When I watched "Hitch to Berlin" before, I agreed with a point of view expressed in it: modern architecture seems to have lost its soul. I just saw a passage in "Walden Lake", and I feel that it can explain this phenomenon very well:
The beauty of the architecture I see now, I know, is gradually developed from the inside out, it comes from the needs and personality of the occupants, and the occupants are the only builders; the beauty of architecture comes from a certain unconscious truth and nobility , has nothing to do with appearance; if we want to add more of this beauty, we must first have a similar unconscious beauty of life. Painters know that the most interesting dwellings in this country are often the least pretentious and crudest wooden shacks and huts of the poor, that the house is the shell of the dweller in it, the life of the dweller, and not merely any external appearance of the house. The uniqueness makes these houses picturesque. . .
It can be seen that some of us get the beauty of the house from its appearance, while others get it from the inside of the house. Just like when looking at people, some people look at it from the outside, and some people look at it from the inner quality, but it doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t have to look like it, because what he¡¯s talking about is not a house, but a person. Thinking of it, someone ridiculed Zhuge Liang as the incarnation of wisdom, but married an extremely ugly wife, but isn't this the tip of the iceberg of his superhumanity? A person with those thoughts only reveals his shallowness when he speaks. He cannot reach high places, and his short-sightedness cannot reach high places. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com