemed to feel that my thinking became more flexible. Up.”
This little sweetness can’t stand the big temptation. This kind of normal person’s life is not so happy, and he regrets his brute force and easy satisfaction. The lack of these can not fill his vanity. Therefore, he is happy to be a national hero, a person inspired by the gods, and a representative of God in the world. The Judge, the supreme ruler of Israel, was waiting for his position, but Samson’s uncle discouraged him:
“What performance do you have that proves that you are agile and wise to lead a nation? Believe me, these idiots appointed you as a cruel strongman. If you got rid of your power, if they knew , You wouldn’t expect you to inherit Aberdon’s position. However, they still believe in your power, so they wait for your rule, like expecting a cruel entertainment.”
Samson’s rule lasted for twenty years, and it can be said that the world is peaceful. In the praise, the people attribute these achievements to his character and talent. However, he knew in his heart that this was mainly due to the prestige of his divine power, and he himself was always insignificant. The more people praised his animal power, the more he despised and hated such people, and finally forbidden singing patriotic songs that praised his muscle power.
Uncle Simoy lived for one hundred and two years and two months. During his lifetime, he kept warning Samson with a wise voice. After his uncle’s death, Samson kept his hair again, but he acted very cautiously as if he had shaved his head, and he was fine for three months. However, he described his feelings in this way: “I feel the power of those years of youth has gradually returned to my body and once again mastered the self. It should be admitted that restoring strength gives me more pleasure than guilt or anxiety.”
This feeling is normal, but it is extremely dangerous. The danger lies in this “fun”, which is always testing his wisdom. Sure enough, he accidentally injured his wife by mistake. When he was upset and upset, a large group of people who came to see cheered and praised. In order to please him, he would torture a Philistine who watched the excitement. Samson couldn’t stand it, and rushed to save the unfortunate man. The ignorant crowds came to vent their patriotic passion, which finally aroused his resentment towards this nation for twenty years, and gave him the opportunity to vent his brute force. Therefore, he was very fierce and fought, leaving more than forty corpses, and went secretly to Gaza that night to find a beauty who could betray him to the Philistines, and chose a day to reveal the secret of his power.
How strong is your self-awareness before you are willing to become a prisoner, have your eyes gouged out, shaved your hair, and grind in prison? Just because “in this prison, we relax, I have found something for a lifetime.”
In the eyes of most people, this is really incredible. But put yourself in your place and think about it. It’s not that the heartstrings have been strained for a lifetime. How can it be possible to exchange for a relaxed state at such a price, even if it is a prisoner?
The state of relaxation means the state of the self. Samson has been a superman all his life, “missing his life and sitting between two seats.” He walks in the world, neither his original self nor the superman who controls him, but a faint figure, always looking for His own body, even if it is insignificant: “Once God withdraws the special grace given to individuals, we will all be ordinary people.” Samson also felt quite lucky to end the rest of his life in this kind of slavery, because he had lived. The life of a real person no longer depends on a possessed superman and its power.
The story of Samson getting rid of the superman’s fate and searching for himself has the strong color of ancient myths and legends, while “The Pastoral” is about a social group losing self-consciousness. It is like a fable that takes place in the reality of the future for thousands of years. It’s amazing.
I said that the story takes place thousands of years in the future, which is still greatly underestimated. The novel opens with a sentence: “France enters the Seventeenth Republic.” And this novel was created in 1930, which reached the 60th year of the Third Republic. Now, in 2019, the Fifth Republic has lasted for 70 years, and there is no sign of transition to the Sixth Republic. It is hard to imagine whether the next millennium will catch up with the Seventeenth Republic. Even if it catches up with the Seventeenth Republic, another time coordinate appears in the second section of the novel: “During the last two decades of the Seventeenth Republic, a serious anarchist atmosphere permeated the countryside.” As a result, the Potain dynasty Replaced.
King Felician III was in power, and this monarch was well-known throughout France. As soon as he took the throne, he formulated a constitution to rectify the chaos in the countryside, that is, the problem of rural skyscrapers left over from the 17th Republic.
Wonderful rural skyscrapers are far better than the most famous modern skyscrapers. Today’s skyscrapers are a symbol of a metropolis, while the skyscrapers in “The Pastoral” are a unified French rural system. The first floor is one village. They are tall and huge. Activities and life are all on each floor. Its origin and operating mechanism. There are detailed explanations in the novel, so there is no need to go into details.
Speaking of the small village of Dusena, a 52-storey skyscraper with 5,000 residents, “eight centuries…until one day”, the story really began. It took place in the skyscraper in Dusena, a distance from It may be two millennia after today. By the way, most of Aimee’s novels have a very vague time period. In this sense, his novels have surreal characteristics, allowing readers to transcend reality and make unlimited reveries.
“Until one day, the village official announced that the population will increase to five thousand and twenty-three, in order to make up for the birth of twenty-three poets…” This is quite puzzling. To put it bluntly, the 23 newly-born baby boys can be judged from their mother’s breast grabbing, and they are all poet embryos. However, there are already two poets in the commune, “the noise made is more than that of everyone else in the commune.” In fifteen years, twenty-three schools of poetry will appear, and they will make trouble. In order to avoid this danger, for the benefit of his poetry, the village official obtained permission from King Felician XII to “execute these 23 poets.” Therefore, in order to maintain a constant population of 5,000 in the Dusena Skyscraper, an equal number of newborns must be added to make up for the disappearing future poet.
The village official’s decision met opposition from the priests of the church, who believed that the constitution did not give the village official the power to live and kill his subordinates. Fifteen years later, under the strict control of the teacher’s ruler, 23 poets were finally trained to become practical engineers. From an early age, they did not waste time on premature poetry interest, but accepted the education of worshiping the Catholic Church, loving precision science, and despising literary creation. The priest in the church concluded: “The devil of poetry…definitely can be defeated. The canon is a kind of exorcism. Let me tell you, these children love rulers: they are so interested in mathematics as proof.” The village officials still insisted: “A poet is a poet.”
Originally, the village of Dusena was prosperous, lived a happy life, and was famous far and near. “The spirit of science has fertilized the land, and the sunshine economy has been arranged reasonably… Men’s work time is only half of the morning or afternoon. The rest of the day is used for entertainment, chatting, making friends, drinking, trying to have sex, and having sex with couples. All kinds of games…” “As for women, they have been used to living a smart and leisurely life for centuries, and their beautiful appearance can be maintained until they are half old. Therefore, in physical contact, men will not feel reluctant at all…Ducena people Can maintain a particularly peaceful temperament. Both men and women, as in the early days of the Bible, are cute animals. Their foreheads do not sweat every day to make bread.”
However, in such a good life, the village officials did not live well. He furrowed his brows all day long, unable to think of a good strategy to prevent the wave of poetry. Following his orders, twenty-three poets lived alone on one wing of the thirty-five-story building under strict supervision by teachers. These children are gentle and diligent, and are praised by the teachers. Unexpectedly, something terrible still appeared.
One morning, the mathematics teacher called to report to the village officer that student Bellan was talking about conical surfaces in class and wrote a prose poem. He described the parabola like this: “The flat section on the side of the cone must extend infinitely.” He also used one. A metaphor: “Conical egg”, called oval, how dare you say “crater…”
This is a big taboo. The village officials immediately searched Bellan’s bedroom, talked to him, and accused him of giving the oval a ridiculous name: Conical Egg. The room also concealed paper and dip pens. According to the rules, only slates and graphite pens were allowed. The village official thought it was time to unravel the mystery of Bellan’s life experience, and finally said: “From then on, you are a poet, and you are likely to become a great poet. Because your inspiration is too impatient, you randomly grabbed the conical surface. I am deeply unfortunate. I told you just now what dangers you will bring to Dusena Village. However, there is no doubt that you are a genius.”
“Of course.” Bellan answered. He was a fourteen-year-old boy with a ruddy face, and his eyes were quite straightforward and almost bold. The village official made a suggestion, which was completely unexpected: Dussena is a small village with only 5,000 inhabitants, not a suitable stage for ambition. Going to a big city is more useful and talents will be appreciated by more people. Moreover, the Dussena Commune still bears Bellam’s living expenses.
Bellan thought for a long time, and he replied in a painful tone: “No matter how attractive this prospect is, I still can’t consider it.” Then he explained why: “This is because… I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I feel, Looking at the place where I was born, I have to fulfill a mission…”
A fourteen-year-old boy has always received the opposite education. If he is not born with him, how can he say that he wants to accomplish a sense of mission, although it is not clear for the moment. However, Bellan saw that the village officials were intolerable, and still blurted out: “Have you never heard the faint voice of sadness from all floors? Unsatisfied souls, those poor souls, those who hunger for Venus Qinghui, the light in capitals! Have you never heard the groaning of nerve cells under the electronic pressure projected by gravitation?”
With his special sensitivity, the poet can be said to be the person closest to the soul, and he is blessed by nature. What a wise ruler this is incomparable and incomprehensible. The village official honestly admitted that he did not hear. Bellan said angrily: “Are you still a sir? You don’t know the power of love…”
The village official finally grasped the words: “Listen to me, dear poet, the power of love, thank goodness, it’s not bad, we from Dusena, we don’t have sex at all, and we are completely hygienic. In this regard, you Don’t worry about it…”
The scene of this kind of deaf conversation is very interesting and representative. It has been repeated since ancient times until the foreseeable future. For example, the scene described by Aimee to us about two thousand years later, I am afraid that there will be no fundamental change.
One month after this interview, the village officials worried about “a poetic inflation. With inflation comes hatred, division, panic, dissatisfaction…”
In the first wave, two older poets attacked Bellan. Bellan created a new magazine and published “Mature Poetry” to counterattack. At the same time, he launched a “Green Poetry” manifesto. It also used three hundred pages of poems with different rhythms. The style clarifies the theorem of poetry. Then, the situation worsened, academic disputes went to court, old-school poets conspired to succeed, and the court sentenced to prohibit the distribution of Bellin’s works. But that night, the entire Dussena village could recite his poems, and it became a case that became more and more banned, and Bellan became a public idol instead.
The second wave successively threw out declarations of “Semi-Self-born Poetry”, “Primitive Poetry”, and twenty other poetry schools. As a result, the Dussena people followed suit one after another. They all became nervous and divided into factions. The men slapped each other frequently, and the wives even refused the husband’s caress. Literary evenings often turn into fights.
The village official couldn’t control the situation, so he put on a feast for poetry and entertained all the poets, but only transferred Bellan. Twenty-four poets all talked about the future of poetry, and the banquet lasted for twenty-four hours. After attending the feast for only two months, all the poets died, only the absent Beilan survived. Seeing his colleagues fall one by one, he hurriedly fled.
The chief physician stated that it was a new type of infectious disease (“poetry disease”) that took the poet’s life. He expressed it in Latin, which was enough to convince public opinion of the mystery of this massacre.
The above summarizes the major events in Dusena Village in the order of the original works, just to understand the causes and consequences of this period of history, and the consequences are very serious. Less than a year after the local poet was buried, Dusena Village gradually entered a “weird sickness.” .
If it is said that the death of the poet can still maintain a kind of mystery artificially, then this strange and pathological mystery can be solved without the poet. The chiefs of the village committee, priests, doctors, and experts argued endlessly. They couldn’t find the reason, so naturally they couldn’t solve it. The chief physician gave a general overview of the indifference that the whole village fell into:
“It’s obvious to all… This state of indifference is manifested in our compatriots, no matter manual or mental work, no exceptions in all walks of life. This common phenomenon, I quickly… list a few: field work, used to be As a pastime, I feel weak and tired now. The same is true for other tasks. Several performance halls are empty and no one has seen the Dussena. Women are not emotionally dressed up, no matter what. On the first floor, everyone is not in a rush to make love. In four months, there will be fifty-seven babies born late. The Dussenas spend their free time, do nothing, look demented, showing depression… ”
Sexuality experts believe that this is a “collective mental disorder”, “the kind of dementia like depression that runs through their sleep.” He also proposed that the 800-year marriage of close relatives in Dusena village, “the atmosphere of sexual desire eventually reached the supersaturation point of incest”, is the source of the entire disease, so “introduction of external blood compensation” to solve the problem of the decline of sexual desire.
The priest advocated that prayer is the only feasible solution: “The soul is full of obscene sins… The soul must be washed in the torrent of prayer. This is not enough. Repentance is necessary. Repentance is a good bleach. Once the guilty despise them Sins, God will help them and restore their necessary desires…”
The village committee did not reach any consensus. The human condition quickly affected the domestic animals, and the domestic animals began to decline, not because of poor feeding, but too long hereditary, especially sensitive to the owner’s temperament. At the beginning, the villagers were happy to go into the barn and chat friendly with the animals. Since the death of the poets, they have left this kind of fun and are not interested in anything. The cows were sensitive by nature and were very injured, and a large number of cows lost weight. Horses also hurt their self-esteem, become irritable, and often kick and hurt people.
Seeing this decline, the village officials had no choice but to adopt the suggestion of a sexuality expert and spend a large amount of money to bring in fifty Parisians, male and female, and give them the status of Dussena citizens. They are young and strong, and they are used to heavy work. They feel that Dussena is a paradise on earth. It is like a beautiful summer camp. Once they arrive, they will have a local spouse. The Parisian effect lasted for a week, then became dull and unhappy, his eyes began to straighten, staring blankly at the void.
“Since then, Dusena has fallen into a semi-sleep state.” The mind and senses are dizzy all day long, and the whole skyscraper is only seen by the wooden people: “They rely on their habits of life” to barely complete their daily tasks. After ten years of this half-dead sluggish life, it fell to an uncivilized numb state. Poor management of the fields, harvesting a large amount of reduced production. The next wall inside the skyscraper collapsed, the corridor was blocked, the ceiling was cracked, the windows were broken, and the wind and rain went straight into the building. All this was unmanaged.
The living environment is getting more and more filthy, and the villagers are almost reduced to livestock. The men are all sloppy, shaggy beards, hair in a mess, parasites, and rags covered in food. Women no longer show coquettishness, lose the concept of shame, and go nude. The beautiful women have forgotten the purpose of body beauty. They are not proud of the generous nudes, and the naked old women have no scruples.
Dusena Village presents a unique scene, and the skyscrapers are silent from top to bottom. No one is too lazy to speak, and often gestures for things that must be done immediately. In the summer night, men and women are all naked, lying on the big terrace, indifferent to each other. No one can think of asking people around them. It is really innocent and sad. The whole group constitutes a kind of sorrow of complete equality.
The living environment is deteriorating, and the consciousness becomes more and more indifferent, and the consequences will soon be revealed. A large number of people are sick or even die, and no one cares. Losing a loved one, without even the will to grieve, living enough, and lacking enough imagination to commit suicide, at the moment of death, neither sad nor happy because of relief. There are no more newborns to supplement the dead, and the number of residents in the village has been reduced by one-third, and only the village officials are saddened by this.
The whole village suffers from this mysterious disease, why is the village official alone saved? The idea that he is responsible is lingering. He was loyal to his duties, worried about the future of Dusena Village, and looked forward to a miracle. He shaves every day, dresses neatly, and always maintains his appearance. In the summer, he often walks on the large terrace, walking among his obscene compatriots naked, constantly watching for what he will wake up.
The village official’s name is Louis, and this name only appears once in the story, or he was called him by his brother who was the priest in the church: “Louis, since the poets died, why haven’t you come to confess? You don’t have any self-confidence. Responsible?…Why, do you think God will never judge the chief?
“Mr. priest, you fully understand that there will be no judgement. As an officer, you must abandon everything, even his paradise, in order to ensure the safety of the flock he grazes. This is what I did, just to fulfill God’s words: “The leader will be the last .”
This extremely restrained and forbearing attitude in sin made the priest extremely frightened. This scene happened ten years ago when the village official was seventy-three years old. Now, he, an 83-year-old man, still stands alone in his post. Including the others in the village committee, the entire village has lost self-awareness. What else does he stick to? Perhaps he still remembers the bold words of the young poet Belan.
What the village officials thought about killing all the poets, but deliberately spared Bellan, this is still a mystery in the novel. Could it be that out of his strong sense of duty, he has a sense of the concept of the young poet’s “mission” and how he has left behind the excellent seed of poetry, and also a hope for the village he manages. Perhaps it is this hope that has always supported him waiting for a miracle to happen.
The miracle really happened. The young poet Belan once offered a sonorous oath:
“I despise glory and despise the struggle for glory… However, being passionate about the truth will never make me ignore the painful soul that destiny gives me.”
The young poet Beilan left his hometown for ten years, his poem name greatly increased, and his life fell into disarray. After living in Dall City for ten years, he deceived the vigilance of several creditors, slipped out of the city, and finally determined to return to his birthplace, despite the lingering fears. It’s hard to say that this is not in secret. He heard the call of the painful soul in his hometown, and thought of his unfinished “a mission”.
A miracle is often a coincidence, and we all have the same thoughts. As a result, on the large terrace of the skyscraper in Dusena Village, a scene that has not been seen in more than a decade appeared:
On the big terrace, Bellan accompanied his victim (the naked beauty he met in the elevator of a skyscraper, he saw the naked woman with a dull face, he was so innocent to perfection that he couldn’t help being indecent) and took a few steps. , And then bid farewell, and kissed her hand gracefully. The village official happened to pass by here and was surprised to see the kiss, thinking that this behavior had long been forgotten in Dusena. He paid attention to Bellan and quickly recognized him. Seeing Bellan’s face flushed and emotional, it was not difficult to guess the reason. You know, he still maintains a great vivid imagination until he is old. He couldn’t hold back his joy and felt the importance of this incident. He couldn’t help raising his arms to the sky and shouting in a trembling voice:
“Belan… the poet Belan!”
This call was better than the confession of his life. Like Bellan, he refused to confess, only for his own obsessions: sense of responsibility and mission, not understanding each other, and when approaching the ultimate, they seemed to be connected again.
The call scared the poet away, and Bellan never showed up again, but the mission was accomplished.
The old village official sighed: “He is a man full of enterprising spirit, his kind of living model can shake the laziness of men. My ridiculous exclaim, but scared others away.”
People are scared away, but leaves the seeds of hope. The old village official saw at a glance that the naked woman had a relationship with Bei Lan, and the body contained hope for the future, so he determined to take care of it carefully to prevent any accidents of pregnant women. As the fetus grows, the young woman begins to have thoughts, her consciousness of beauty regains, and she gradually returns to normal human behavior.
One spring afternoon, she came to the big terrace and suddenly she was about to give birth. The village official took a stick and drove away several employees in the obstetric department. The doctor declared: “Give birth to a boy.” After careful observation, he said: “I am a poet.” He found that the newborn has a desire for love, which is a sign of pure poetry. The child started yelling, which also showed an innate rhythm.
This rhythm, like a tremor, spread all over the lying crowd. The sound of whispering spread from one end of the large terrace to the other, converging into a noise. One head lifted up, then the upper body, and after a while, everyone stood up. Some men have already hugged women tightly. The sound of yelling, laughing, calling, and talking is louder than ever…
The village official was overjoyed and saw the rebirth of life.
When life is really dead, there is no talk of rebirth. According to the old saying, it is reincarnation or reincarnation, but it is no longer the original life form.
Samson relied on superhuman power and lost himself; while all the residents of Dusena lost their consciousness and fell into a state of dementia and numbness for ten years. Regardless of whether it is an individual or a group, as the old saying goes, losing one’s self is losing one’s soul. Since ancient times in our country, there has been a tradition of calling souls and calling souls. Only because demons possess the body, the true soul is lost and the soul must be called back.
I remember when I was young, I was frightened and looked in a daze. My mother was in my ear, whispering my nickname, calling me back, that was to bring back my scared soul.
I still remember a true story reported: a loving couple became a vegetative due to an accident. The husband (or wife) called out to the partner’s ear every day for more than ten years, finally awakening the person and returning to a normal life.
Therefore, I gladly accept this ending of “The Pastoral”. Poetry is the only thing in this world that can be the master of oneself. It shows the power of great love, can reach people’s hearts, drive away demons, and welcome back the true soul.
Classics, whether poetry or other genres, are all literary works based on human nature and time. They have irreplaceable functions and eternal value. In addition to delighting and boosting people’s mental state, they are also awakened from generation to generation. Humanity.
Aimee’s short and novel novels constitute a bizarre world with a huge length. On closer inspection, most of them are distorted and ugly of human nature, and the ugly appearance of losing their self-consciousness. It is tantamount to a haha mirror, letting the world take photos of themselves. image of.
This carrier of life in the world, whether caused by internal causes or external dictates, more or less, always experiences a moment or period of “lost soul” and is in a state of “six gods and no masters”. In reading, I don’t know what words will move the heartstrings. The lamp suddenly illuminates the heart, so in each rebirth, life is constantly enriched and sublimated.