I recently read a book called "A Sigh of a Thousand Years" by Yu Qiuyu, which touched me deeply, so I wrote down some thoughts to express my feelings. I have always liked Yu Qiuyu's articles. Yu Qiuyu's writing style is simple and profound. Reading his books can often give people some kind of spiritual shock inadvertently. "Cultural Journey", "Frost Cold River", "Mountain Dwelling Notes", etc., these books have different contents, but they are all rich in life content and have flesh and blood. From them we can understand the author's experience, attitude towards life, and some opinions on some things. A unique perspective on a problem can always help people learn a lot of useful things. I think "A Thousand Years Sigh" is one of the more distinctive books I have read.
"A Millennium Sigh" is a diary that records the author's experience of traveling 40,000 kilometers in search of ancient human civilization at the turn of the millennium. It gave me a bittersweet feeling. This book is in the form of a travelogue, but it gives the impression that this book is more than just a diary. While reading, this book always conveys some questions to readers. Ancient countries such as Greece, Egypt, Jordan, and India all had their glory days. The ancient civilization has gone from glory to decline, from decline to decay, and then to decline. However, our Chinese civilization has avoided an overall decline. How to maintain the continuation and development of Chinese civilization? What views should we readers have on this? , how should we readers face it, etc.
From these experiences of the author, we can see that it is human beings who create civilization, and it is also human beings who destroy civilization. In fact, even today, when human civilization is highly developed, in many places, people are destroying the civilization they created. For example, in the Middle East, India, and Afghanistan, people are still killing each other. We can see from the author's travels to ancient civilizations that the destruction of civilizations is often accompanied by bloody wars. In order to ensure the healthy development of human civilization, peace is what we need, and war is what we should spurn. So we should strive for peace and oppose war. This is the view we should hold.
I was also moved by the patriotic feeling that the author truly showed after traveling around the world and returning to his motherland. This is the embodiment of the author’s patriotic spirit from the heart, and it also shocked the readers’ patriotic feelings. Strings. I am deeply proud of myself as a Chinese and proud of the Chinese civilization. The author also reminds us of this responsibility: to work hard for the promotion of Chinese civilization.
As for the issues about human civilization mentioned by the author in this book, it seems that they have little to do with us personally. In fact, as people living in this world, we We have the obligation to do our best to work hard for the continuation and development of Chinese civilization. To truly implement these obligations, we need to study and work seriously, and try our best to contribute our "small" efforts to these "big" problems.
In the process of reading this book, the author shows readers a vast world, broadens our horizons, and shows the charm of human nature in the details of life and travels. This tells us that we need to broaden our horizons, because the world is wonderful, and at the same time, we must cherish what we have, because what we have is precious. Our lives are short compared to the development of mankind. Some people have disappeared in the long river of history, while others have left traces. After a long period of time, our current experiences may soon be submerged. Future generations may not remember us anymore, but we should indeed leave something for them to make our lives more meaningful. Whether in study or work, we should cherish and work hard. No matter whether future generations can remember us or not, we will be proud of ourselves. We also hope that our descendants will always be proud of being descendants of Yan and Huang.
"A Millennium Sigh" is a good book worth reading. At first glance, it is a diary of the author's travels to many countries, but on a deeper level, it can not only bring us a colorful world, but also It also brings us deeper thinking and prompts us to reflect on ourselves. After reading this book, I felt very benefited and inspired to write this short article.
Every time I think about history, there will always be a lingering sense of vicissitudes. How many dynasties, how many reincarnations, over and over again, rolling in. Facing the trend of history, I was at a loss for a while.
It takes a thousand years to walk back, but there are sighs. Gently, slowly, it came from the distant Aegean Sea, from the Pharaoh's pyramid, from the dense reeds in the two river basins, and from the banks of the Ganges. Who is it? Whose lament is it? Philosopher, Pharaoh, Buddha? Or is it their nation and soul? When the glory has turned into loneliness, when the temple has become dilapidated, when people have begun to forget, the sigh has become helpless.
What exactly is history? How much impact can it really have? I couldn't figure it out for a while and couldn't figure it out. Indeed, history has become history. It passes quietly in the form of words and pictures. It has passed and will never look back. But what makes people human is that they have their own culture and their own journey. If there is no history, we are like mutes, unable to tell; if there is no history, we are like a gust of wind, without beginning or end, without purpose and direction. History is home, a simple and hard stone house in the vast world. There is no embellishment, no embellishment. It is the old capital that we miss when we sail away, and it is the root of the prodigal who wanders around the world.
Civilization has declined, and history has begun to fade. With a sigh, mankind has devoted itself to a new history. We are summarizing, remembering, and mourning our ancestors. Then he resolutely walked on the road at his feet and followed their footprints step by step.
After reading "A Thousand Years Sigh", I suddenly had such a feeling. It penetrated deeply into my soul and woke me up again. Being born in China is the greatest blessing in my life. I can write words that are thousands of years old, and I can talk in a language that has been passed down for thousands of years. Every step I take has the footprints of my ancestors, and I am proud of it. Maybe life as a Chinese is not rich, and I am still powerless in the face of extreme poverty in mountain villages, but I still feel honored to be a descendant of Yan and Huang. Mr. Yu Qiuyu said that the Chinese nation is not an inferior nation. Yes, as we move forward, perhaps we should re-examine the attitude we should have as a large nation. Not pride, not humility. Rather, we should preserve our civilization without being humble or arrogant, and be thoughtful and cautious about adopting the civilization of others.
One day, I will overlook the entire Central Plains. Let the cold wind penetrate my thin soul, let me listen to the voice of this land of China, and let me touch the old soul of this ancient country. One day, I will stand beside the roaring Yellow River. Let the splashing water of the Yellow River wet my clothes and feet, letting me shed tears with this nation, and let me feel the endless flow of history. History coexists with mountains and rivers and will not fall for thousands of years.
Every time I think about history, there will always be a lingering sense of vicissitudes. How many dynasties, how many reincarnations, over and over again, rolling in. Facing the trend of history, I was at a loss for a while.
It takes a thousand years to walk back, but there are sighs. Gently, slowly, it came from the distant Aegean Sea, from the Pharaoh's pyramid, from the dense reeds in the two river basins, and from the banks of the Ganges. Who is it? Whose lament is it? Philosopher, Pharaoh, Buddha? Or is it their nation and soul? When the glory has turned into loneliness, when the temple has become dilapidated, when people have begun to forget, the sigh has become helpless.
What exactly is history? How much impact can it really have? I couldn't figure it out for a while and couldn't figure it out. Indeed, history has become history. It passes quietly in the form of words and pictures. It has passed and will never look back. But what makes people human is that they have their own culture and their own journey. If there is no history, we are like mutes, unable to tell; if there is no history, we are like a gust of wind, without beginning or end, without purpose and direction. History is home, a simple and hard stone house in the vast world. There is no embellishment or embellishment. It is the old capital that we miss when we are sailing away, and it is the root of the prodigal who wanders around the world.
Civilization has declined, and history has begun to fade. With a sigh, mankind has devoted itself to a new history. We are summarizing, remembering, and mourning our ancestors. Then he resolutely walked on the road at his feet and followed their footprints step by step.
After reading "A Thousand Years Sigh", I suddenly had such a feeling. It penetrated deeply into my soul and woke me up again. Being born in China is the greatest blessing in my life. I can write words that have thousands of years of history, and I can talk in languages ??that have been passed down for thousands of years. Every step I take has the footprints of my ancestors, and I am proud of it. Maybe life as a Chinese is not rich, and I am still powerless in the face of extreme poverty in mountain villages, but I still feel honored to be a descendant of Yan and Huang. Mr. Yu Qiuyu said that the Chinese nation is not an inferior nation. Yes, as we move forward, perhaps we should re-examine the attitude we should have as a large nation. Not pride, not humility. Rather, we should preserve our civilization without being humble or arrogant, and be thoughtful and cautious about adopting the civilization of others.
One day, I will overlook the entire Central Plains. Let the cold wind penetrate my thin soul, let me listen to the voice of this land of China, and let me touch the old soul of this ancient country. One day, I will stand beside the roaring Yellow River. Let the splashing water of the Yellow River wet my clothes and feet, letting me shed tears with this nation, and let me feel the endless flow of history. History coexists with mountains and rivers and will not fall for thousands of years.