What are some of the stories about Borges s life that happened when Borges was a child?

At the age of seven, he abbreviated a Greek myth in English.

At the age of eight, according to Don Quixote, he wrote a story in Spanish called "The Deadly Eye Shield".

At the age of nine, he translated the famous British writer Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince" into Spanish, signed Jorge 9 9 Borges, and published it in the Buenos Aires source newspaper El País.

In 1923, he published his first collection of poems, Nos Aires, as well as the Moon in Front of Me (1925) and St. Martin's Notes (1929).

In 1941, the first collection of short stories "The Garden of Diverging Paths" was published.

In addition to his writings, Borges is also a master of literary translators. He is fluent in many languages, and has translated Kafka's short stories** (but The Metamorphosis is not from his translation), Faulkner's Wild Palm, Virginia 9 9 Woolf's A Room of One's Own and Orlando, and Mickon's A Barbarian in Asia directly from German, English, and French, insisting that he will never translate them.

Borges is not only the greatest literary giant in the world today, but also an incomparable master of creation. It is because of Borges that our Latin American literature has won international fame. He broke the shackles of tradition and pushed ** and prose to an extremely lofty realm.

For more than half a century, Borges has been labelled with a number of labels: extremist, avant-garde, surrealism, fantasy literature, mysticism, metaphysics, magical realism, postmodernism, all of which seem to present one of his aspects, a part, or a stage.

Features of Borges's creation

Poetry, prose and short stories** are the three major creative achievements of Borges, which are pure and have their own merits and reflect each other. There is a very vivid trouser size saying: his prose reads like **; His ** is poetry; His poetry often feels like prose.

The bridge that connects the three is his thoughts. He is one of the three major Latin American poets along with Paz and Neruda, and his poetry language is simple, the style is pure, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.

A few days ago, a friend sent me a copy of "Borges's Conversations", although I have also read some famous works in the past two years, but Borges's name has never been heard of, and it is inevitable that he will be lonely.

Jorge. Louis. Borges is a world-renowned Argentine poet, writer, translator, and father of Spanish-speaking American literature.

In 1976, Borges participated in a series of dialogues about his life and work at Indiana University. As noted in the preface, Borges's character and conversation are at least as meaningful, witty and humorous as his works. The expression is concise, straightforward, humble but naturally exudes the spirit of a master, and the witty words shine with the light of philosophy.

Readers read it, from astringency to sweetness, and gradually get better. What is particularly impressive is that Helbos himself is a world-renowned poet of the state wheel, who wrote countless poems and made extraordinary achievements in his life, but he himself never dared to call himself a poet: "I have never been a poet, if you have to call me a poet, then I will be a poet for the time being"!

Perhaps it is this rare awe and humility of poetry and song that makes him abandon the utilitarian heart when he creates, and there are countless works of pure soul flowing into his pen, right?

I think a person is always in the midst of death. Every moment when we can't feel something, we can't find something, but can only repeat something mechanically, is the moment of death. But new life will also come immediately.

If you take a single day of selling a grandson, you will find that there are many deaths and many births and deeds in that day. I don't want to be a walking dead. So I try to stay interested in new things.

I'm always open to experience. These experiences will become poems, into short stories, into fables. I have always accepted them, even though I know that many things I just do and say mechanically, which means that they belong to death rather than life.

Barnston, Borges Conversations).