Visitors to Walden Pond--on the reading of Walden Pond

Walden's Visitors

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He had been educated at Harvard University, the best university in the United States, and he had been in seclusion in the desolate Walden Pond, living as simple as a primitive man, and he became close friends with the mountains and vegetation, he could see the seasons from a leaf, his hand not only took a pen, but also the axe, and his eyes read not only the trees The sunset and the sparkling waters. He is the author of the famous prose collection "Walden"-Henry David Thoreau Thoreau.

At first, Thoreau was an excerpt from the "Walden Pond" in the junior Chinese elective course, when I lost interest in the obscure translation and journal-like narrative, without further tasting the book. The real start of Jesoro or the weekend before, at home idle I chose this "Walden" to begin reading. "Time is nothing more than a river for my fishing", "Send infinite hope in the dawn, because the dawn will not abandon us in our sleep", without a bit of pedantic and rouge qi of the text, not necessarily to express what view, Thoreau just conveys a natural flavor from the wild. This kind of attitude let me feel a kind of ordinary soul moved, also let me decide attentively to savor this book carefully. Fingers wandering between the pages, I could hear the frogs and the birds, and see the ripples in the lake and the mist in the forest. I seemed to smell Thoreau, his vitality, his individuality, his independence, his attitude, the scent of wisdom. Such a Thoreau such as the son of nature, such as life Tutor, bring me deep moving. He taught me to be patient enough to sink my heart away from irritability and worldly utility. He described his pure life to me in a plain voice, with a cheerful, confident tone. He did not insist on being a hermit, and when he wanted to retire, he came, and when he felt enough, he went. I tremble at the ease and freedom that I see, the majority of the society, who are willing to condemn the casual and idealized attitude, they are marching forward in the rivers of the Times, mediocre in the day-to-day, and forgetting the original ideals in the repetition of year after year.

"We need to see that we are breaking our limits and need to live freely on some of the pastures we have never drifted." Thoreau said so. He is a wise man, different from the 庸庸 sentient beings, but he is not a hermit who does not eat human fireworks, he came to Walden Pond, for the sake of understanding, but Walden has generously bestowed all its wisdom on this devout visitor. As he points out in his book, "At least I learned from the experiment that if a person can confidently move in the direction of his dream and try to run the life he desires, he can achieve the usual unexpected success." "Such seclusion is a life experiment for him, and it has nothing to do with the moan.

"I did not sing like a songbird, I only smiled silently, and smiled at my happiness." "The most touching part of Thoreau's character is the one that is most different from the character of most people, that is, the uniqueness of his whole person." He may have escaped the generalization more than others, and escaped the categorization. Like a tree--he has a continuous stretch of vigorous branches, he has not forgotten beginner's mind deep into the soil roots, and enjoy the sun and rain of the green leaves. He stood quietly in the Bank of Walden Pond, his eyes full of affection, in his heart flowing to this piece of land love, to Walden Pond's affection.

From July 4, 1845 to September 6, 1847, Thoreau lived alone on the edge of Walden Pond, almost exactly 2 years and 2 months. Walden Pond not only provides a place for Thoreau to live, but also provides him with a unique spiritual atmosphere.

Each of us may have a place that really belongs to us, and this place may not be where we are creeping, but not everyone of us will set out to look for it. It is not only the habitat of our body, but also the homeland of our soul, the spiritual home, it gives us vitality, give us inspiration, give us peace.

The world is constantly committed to occupy more things, often with some approach to greed, and Thoreau with the text occupy all the scenery of this lake. Like a poet, after appreciating the most precious part of an idyllic landscape, he rode away, and the manor thought that he had taken only a few wild apples, but the poet had staked his pastoral rhymes with the most essential part-culture. This kind of purchase pays not money, but more precious things than money, it pays is a heart of love, and strength, it gets more precious nature.

Back to nature, to be a natural person, a natural person, to understand the beauty of nature, to appreciate the true meaning of nature, this is the pursuit of Thoreau's life. The simpler the life is, the simpler the laws of the universe will be. He relies on himself, his own cultivation, harvest himself, feel the changes of the seasons, for the arrival of spring and rejoice. He listens, he truly experiences himself, and implements aesthetics in his life and in his writing. Thoreau brought me the experience, and not only the collection of prose, and not only the ink under the text, more is a kind of inner touch, and the soul moved. Thoreau, he seemed to live in a parallel world with me, and I could not set foot on his path, but thanked him for letting me know of a life experience that blends with nature, and he made me realize how precious and pure it was to reject the mediocre attitude of life. At the same time, he made me believe that if I was inconsistent with the pace of all sentient beings, it might be because I heard another beat of life, followed by another rhythm of life. He let me no longer afraid of being different from others, he made me more convinced that life is pure, he let me see nature, touch nature, listen to nature, he let me again and again to be moved, he is Thoreau, he is quietly standing on the bank of the Thoreau, he is loved by nature Thoreau.

Walden Pond, I have not been to, do not know how it is a lake, do not know whether it has become a person's industry today, but I know that there is only one Walden Pond in the world, that is Thoreau's Walden Pond.

Visitors to Walden Pond--on the reading of Walden Pond