In real life, people are imperfect, and we all know and tolerate imperfections in ourselves and others. However, since public figures enjoy the benefits of being famous, they must pay the price of being imagined or even exploited by others.
I read "The Last Station", which reflects the last course of Tolstoy's life, just as Ji Xianlin's son published a book about an unknown old Ji. For ordinary readers like me, we rarely get caught up in the trivialities of the masters' lives. I used to think that Peking University was a bit too much. If even the home of a national treasure could be stolen, what face would it be to rely on the master to make money. After watching "The Last Station", I understood Ji Xianlin through Tolstoy.
Masters, different from ordinary celebrities, shoulder the responsibility of on-demand culture, ideas and so on for all living beings. For the public, the moral requirements are naturally not low. For followers, the master is a banner, that is, a tool.
Tolstoy said: "Everything I know is because of love. In Sophia's heart, love is love and a responsibility to the family. In the heart of the believer Vladimir, love is fraternity and devotion to the public. As a lucky husband, Tolstoy had Sophia's lifelong love; as a great writer, Tolstoy had the love from the heart of the people. So, when the two clashed in the hearts of his followers, Tolstoy had to run away from home in his old age, and finally died in a foreign country. Tolstoy completed the ideal of "believers" with the tragedy of himself and his family, and has since gone to the altar.
Nearly 100 years later, the Chinese master also broke with his family and became a puppet of Peking University. Just as Tolstoy's followers had the heart to drag an elderly man in his 80s on a long and harsh journey away from home, our higher education institution also blocked Ji Lao's family from the hospital door. How tragic, how sacred, and how fragile a person without a family is, there is no better tool than this. Your tragedy has realized how many rights, positions and interests that people could not achieve by their own abilities! No matter how great the ideals of these people may be, they themselves are either indifferent or never would have done such a heartless thing to their loved ones. In short, as much pain as the master's family is, they are as satisfied, because the master of tragedy is the most suitable to be a perfect man, a saint.
We still have an era where we are proud to draw a clear line with our family. Everyone seems to be for others and for higher ideals, but. . .
I am shallow and ignorant, and will be glad that Sophia can finally see her husband before her death, and that she will finally get the property she deserves.
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