In the middle of the night one day, a sentence suddenly came to mind: "Reading is a self-salvation of the soul".
I'm ashamed of my shallowness. So I looked for myself in the book, it helped me to improve myself, and it also appropriately copied my feelings, it made me cry or cheer. From Mark Twain's treasure hunt, I knew that in order to get what I loved, I had to do everything in my best. Dostoevsky later told me that "the most important thing is that we must first be kind, then be honest, and most importantly never forget each other." "It's the same thing, and it's become my way of being friends, genuine, friendly, and never forgetting each other.
When Maugham told me, go for meaning, don't forget the moon for the sake of sixpence at your feet. Camus pursued the moon, became Caligula, and became a moment in history. In Algeria, Camus has the sea, the desert, and the summer, and Camus's love is greater than the absurd. When I realize the meaning, I panic again, what is the real me, and what should I do?"I don't feel happy because it's a breeze, and I don't feel unhappy because it's hot. "Pessoa's valuing things for what they are, rather than searching for their meaning, saved me from falling into a whirlpool.
Pain is also common. "Earthly hope should be undermined, and only then can man be saved from true hope. "Kafka pulled me up and gave me real hope. When people wanted to take note of his exploits, he went for a walk in Prague and never looked back. Márquez plays in a labyrinth of his own construction and enjoys the aroma of bitter almonds.
The starry sky at night is silent as a mystery, like someone who writes a poem for the night, and the knight will appear in the name of Calvino, overcoming obstacles and going to a foreign land, until the baron in the tree comes down, and he sits in a wheelchair and interprets life, and the world falls into silence, and no one cries in the altar of earth. I always felt like I was swimming in the minds of great men, and I was terrified. Seven years passed in a flash, like Aleph of Borges, seeing everything, the puzzle of the universe.
Thinking made me feel that I was truly alive, except for suffering, Yu Hua's first trip made me realize that literature has no boundaries, and Xu Sanguan is happy rather than abandoned. There is an excellent balance between reality and the spiritual world, and I am also happy. After a thousand books that used to feel distant became a reality, I was not surprised by my perseverance, but even more ignorant of myself.
When someone will always say, what's the point of all this?You can see that he is as arrogant as you were then. Although Borges, Tosh, Camus, Kafka, Calvino, and Márquez could not make me richer or make my life resume distinctive from others, I felt the clarity behind nothingness. Like the sun at sunrise, like the red at sunset, like roses all over the plain. Yes, these reflections are what set us apart from others. So:
We are not confined to a small corner of the lake that is fenced off, and that is the evidence that we will be the sea.