the
fifth year of reading "Dead Poets Society" again. At the end, my lips were still trembling, and my eyes were full of tears. Even if you can't meet Captions like Keating in real student days, it is a blessing to be born in contemporary times to come into contact with such stories in the way of movies. Sadly, most people leave school and enter society either as cynics or as realists. (a cynic, or a realists.) As McAllister said in the film: Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams...and I'll show you a happy man. Break free from your bondage and I can show you a happy person.
Nearly two years after graduating, I quit my job to travel, and went to Shangri-La to volunteer for a month, reaching out to people in another part of the country: I want to go to university However, students who lack educational resources, children with average grades who are unwilling to go to school, migrant workers in inn, teachers who teach while working, rural doctors from the United States who are volunteers, philanthropists who organize the establishment of local handicraft centers, local Tang Card school principal and student, organizer of intangible cultural heritage protection. Russell told us that unevenness is the source of happiness, but I feel that my sense of happiness is probably seeing more unhappiness. Knowing the joys and unhappiness of fish.
Due to the unwellness of my partner, on the last day of Shangri-La, I planned a weekend activity by myself. The basic requirement of the activity is no less than one hour of English teaching and games, and the people are probably between 4 and 13 years old. The children of the 1980s completed the teaching of the word class in the midst of a commotion. The children's opinions on playing games were also difficult to unify. Since there were a majority of girls, a few boys from the minority slammed out the door. I was overwhelmed. The rest The girls were still noisy. Impatiently, I took them to the yard to listen to their discussions. During the chatter, I asked if any of them wanted to be teachers in the future. This time, the negative answers were very uniform. A slightly better teacher is someone who is bullied by the students, and I belong to this category. Even if some teachers often punish me, they also think that my temper is not suitable for them to be their teacher.
In Shanghai, although you can’t enter and leave the middle school campus at will, you are usually allowed to enter when you register for visiting information in the guard room. I remembered that several schools in Shangri-La were closed, and I immediately suspected the information these children told me, as if I was still a student. At times, parents also told teachers "if I'm not obedient, teach me a lesson." Such things. Slowly, the children asked me if I really enjoyed being a teacher? from where? Will you continue to be a teacher? I smiled wryly that I wasn't born in a normal school, and I didn't get a teacher's qualification certificate, but at their age, I really wanted to be a teacher. I said that the greatest reward God gives a good man is to make him a good man, and the greatest punishment God gives to a bad man is to make him a bad man. Because I chose to be a good person, God gave me a chance to be a teacher and fulfilled my childhood wish. When I asked what they wanted to do when they grew up, the eldest Dawa Dolma glanced at me and told me shyly that she wanted to go to the best university in Yunnan, and the quietest girl told me she wanted to open an ice cream shop. Because I want to have endless ice cream to share with my children, and I want to go out of Shangri-La and see the outside world. The youngest girl who makes me smile the most is the youngest girl. She said that she wants to be a parent the most.
2
For a loner on the road, of course, someone is willing to accompany him to wander, but if not, then we have to become our own sun.
I have always been afraid of loneliness, so I have been trying different ways to relieve my inner loneliness, whether it is learning painting and music, or reading books that I have become accustomed to, or an impulsive but well-arranged travel, even if it is I closed my eyes and dreamed of a dazzling meditation, but there was still no way to cry like a heart-wrenching cry in the deserted mountains, and daydreams became the only outlet for my emotions.
Thoreau said: "Most people live in peaceful despair." The university is also a friend of poetry lovers, and recently joined a magazine, lamenting that most of the colleagues in the agency are already awesome people. Even children younger than themselves have published books. We no longer write poetry, and the "poets" at that time all started to mediocre to support their families. Even a job where they woke up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs was just barely enough to support themselves. As for poetry, we can no longer have the urge to indulge in a rhyme to the end, like a ship that encounters a tsunami in the sea, rhythmically ups and downs before sinking, and the futile struggle is full of despair and directionless.
When I was in college, I read a poem written by a netizen, and I was deeply impressed. I read all his works, but there were very few readers. After a long time, I met a high school girl who likes poetry in the readership of writer Mu Xin, and I put the poet's works. Let her see it, after reading it, she accused me of liking the poem of a person I knew but never told him about it. My argument that it was a chance encounter was obviously weak, so she used my blog account to express our feelings to the poet. Shared appreciation and a thankful response.
If there is one person who is good enough for him to construct his own outlook on life and values, then I may have met my own Mr. Keating. I still don't love you as much as I express in the music. "Mr. Mu Xin thought of Wagner in prison in his early years, but he couldn't find Wagner's original text. I also deeply felt that I couldn't express in the poem, the Caption that loves me - Mr. Mu Xin. He reminded me of "Shawshank" Andy Mu Xin also used his own way to write more than 650,000 words in dirty underground water for 18 months in an abandoned dugout full of filth, one stroke at a time. Rescue myself.
3 On
a blue summer evening, I will set foot on the path, push
aside the pointed wheat awns, and cross the green grass:
dreamer, I feel the freshness of dreams from the soles of my shoes,
on my bald head, the cool breeze.
Nothing Said, thinking of nothing, but
endless love poured into my soul, and
I will go far, far away, like a bohemian,
with nature - as happy as a girl beside me.
Lanbo: On the last day of Dusk (translated by Wang Yipei)
in Shangri-La, I met an American girl at dinner. While visiting relatives in China alone, she was going to a rural hospital in Dali to do volunteer work. The coincidence of the itinerary made us stay in Lugu together. After visiting the lake for two days, she talked about her life and ideals one night. She said that after graduating from medical school, she will become a pediatrician. She hopes to go to more poor and remote places to help local children, develop good hygiene habits and learn Simple medical common sense, I jokingly replied to her: "Born to live, live to give." She was very excited and gave me a hug.
I still bravely reveal myself in front of a stranger that I most want to be a poet, thinking that the title of a poet is the highest praise for human beings, talking about American poets Emily Dickinson, Borges, TS Eliot, Ace LaPound, and read Whitman's poem "Oh, Captain! My Caption!" about Lincoln, and she brought up Emerson and I told the story of "the doomed man in the sackcloth and the tuxedo." And highly recommend the movie "Dead Poets Society", We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write because we are the members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law , business, and engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love…These are what we stay alive for.
In contrast to reality and memories, there are also Neil, Todd, Meeks, Dalton, Knox, and the shameless Cameron in life, as well as all kinds of people in realism. When you try to walk the path that a few people take, and see a more diverse world, you will understand the path under your feet, no matter how many people have walked it, just whether it is your inner free will and choice is enough. Witness the dignity that makes you a human being.
A gentleman has nothing to do with his words. I never hope that in the future, when I get married and have children, I will recall Bei Dao's poems with a group of middle-aged potbellied people. Once we had dreams, about literature, about love, and about traveling across the world; now we are late at night. Drinking alcohol and cups touching each other are the sounds of broken dreams.
Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams...and I'll show you a happy man.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free. It was always thus and always thus will be.
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