The same words are also suitable for Miss Potter. Woolf's expression may not be limited to women who write, but more to women who have a sense of independence: they have their own pursuits, independence, self-reliance, and need careful attention. To build their own life, love or men are not necessary for them. If he comes, he will naturally accept it; if he does not come, it will not harm life. This state seems complicated, but it is clear and concise, because only the inner world is their kingdom.
Yourcenar once used Woolf to express her feelings for similar intellectuals. She said: They are either out of fragility or out of excess energy, and they continue to linger in the place of arduous mental training.
Including Woolf, Carson McCullers, Emily Dickinson, all suffered a lot from this kind of inner cultivation. When I read Dickinson's poems, I was amazed at her living condition. She was never married. She stayed in the quiet, beautiful and old-fashioned town of Amherst, and even stayed at home for 15 years, and the close family members around her were completely unaware of her amazing poetry creation. She reminded me of the lonely witch in the old castle. She must have found the perfect world that she recognizes, and all the outside world can no longer attract her. She closes the entrance to her world, she does not go out and does not need anyone to enter.
After watching Miss Potter, I think Beatrix Potter must have found her warm fairy tale world. She has similar excavations with the above women, but she is different from their emptiness and gloom, she is a bright, fresh temperament, so her brushstrokes indulge in the childhood interest created by nature and creatures.
There are her Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Rabbit, Duckling, Peaceful Piglet, Bad Mouse Brother, and Fishing Pot-bellied Frog, where the sun is warm, the grass is full, the water is gurgling, and the river is crystal clear, where she is The fairy tale kingdom is a soft state of mind that can sleep with a faint smile. She slept in her world and didn't want to wake up.
She is not the Sleeping Beauty in Andersen's fairy tale who is waiting for the prince's kiss to wake her up. She is waiting for the spread of text as the carrier to finally reach a common warmth, even a dialogue that transcends time and space. What she is waiting for is the need to wake her up Innocent soul collision.
The fairy tale world of Beatrix Potter must not be so easy to reach.
I looked there from a distance, and there were rivers, mountains, and swamps in front of me. Our road was blocked by forests and stumbled by thorns. It was beautiful because of its difficulty.
More and more of us have embarked on that road, and suddenly found that what we are doing is to complete the unfinished appointment with childhood, to pick up the labels of simplicity, clarity, warmth, moisture, and beauty, and treat them like Shiny badges are generally carried for life.
The soul chooses her mate,
then
closes the door, no more courtesies
to her holy majority, unmoved , she finds the frame parked in front of her low door, an emperor kneeling on her doormat I know that she single-handedly selects one person from a great country and has since blocked the door she cares about like a rock - Emily Dickinson
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