How to understand the rocks in River of the North?

The river of the north. The north, in the concept of Chinese culture, is like a regional reference, so much so that it has become a symbol of a cultural and a spiritual trait of a nation. The river, the river that is constantly flowing, Mr. Zhang Chengzhi has given it a variety of meanings in his works.

But when I didn't open the work and only read this word, what suddenly came to mind was the sentence of Confucius: "The deceased is like a husband - reluctant to give up day and night." "In the Analects, the image of the river poetically merges with the passage of time.

Not strictly speaking, I think it is even similar to Heraclitus in Greece that "one cannot step into the same river twice". People pass in the river of time, and they are constantly pursuing and encountering in this river. When the word "seek" is spoken, people will innate recognize that it is not an isolated word, and that the verb "seeking" contains a metaphor, something that I will talk about when I have something to seek.

The so-called "idealism" is probably like this. Firmly believe that you are on the way to seeking, and relentlessly search for the "what" that you are seeking. That doesn't mean I praise this seemingly positive value.

Behind this "idealism" lies an urgent desire to hold on to the "something" that may not exist.

When I was a middle school student who was accustomed to copying beautiful sentences and sitting in a well and watching the sky, the sentences in his "Black Horse" and "The River of the North" occupied my notebook paragraph by paragraph, and I was obsessed with every sentence: those large passages of text described the passion of the river and the melodiousness of the song, which filled my understanding of the north with a hot imagination. So, under the traction of those words, I imagined that the river in the north was flowing with men's blood, and the black horses were rippling with the deep affection of men in the north.

Looking at those passionate words, I longed to be a man, drinking horses and the Yellow River, chasing the Central Plains, and dreaming of boundless heroes. Like the boys in **, he is frivolous and immature, ignorant and fearless, and flamboyant and heroic.

Articles are a medium for conveying ideology and influencing the thoughts and opinions of others. We can perceive a person's heart through his writings, and we can also spread his spiritual essence and infiltrate readers through his articles. For the essence of the article, it is normal to not understand it, to understand it wrongly.

For the article, it is also correct to take the essence and discard the dross. However, it is sad to forcibly ignore the person and the matter, and to forcibly indicate that the text must be different from the person and the person because of the sense of justice that he has wrongly abused.

There's a lot of energy in him. Look at his almost masochistic insistence in the book, almost neurotic calculating and muttering: how many pages of geography can I translate tomorrow night; I can read that concise Japanese dictionary as many as I can.

The amazing thing is that this kind of triviality does not make people feel like mother-in-law, but exudes a reassuring power, and there is nothing that this person can't do. Even if you ask him to pick the moon in the sky, he can calculate: cut wood today, build a ladder tomorrow.

For a long time after reading this book, the male protagonist in the book was the image of a real man in my heart, and I used this image to compare with the boys around me according to the map, and found that real men are actually very few.

The river in the north was seen when there were still a hundred days before the college entrance examination, and it took an afternoon. I was excited, but tried to stay calm. I learned how we should face life.