A great writer, such as Roman Roland or Tolstoy, is a big river. Its waves, twists and turns, and weather are different from place to place. We can't draw a corner of it to represent its whole process. We are happy to know them in books, and they are in direct proportion to the mud dragons along the Nile or the Yangtze River. Each of us shares their moisturizing benefits according to our own weight. Speaking of these two authors-Tolstoy and romain rolland: Their inspiration source is the same, their mission is the same, and they have a mutual tacit understanding in spirit (detailed later), as if God never taught his aura to disappear completely in the world, so in this generally turbid and dark world, there are often such great geniuses who inherit spiritual wisdom to guide us astray and enlighten us. But they also have their own differences; For example, let's extend the above metaphor. Tolstoy and Roman Roland's predecessors were more like the Nile Valley. It is flanked by huge moraines, tombs of ancient Egypt, reflections of triangular pyramids, palm trees and sometimes parades with tents. There are always strange stars at the zenith; The descendants of Roman Roland and Tolstoy, like the Yangtze River valley, are closer to the world and more human. Its banks are green Sang Ma, which is a row of houses. It is fish or shrimp swimming in the waves, not crocodile with teeth. What can be heard on the shore is not the mysterious camel bell, but the sound of cooked chickens and dogs. This may be the difference between Slavic nationality and Latin nationality, focusing more on these two masters, but their mission of moistening this bitter and dry world is the same.
One afternoon fifteen years ago, in the street of Paris, a passerby was hit by a car and almost died. This is romain rolland. If he died that day, Paris wouldn't care too much. At most, there is a small print in the local news column of the newspaper: "A car caused trouble and killed a pedestrian named romain rolland, 45 years old. He is a professor of musicians in the university and once ran an unknown magazine named Cahiers de la Quinzaine.
But Roland doesn't die, he can't die; He still has to finish his task. In the year when the European War broke out, Roland's genius, buried in the nameless darkness for fifty years, suddenly gained universal understanding. Since then, he has been not only the leader of European thought and spirit, but also the source of inspiration for the whole world. His voice is like an avalanche on the highest peak, echoing in the valleys far and near. The five-year war has destroyed countless life and cultural achievements, but what cannot be destroyed is several basic beliefs and ideals of mankind. Roland will always be a hero in this intangible battlefield of spiritual value.
In the face of the whole Europe struggling in the whirlpool of fighting, Roland shouted, we are brothers, let go! Faced with resentment, hatred, falsehood and madness, Roland concentrated his lonely intellectual and emotional strength to fight. Faced with extensive destruction, Roland stretched out his single arm and began to organize humanitarian forces. Facing the intellectuals who were confused by nationalism and vicious revenge instinct, he loudly awakened their responsibilities and asked them to restore their ideological independence and help the blind masses.
"In the air of the battlefield"-"About the battlefield"-is not on the battlefield, but in the sky of all nationalities, not on the territory of a country. We can hear Roland's loud voice, which is the voice of human beings, like a bright shower, and his heart is burning with the flames of killing each other on the ground. Roland's battle was fruitful. He united the idea of international freedom and laid a solid foundation for future peace. These are his own words:
We have gained heavy benefits from the war, which unites the hearts of all ethnic groups who do not want to be dominated by the universal racial resentment against us. This lesson inspired their energy and strengthened their will. Who says that human friendship is a desperate ideal? I no longer doubt the future European unity. We will soon be able to achieve spiritual unity. This war is only the baptism of its hot blood.
This is Roland, a brave and kind warrior! When the blade of his whole country is unanimous against the Germans, he dares to say no, the real enemy is the hatred in your own hearts.
When Europe was broken into unmanageable pieces, he imagined a more perfect unity of human spirit. He believes that friendship and sympathy are always weapons to overcome hatred and resentment; He never doubted that his ideal was the final winner. In front of him are Tolstoy and Tao Amovsky (although their ideological forms are different), as well as Tagore and Gandhi (their ideological forms are also different). Their position is at the top of the mountain, their horizon is the whole history in time, and the whole mankind in space. Their voice is Lei Zhen in the sky, and their gift is spiritual comfort.
We are all prisoners in prison, chained and locked up. It is rare that a ray of bright and warm sunshine shines on our dark faces, and a happy bird passes by, which makes our sleepy heads clear. After "heavy turbidity", Roland began his biography of bed flowers and marsh:
Heavy turbidity is the air around us. The world is suffocated by a thick and dirty pollution ... a humble substance is pressed on our hearts and heads, which makes all ethnic groups and individuals lose the opportunity to work freely. We'll suffocate. Come on, let's open the window, let the free air in the sky come in, let's breathe the breath of ancient heroes.
Break the prejudice of self and understand the unity of spirit; Break the prejudice of national boundaries and understand the unity of human nature. This is a lesson for Roland and his idealists. Get rid of the bondage of resentment and realize the freedom of thought; Resist the oppression of the times and restore the dignity of the soul. This is a lesson for Roland and his idealists. People are born with suffering; Our right to be human is not to curse life, because it gives us pain. We should study in pain, practice in pain, understand in pain, find our inner treasure in pain and understand the truth of life in pain. Heroes, Roland admires humanitarian heroes like Mimi Langchiro and Bede Waffen most, and is nothing more than a great patient. Those immortal artists, who have never realized life, art, religion and all the meanings in their pain? I am a suffering person, and he pushes his sympathy to all the suffering people in the world; Suffering comes from him. Suffering is a kind of greatness, which is deeper than the greatness of the cause. What he is looking for is a soul that feels sad and lonely on the ground. "Life is hard. Whoever doesn't want to put up with vulgarity is constantly struggling in life. And this is often a painful struggle, without glory and happiness, struggling alone in loneliness and silence. Poverty makes you breathless, family burdens you, and meaningless and boring work consumes your energy. Without joy, hope and companionship, you have no chance to touch your own flesh and blood on this dark road. " This concept of pain is the starting point of Roland's philosophy of life, and he tries to build a solid and humanized apartment on this basis. Therefore, in his famous biography, he tried his best to describe the sufferings of the sages, making us realize that at least in our sufferings, we are not alone, and there are humanitarian news and clues hidden in them. "Unhappy friends, don't hurt yourself too much, because the greatest people have tasted your suffering. We should emulate their efforts and encourage ourselves. If we feel weak, let's rely on them to breathe. They comforted us. Their spirit exudes vitality and kindness. Even if we don't study their works, even if we can't hear their voices, we should realize that the greatest, most fruitful and even happiest time in life is when we suffer. "
We don't know what New China looks like in Mr. romain rolland's imagination; We don't know why he made a special gesture to listen to the echo of his thoughts in New China. But if other people can know the new China as we know the new China, he will have a closer sympathy and relationship with us, and he will reach out and hold it for us more urgently-because you know, I know, what is the new China is just the newly discovered deep sorrow and pain, and it is at the bottom of life! This may be my personal explanation of the new China; But if someone tells Mr Roland that this is the new China with some fashionable slogans, such as overthrowing imperialism or splitting suspicion, I can't predict his feelings.
I have no time and position to describe Roland's life and writings; I can only give a brief outline in a hurry. He is a musical genius, and music has been his life since childhood. His mother taught him to play the piano, and his childlike innocence could not be expressed in the fluctuation of homophonic sounds. Mocha and Bedwaffen were his first heroes. Therefore, when France experienced the highest patriotism in the Prussian War, the young saint was tasting the most delicious art in the works of the "enemy". His legend: "We have many old German music books at home. Germany? I know the meaning of that word? I believe that no one in Germany has seen it in our area. I leafed through the pile of old books and climbed on the piano to spell out the notes. These flowing music, harmonious trickle, irrigate my childlike innocence, like rain pouring into the soil. The happiness and pain of Mocchad and Bedhuafen, and their longing dreams have gradually become the flesh of my flesh and the bone of my bones. I am them, and they are me. How can I live without them? When I was sick and dying as a child, a Mocha looked at me in a tone, just like a lover approaching my pillow. When I was growing up, every time I encountered doubts and regrets, Bedhuafen's music would spark eternal life in my heart. Whenever I am mentally exhausted or have something unpleasant in my heart, I will play the piano and wash away my troubles in music. "
To understand Roland, we should not only read his brilliant biography, but also read his ten-volume Jean Christopher, in which he described his musical experience.
He met Shakespeare at school and discovered the magic of poetry and drama. His philosophy was inspired by the pantheistic Spinoza, just like Gerd. His early friends were three great poets in modern France: paul claudel, the French ambassador to Japan, André Suarez and Charles Paget (who later co-founded Quinn Poetry Magazine with him). Wigner is an overwhelming genius and a hero to Roland and his young friends. But it was Tolstoy who had a greater influence on his personal life. He has read his works and admires him very much. Later, he read his On Art.. The old Russian elephant-to use a stolen metaphor-walked into the garden of art, stepped on a pot of flowers with his left foot, which was Shakespeare, and stepped on a pot of flowers with his right foot, which was Bediva powder. At this time, young romain rolland came to the wrong path of his thoughts. Shakespeare, Bayes and Tolstoy are all heroes in his mind, but Tolstoy angrily rebuked the first-class writers of Shakespeare and Bayes, saying that their art was unacceptable, irrelevant and not really humane-his early self had to be irrelevant. An enthusiastic truth seeker in Roland is like a thunderbolt in the blue sky; He couldn't help doubting any longer. He wrote a letter to Tolstoy, stating his ambivalence. He was twenty-two years old. A few weeks later, Roland almost forgot the letter. One day, he suddenly received an email: a long letter of 38 pages, written by the great Tolstoy himself for this unknown French teenager! "Dear brother," the sixty-year-old man called him, "I received your first letter, and I was deeply moved. I read your letter and tears filled my eyes. "
Let's talk about his views on art: the motivation for us to invest in life should not be for the love of art, but for the love of mankind. Only those who have experienced this kind of inspiration can hope to achieve a valuable career in life. This is still his old saying, but the young Roland was deeply moved by the saints of this era who sympathized with him, comforted him and pointed him out. We can roughly imagine his excitement at that time. Therefore, whenever young people wrote to him for decades, Roland didn't reply in person, and treated the younger generation with the same kind and sincere heart. I wonder how many young people have been inspired by him. This is a beneficial fact.
Therefore, every unwilling act of kindness, like the wind in spring, spreads the seeds of life all the way and awakens the lively world.
But Roland was far from becoming famous at that time, although he only made unremitting efforts since he was a child. He has to go through the disappointment of his life experience (unfortunately married, living as a complete hermit for nearly 30 years, now living in Lushan, Switzerland, and I heard that he lives with his sister), and all kinds of mental pains can really be repaid by labor-understanding and accepting his genius. He has written twelve long plays, three most famous biographies (Mimi Lang Luo Qi, Bede Waffen, Tolstoy) and ten major works of John Christophe, which is one of the most important works of this era. He and his friends have been running a gray magazine for fifteen years, but his name is still hidden in the gray pile-it was not until he was nearly fifty years old that the world began to be surprised by his splendor. Bedflower Finn has a few words, which I think are equally applicable to Roland who has been tired all his life:
I have no friends, so I have to live alone. But I know that in my heart, God is close to me, closer than others. When I approached him, I was not afraid. I have always known him. I never worry about my own music, which is beyond the reach of bad luck. Whoever can understand it has the power to relieve the suffering of others.
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