Commentary on man, poetically dwelling, man, poetically dwelling

We live in a materialistic modern city, where there are steel monsters rising from the ground, there are wine and meat ponds and forests, and the people here are in a hurry, they are very stupid and will stop in the grass to watch a pure green world, so simple and pure. Maybe sometimes we should stop and wait for our souls. Perhaps we can live a small life without living up to the nobility and whiteness.

In this world, the red dust is long, and the spine is faced with the provocation of all things, can we have a heart like a rock, can we live poetically? Maybe we can let go of this worldly distraction, bring a heart, with a pair of feet, to outline the scenery of my youth grazing in the distance. Perhaps we can put aside our fame and fortune, and on a winter afternoon, hold a cup of fragrant milk tea and go to the forest trail to walk through our youth.

People should not be still life inserted in a vase for people to enjoy, but should be a rhythm that spreads on the grassland and dances in the wind, life is not an arrangement, but a pursuit.

Life is not what is in front of you, life has poetry and distance. There are strings in the heart, even if the guests go to the tea to cool down, there are still small songs that sound slowly, and there are still trees full of osmanthus and green and turn into the fragrance of wine. What I want in my heart is to poetically dwell on the earth, not to seek glory and wealth, but to open my door, and I can listen to the birds and smell the flowers.

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree, the spirit of a leaf, and I can see the whole autumn ......Yao Yao.

Poetic dwelling is a high-end way of dwelling, similar to the poetic lake area abroad, is a form of nomadic dwelling with a high density of various cultures, and there is a wide range of demand in China, but it has not formed a unified concept.

Man is a passing guest of the earth, and he is also the builder of his own beautiful life. When civilization has developed to a certain point, what is the appropriate way for people to survive? Heidegger, a master of German existentialism and a representative of existential philosophy, provides an interpretive perspective of "poetic dwelling", explaining the beautiful life of human beings from the philosophical and spiritual dimensions.

Poetically dwelling", from a poem by the 19th-century German poet Holderlin: "Man is full of labor, but he still poetically dwells on this land." In fact, the poet Hölderlin "is a man who is incapable of coping with life", but he is keenly aware that the development of science, technology and industrial civilization is forming a huge squeeze on human existence.

In "Bread and Wine", he asks, "What is a poet in this age of poverty?" Heidegger, on the other hand, transforms Hölderlin's expression of reality into a philosophical proposition of necessity.

Heidegger believes that in the era of "the absence of God" and the "fading of the gods", philosophy is impoverished, human desires are rampant, technical reason is supreme, and the humanistic spirit is decayed. Veblen once described a life of "abundance" and "conspicuous consumption" as a provocative and provocative moot to vanity and pursuit. On the other hand, "our inhabitants are plagued by a shortage of housing.

Even if it were not so, our dwelling today is tormented by toil, restless by the pursuit of merit and profit, and bewildered by recreation and pastime. The object of technological domination is moving faster, more and more recklessly, and more and more fully on the whole world, replacing everything that was previously visible in the world.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, wandering outside things, wandering between things and me, which is a poetic life. Tao Qian abandoned the seal, did not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, picked chrysanthemums under the east fence, and built a peach source in his heart, which is also a poetic life. Thoreau built a wooden house on the shores of the sapphire Walden Lake, lived a leisurely life like nature, or fished on the Blue Lagoon, or walked on the dense forest trails, writing immortal masterpieces, and his life was even more poetic.

Turning the eyes of history back to the present, it is undeniable that the current era is an era of highly developed material civilization and the integration of various cultures. With the advent of the "WeChat era", the crowd's net of heaven and earth has come rapidly. In the beep prompt, we gradually turned into large turbid cells, walking hurriedly and dusty, looking nervous and full of anxiety.

If there is no prompt for a while, it will be like a hundred insects eating bodies, and the heart is itchy and unbearable, and I will get rid of an addict.

When people are overly dependent on tools, they become tools of tools, no different from the walking dead. So says Neo in "The Matrix". It is undeniable that the advent of the "WeChat era" has changed the way people communicate with each other and shortened the distance between people.

It's a good thing that friends who didn't communicate much have suddenly become active. But all sorts of things have been built, those familiar strangers are chattering about trivial matters in the group, too much useless information fills your brain, your life is dominated by the group and you are exhausted, the wings of the soul are shackled, and the poetry is gone.

Zhuangzi said: "There is nothing to do to swim in infinity." "Yes!

In order to achieve absolute freedom of the mind, we must achieve "no self", "no merit", "no name", that is, "no self", eliminate all artificial shackles, be quiet and do nothing, and be at ease. After all, we can't break through the constraints of real conditions, so turn off your mobile phone, put your brain outside the beep prompt, feel the calmness and poetry of nature, empty your brain, and swim in that moment of eternal leisure.

Unwilling to live in the restless, nervous, and bustling 19th century, Thoreau went alone to the remote shores of Walden, quietly contemplating, and letting time pass quietly. He is like the citrus in his pen to absorb the original ecological nutrients, his soul is enriched by the nourishment of nature, without the disturbance of idlers, and he lives detachedly in the world he creates. It is true that WeChat has improved the way people communicate, but it may not improve people's ideological realm, and even cause people to forget the meaning of life and put the cart before the horse to pursue something external, which is also what Thoreau is worried about.

So, can you not let the noisy sound dominate your life, let go of all the burdens, let the heart become lighter, the mind becomes opener, and the real life is realized?

In this noisy era, only by controlling the ethereal and poetic sense of our own hearts can we grasp ourselves, poetically integrate into every day's life, look at things with a peaceful heart, smile at the flowers blooming and falling, and watch the clouds roll up.

Tags: Poetic.