After reading "Journey to the Center of the Earth"
"Journey to the Center of the Earth" is a book describing adventures. It was written by the French writer Jules Verne, the "father of science fiction". This book is very wonderfully described. The whole book tells the story of Professor Lidenbrock who accidentally got a piece of parchment in an ancient book and discovered that his predecessors had traveled to the center of the earth. Professor Lidenbrock was determined to make the same journey. . He and his nephew set out from Hamburg and hired a guide in Iceland. Following the guidance of their predecessors, they descended from a volcanic crater in Iceland. After three months of travel, they experienced hardships and various wonders, and finally returned to the ground. In the book, Hans, Axel, and Professor Lidenbrock traveled around the center of the earth for a week and almost lost their precious lives several times. They escaped from the mouth of the ichthyosaur and encountered a water crisis... In the end, they finally overcame all difficulties and were sprayed with hot sludge in the Mediterranean Sea during a dangerous volcanic eruption.
While following the adventure of this book, I learned a lot about stratigraphic structure and archeology. But I think there is no other world in the center of the earth, only magma and the hot core. Because the temperature in the center of the earth is unbearable, animals and plants cannot survive.
Verne is amazing. He wrote sixty-six novels in his life, with more than one million words in one novel. For more than a hundred years, his works have been loved by readers all over the world.
A good book is like a sun. A thousand good books are like a thousand suns. Thousands of splendid suns will illuminate our way forward, and will also make all the secrets of this world unfold in front of us.
Reflections after reading "Journey to the Center of the Earth"
I read the famous early science fiction novel "Journey to the Center of the Earth" by Jules Verne, who is known as the "prophet of the scientific age". "Journey to the Center of the Earth" was published in 1864. It mainly tells the story of Professor Lidenbrock from Hamburg, Germany, who was inspired by a coded letter written by the Icelandic scholar Arna in the 16th century, and conducted a journey with his nephew Axel and guide Hans. An adventure trip through the center of the earth. After reading this book, I learned that no matter what you do, you must have a spirit of adventure and perseverance in order to succeed.
What impressed me most about this story was Professor Reeden’s adventurous spirit. He was able to bravely face the challenges of nature and overcome it. This reminded me of a short story.
There was a man who lived in a small town. He had never seen the sea and wanted to see it very much. One day, he got an opportunity. When he came to the seaside, the sea shrouded in thick fog was rising, the waves were rough, and the weather was wet and cold. He thought: I don't like the sea. Fortunately, I am not a sailor. It is too dangerous to be a sailor. On the coast, he met a sailor. He asked: "How can you fall in love with the rough, foggy, cold and wet sea?" The sailor said: "In fact, the sea is sometimes beautiful, bright, and gentle. And whether the sea is rough or docile, I love it deeply." "Isn't it dangerous to be a sailor?" "When a man loves his studio, he is not afraid of danger. Everyone in the family loves the sea," Sailor said.
"Where is your father now? Is he also at sea?" he asked. "He died at sea," answered the sailor. "Where was your grandfather?" "Died in the Atlantic." "Where was your brother?" "While he was swimming in a river in India, he was eaten by a whale." "In that case," said the man, "If I were you, I would never go to the sea." The sailor smiled and asked him: "Where did your father die?" "He died on the bed." "Where was your grandfather?" "Also. "Dead in bed." "So, if I were you," said the sailor, "I would never go to bed."
Aren't the sailors in this story the same as Professor Reeden? They are both brave and adventurous. In fact, many people hope that they can live in a warm environment, that they are not exposed to wind and rain, and that they can spend their lives in peace. If we are like little snails, we immediately hide in our shells when encountering any disturbance, how can we still experience the joy of life?
Human life should be colorful. We should continue to explore, strive for our own goals, work unremittingly, dare to take risks, constantly temper ourselves, and bravely accept life. challenge in order to succeed.
Thoughts after reading "The Biography of Van Gogh" - Van Gogh was not great
Many people know his name because his oil paintings were sold at sky-high prices in auction houses. If you ask them which painter is their favorite, they will always say Van Gogh, Van Gogh. However, he is actually plain-looking and has a big, angular chin, which makes him unlikable. He was paranoid and lonely, had a loud voice, and was rude and annoying. He was called a red-haired fool by children and a thirty-year-old idiot by adults. He cut off his screaming ear, but felt nothing. In order to express his love, he let the candle burn his palms until the skin blistered...
A year before he was born, his mother gave birth to her first baby boy, named Vincent, but died young. A year later, the painter Van Gogh we knew was born, and his parents gave him the name of his little brother Vincent, who died in infancy, along with their mourning and melancholy for this brother. Except for his younger brother Theo, he has never been favored by his parents or surrounded by his brothers and sisters.
People always say that Van Gogh was a mad genius. It seems that we believe, consciously or unconsciously, that genius is always related to madness. He walked hundreds of miles to see Ursula, his first love. He burned his palms in pursuit of his cousin. He chased his friend Gauguin with a knife. He cut off his own ear with a razor and offered it to a prostitute. …Isn’t all this considered crazy? But maybe, in the eyes of a madman, the most normal people are the craziest. Madmen do not have all the logic of our civilized society. The only logic of a madman is that he doesn't have to act according to the logic of a normal person.
His first love suffered a major blow, he was at odds with his parents and brothers, he was at odds with the priest’s school, he was at odds with his art dealer uncles, he had a falling out with the painters, he lived with and separated from the prostitute Christine, and he and Gauguin He got into a fight and was eventually sent to a mental hospital. His experiences are read by us, and his sufferings are also felt by us. When he was dying, he left behind a famous saying: "This suffering will never end." So people all over the world sympathized with him. There's no shame in that, and I sympathized with him, as did thousands of other people. We read about Van Gogh's suffering, we compare our own lives with Van Gogh's, and we project our own inner pain onto him, so two people who were originally unrelated became connected in such a way. .
Whenever we are slightly dissatisfied with the world, we will go to him, compare, lament, and get lucky, and then feel that our difficulties are nothing more than this. What did Van Gogh become? Is he Sakyamuni or a statue of Guan Gong? A dead painter, an ordinary Dutchman, has been transformed into an illusory totem by our saliva and tears. We enjoy his suffering and we sing about his greatness. So many people wrote words like: Van Gogh, I love you. What follows is a series of various sentence components that are extremely disgusting. Liking is a private infatuation and there is nothing wrong with it. Regarding all this, I just want to ask: How many of you have actually seen his paintings? Have you really seen the starry night in his works, the crows and wheat fields in his works, and his favorite sunflowers?
Regarding Van Gogh, it was a friend who studied painting professionally who pierced my hypocrisy. When I was full of praise for Van Gogh, she suddenly asked me: Have you seen his paintings? Do you know how to watch his "Starry Night" for the best effect? I was stunned on the spot and speechless. Although I have long memorized his life story, gossip and unofficial history, but to my naked eye, his paintings are just a thick ball of paint. So what am I talking about? At that moment I suddenly realized: Yes, he is a painter.
Now, I have to admit that what I initially fell in love with was not his personality, nor his paintings, nor the suffering that accompanied him throughout his life, but his greatness. Like most people, I fixate on his greatness, like a group of flies that like meat. Why did so many of us recognize his greatness without any hesitation? Why are so many girls smiling but not smiling: "If Van Gogh lived in this era, I must marry him." Save it, my dear noobs, I bet if he really lived in this era, You will definitely not fall in love with him, you will only fall in love with a famous mummy that has been dead for more than a hundred years.
Huang Sibao and Wang Cailing in "The Beginning of Spring" are the current Van Gogh, the suffering Van Gogh. Do you still love it? Do you dare to love? Do you disdain love? No need to blush, we are all selective* creatures. It's just that we chose greatness, and Van Gogh chose suffering.
There are all kinds of facts in the book, so I don’t want to say more.
Why should I tell you these imperfections of Van Gogh? Do you want to destroy Van Gogh's great image? No, I just want to tell everyone about his other side. Only by understanding his madness can we understand the hidden meaning behind this miserable life. He is great, but he is not perfect. Perfection is just a misunderstanding in our hearts. Singer Zhou Yunpeng said: Falling in love with Van Gogh is actually falling in love with the tragic hero in illusion. And now we have to know: only sober love is real and reliable.
Take a look at his paintings when you have time. Paintings are his real salvation and true greatness. In the intense and dazzling colors, you will see the confused Van Gogh, the painful Van Gogh, and the Van Gogh who loves the sun. He said to himself: You are wheat. Your place is in the wheat field. Plant it in the soil of your hometown. You will take root and sprout here and don't wither on the sidewalks of Paris. But he still withered. An ordinary life could not bear so many sufferings. On July 29, 1890, he pointed a revolver at his abdomen. The night he left was starry.
Later I saw a picture in a friend’s photo album: the merciless scorching sun was shining on a wheat field in Auvers, and in the middle of a small cemetery in the field were Vincent and Theo. The brothers slept peacefully under the protection of ivy and sunflowers. Occasionally, people came here to mourn, but they never brought flowers. Instead, they brought a small bunch of golden dry wheat ears with a broken oil paintbrush wrapped in the middle. Just like King David's lament in the Bible to mourn Saul and his sons: they loved each other while they were alive, and they were not separated in death.
Russell believed that all great lives are composed of boring fragments. Schopenhauer believed that pain is a common sense and regarded pain as the eternal theme of life. Van Gogh truly told us: The source of greatness is the desire for love and the experience of pain. Because, he tells us: Art is life, as the subtitle of the book says: Lust for life.
"This suffering will never end." I no longer like to remember his last words before his death. On the contrary, I remembered another sentence of Seneca: Why cry for part of life, because the whole life is a tear-jerker.
The Biography of Van Gogh·After-reading Thoughts - Feel the Passion of Life
Van Gogh originally only came into my sight because of his priceless paintings, but the book "Longing for Life" made me really He was moved by his persistence and enthusiasm for art, his love and desire for life, and the passion deep in his soul. He is using his life to paint and write his own art history and spiritual history.
Van Gogh’s paintings always have their own distinctive characteristics, but his seemingly terrible perspective and poor brushwork from the perspective of traditional art will make you remember it at the first sight and make you It is unforgettable and allows you to deeply feel the emotion hidden in every stroke of his painting, and his exciting artistic passion is also burning in the oil painting. Now I can no longer clearly remember my mood when I first read "Van Gogh", but I am sure that I could not calm down for a long time. I felt that my whole body was full of power and passion. And today, when I see these paintings by Van Gogh again many years later, I can still feel the power filling my body. Maybe it's time to revisit this book again, even though it's one of the few books I've seriously read twice.
If you also like Van Gogh, don’t miss this book. Because it allows you to understand the power of life in Van Gogh's paintings and allows you to feel his endless passion for life.