Regarding Camus's words, "As long as I am still reading, I can understand my own ignorance and narrow-mindedness." It was like a question thrown at everyone. So, what will the world look like when we are no longer narrow-minded?What will we become?Camus did not answer.
Perhaps, we can find the answer from the book. We are always in a hurry to reach tomorrow day after day, just like Sisyphus in Greek mythology, we might as well slow down and listen to the waves. Camus has no shortage of outstanding works, ** there are outsiders, there are Caligula in the plays, but I prefer the summer set, and you can enter the Algerian summer when you turn a few pages, and in an instant, the anxious soul is as calm as the sea.
Even Borges would not have imagined that the two small English poems that he wrote by hand would really become an eternal thing like a rose. If you want to appreciate the beauty of poetry, it is highly recommended to start with this one, and the other four books are also relatively easy to understand, which is suitable as a key to open the door to literature. Turning to Borges, who wrote his poems as his epics, the loneliness is concrete, and all of Buenos Aires is left: a sad figure soothing roses under the moon.
If you are confused, Shi Tiesheng's book is like a summer day through the light between the trees, dispelling all the gloom. What I remember most is that we are lucky enough that any suffering may be preceded by a "change word", that is, maybe something worse will happen in life, please enjoy the moment. Combined with his own experience, I suddenly felt that the suffering in front of me was just a cloud of smoke.
Living elsewhere is Kundera's work, which I like very much, like a long poem that goes on and on, one moment in a dream, another moment wandering in reality, and then ending in a very absurd way, reading heartily, he is a true master of literature. Chekhov's sincerity also lies in the letters, when you see his true side, you will know why he is liked by so many people, he does not hesitate to praise Tolstoy's greatness, but also adheres to his own literary ideas, his ** is not like **, so sweet, like a real story that happened in the rose garden.
Maybe there's no answer to the question of reading. But in perpetual reading, there will be more meaning waiting for you. When we don't look at our scarcity of self, we can find sincerity and love. So you begin to pursue truth, freedom, and go deep into the wilderness of literature until the sea turns blue.