I have been reading Don Quixote written by Cervantes these days
Now finally finished reading
But have you really read it?
There is an uneasy voice in my heart
Seems to be asking myself
Maybe the content is finished
But the bitterness and bitterness in it
It's not enough for outsiders
This reminds me of what Cao Xueqin said in Dream of the Red Chamber
full of nonsense
A handful of bitter tears
Du Yun author crazy
Who understands the taste
someone said
Reading is also reading yourself
In a sense
indeed so
When I first read it, I felt that the master Don Quixote and the servant Sancho in the book are very cute, but this cuteness is also very ridiculous, because the sharp contrast between the characters and the content of the dialogue, etc., provoked me, who usually doesn¡¯t like to laugh. , I can't help but laugh out loud from time to time
?I really have to admire Cervantes for his unique language power and imagination, using the irony of literature to the extreme
Although I am a vulgar reader
However, as I read more deeply, this work is not a vulgar and ridiculous story in my opinion
On the contrary, the more you look at it, the sadder it becomes
to the end
Don Quixote is dying
suddenly awakened
? To lash out at one's previous behavior
And said he was at the moment all the fantastic novels of chivalry
Abandoned like shoes
after
made a will
? In which the niece's marriage was specifically requested
For her to marry a man who knows nothing about chivalry novels
And the premise still needs to be verified
If not
Even if her niece agrees to marry this person
He will take back the previous property will
And donate all to charity
in a few days
he died
He knows he can die
So I went
As if it were absurd since he had been through all the trials of a knight
As if he just woke up from a dream before he died
But whoever reads through
? Didn't realize the extreme sadness from it
? Didn't see Cervantes' irony of himself
That is the irony of oneself
even I see myself in it
I think
When I laugh at Don Quixote or Sancho
There is a voice inside of me laughing at my own incompetence and weakness and my inability to do anything about the world's troubles
How many people in this world have not lived a ridiculous life?
How many people are not in a dream without knowing it?
When I finished writing this piece of my heart
I think, now I'm just starting my life
I may not have the courage of Don Quixote
But I will always have his place in my heart
There are too many dreamers in the world
On the contrary, they are all people who say nothing
really disgusting
someone said
A person's greatness is realized in the soul
Also reflected in ordinary life
I think it's good to be such a person
Your own greatness is not made
It's when I'm alone
What will you do, what will you think
that is it
At this time
The sun outside the window was dyed red for some reason
Like burning my own life like blood
As for me, I put down the pen in my hand, walked out gently, and stood on the balcony, looking at the glow that was far away from me. For some reason, the glow finally turned into a round of setting sun, sinking slowly until it disappeared
At this time I found that time has passed
The years are silent, and youth is already dead
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