It tells us that the earth breeds everything. It is the source of life, the root of everything now, joy, pain, love, crime, madness and killing, the hotbed of endless hatred, the mother of art and writing, the hometown of our dreams, the collection place of death, and the stage for jumping up and down when we are alive.
It is a stage for performance, showing hypocrisy, sincerity and falsehood.
How beautiful the earth is, it is full of vitality. In the early morning, the earth is transpiration with light blue fog, the sun comes out from the clouds, crops sway with the wind, and livestock and poultry walk leisurely for food.
The noise was high or low, and the water staggered forward. The earth makes our vision so broad and our hearts so stretched. The earth has given us delicious food, beautiful women as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, smiling faces of babies and songs of old people. Give me the earth.
Children's love brings estrus to animals and vitality to the law of the jungle world. The wheels are rolling, and people's desires are endless-the earth has given people too many reverie that can never be satisfied.
In this little
The earth, the vast earth, has given birth to many dreams. Art is one of them. Art appears as a myth and a way of thinking and mastering the world. Art is older than the country, but older than the earth.
It is older than art, Faulkner said, "People can not only live happily, but also flourish." Why? All this benefits from the support and tolerance of the earth.
But the earth is still empty.
More wonderful than that, she asked artists to describe the earth and writers to write through the work of those "gardeners"-laborers. Let's look at how the English writer Lewis Grassic Gibbon wrote about the Earth and its chapter names.
It is called: leveling, plowing, drilling, sowing and harvesting. This is the song "The Land in the Sunset"; In the "cloud valley", they appear one after another: cirrus clouds, cumulus clouds, stratus clouds and rain clouds; On a rocky mountain
In fact, there are epidote, flint, apatite and zircon ... Ivor Brown, a critic from the same town as this writer, praised him: he (Gibbon) is a spokesman full of anger and sympathy for mankind. You can hear it in his works.
The earth itself can talk.
If-if you can do this, turn your whole body into the earth, just like Pangu in our national myth, with eyes on the sun and the moon, five limbs and five mountains, covered in blood.
For rivers, geography, muscles, fields, stars, fur and grass, teeth and bones, rain, lightning and autumn insects, your work will be another god born from the earth.
Soul, the soul of the resurrected ancestors.
Yes, everything left traces of his life on the earth. The earth collected their footprints. The footprints of the river are huge grooves, and the footprints of the forest are coal, one far away.
The footprints of ancient starfish are fossils, while the footprints of human beings are temporary tombstones, eternal art and language. Emerson said: "The sky is full of symbols; Memos and signatures are everywhere; Every object has a prompt, in the
Talk to people with high understanding. "
The earth will hint at us and let us learn from her nutrition and wisdom. The earth will not be stingy with those thinkers and spokesmen because it is full of juice.
Liquid, just to hug her hungry children-those "highly understanding" children. Our ancestors turned into the earth, and in western mythology, the giant Antai, who has power when touching the earth, also gave us darkness.
It shows the mystery of life. Hercules, the great hero, knew it was useless to throw Antai down. Just cut off his contact with Mother Earth, and he failed, so he held him high and separated from Mother Earth.
Then Hercules strangled him easily. If you want to defeat a person, hold him high and let him cut off the flesh-and-blood ties with the earth and the people.
Man speaks through the earth, with the help of
Vivid folk language and life, real scenes, dreams and expectations, faith, faith life, kindness and beauty, he is glad to work and harvest with the help of the earth. But a good writer wants the earth to speak. He must
Loyal to the truth, abandon hypocrisy and power, and become simple-his writing desire and way of speaking; He must listen to the groans of the earth in the ravages, the gibberish in the rotation, the roar in anger and the whisper in happiness.
That's what happened.
Grateful to the earth, this is the only way for us to bow back to Mother Earth. All untidy people from afar will disappear from the earth.
The strength of world growth, the voice of the people and the position of public opinion have influenced us with a very heavy atmosphere, which has made our works have the quality of appealing for the earth and upholding justice for heaven. This is all a gift from the earth. The earth will still be with her.
Words are gentle, generous, firm and deep, calling and supporting us. Blessed are those who go to the earth. He sipped the spiritual spring of life, no longer confused, had a gentle heartbeat, purified his soul, sharpened his sickle and began to harvest …