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Yu Zi Yu Zi
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The night is deep, the moon is clear, the silver wind touches the ground, and it is leisurely and comfortable. I am holding a book in my hand, turning pages, only hearing the sound of rustling, holding my chin in my hand, and after reading the book, I have doubts in my heart.

What is The Moon and Sixpence?

Is sixpence a person or a thing or something else?

There is no moon in the book and there is no explanation for sixpence! All the doubts in my head are my stupidity, so let's get rid of them!

William somerset maugham (1874- 1965) is a famous British novelist and dramatist. He is recognized as "one of the most popular English writers in the 20th century" and one of the best storytellers. The Moon and Sixpence is his novel, written in 19 19.

Sixpence was the smallest monetary unit in Britain at that time. A friend joked with Mao Mu that when people look up at the moon, they often forget the sixpence under their feet. Mao Mu thought it was funny, so he named it a joke.

Suddenly enlightened.

The moon represents lofty ideals, and sixpence represents reality.

This work is based on the life of French impressionist painter paul gauguin. It describes an English stockbroker, Charles Zhu Lan, who has a happy family and a decent job. He was obsessed with painting and spent a year planning to stay away from England and pursue his dreams. So he abandoned his wife and children and never abandoned the rich and happy life that others thought. He wandered around like an ant, ignoring all ridicule and incomprehension, regardless of the environment.

To tell the truth, I don't like people like Zhu Lan, who are arrogant, ungrateful, heartless, abandon their wives and children, regard women as tools to vent their passions and free models, and then abandon them when they are finished; Ignoring others' help, he silently accepted it, unintentionally destroying the relationship between Dirk and his wife who begged for mercy, and indirectly killing Blanche, but he felt that it had nothing to do with himself and even disliked it. Every time I think about this scene, I feel unhappy

However, Zhu Lan's persistence in his dream and his love for finding people are admirable. His arrogance, his bohemian, and his arrogance seem to be the only exception of art. He gave up everything for his dream, which is difficult for ordinary people to do.

You can't have your cake and eat it. If you look up at the moon, you will miss sixpence. If you look down on sixpence, you lose yourself.

Later, Zhu Lan drifted to Tahiti in the South Pacific several times and was introduced to marry and have children with an indigenous girl Aita.

In Tahiti, it is probably his happiest time. He retired to the Garden of Eden, remained indifferent to the world and was forgotten by the world. In this way, beautiful scenery accompanied him, painting the world one by one. Even though he got leprosy and lost his eyes in the last year, his heart was as bright as the moon, and he painted fantastic and creative murals on the wall.

He never complains about his fate, nor is he depressed. Until the last moment of his life, his heart was quiet and serene. I don't like his personality, but I admire him.

He wrote his brilliant life with a brush, and injected all his life dreams, the dreamy "Garden of Eden" in his heart and the value of life into the gorgeous murals. Finally, he realized his ideal and created his own "Garden of Eden". His life was complete, and then he took it with him and left the world forever out of pride and contempt.

The floor was covered with sixpence and he only saw the moon.

I think, maybe he is lonely on the road of dreams. In the face of ridicule and smile, he learned to ignore and choose heartlessly, and put an end to all those who denied his dreams and prevented him from completing his masterpiece. Therefore, he would rather abandon everything, even worldly desires, and stick to his dreams alone, thus forming a withdrawn, heartless, arrogant and detached personality.

Perhaps because of this, the final Zhu Lan was achieved. Even if I don't like his paintings, I won't be indifferent anyway. Because he touched you and fascinated you.

People are often not eager to be what kind of person, but what kind of person they must be. Become what others want, but accidentally lose yourself and forget what the standard is to be what you want to be. Zhu Lan, on the other hand, became the person he longed to be, realized his ideal, persisted, and finally left without any regrets.

Zhu Lan is doing what he wants to do. Although living in poverty, it does not prevent him from enjoying an environment that allows him to wander freely, wandering in the wonderful spark of paint collision. However, Zhu Lan's insistence is useless in the eyes of others. Do you want to do what you want to do most, live in your favorite environment and seek inner peace? Is this ruining your life?

Later, I thought that doing what I want to do and living in my imaginary space may cost me, but only when I have tried it will I know whether I like it or not, and of course only I know whether it is worth it. The life I have fought for what I want to do is like a painting, bold and colorful, occasionally mottled with black, but not abrupt.

Looking back on my childhood dream, I have forgotten my original smile and vowed to realize it. Now you can't get it back by standing in the shadow. What's it like to forget your dream a long time ago? I bow to sixpence everywhere.

Walking on a strange road, I no longer look forward to it, but I am also confused. The road is long. Every day at two o'clock and one line, busy working and sleeping. Stiff expression, occasionally look up. I know my dream is waiting for you ahead.

Let the wind blow the memory into pieces, and the blue silk stumbles the world of mortals. Yesterday's oath is pure, and today's indifference is cold. If you think about it, you will wake up and find your dream.

Children are silent, wake up from dreams, escape from the secular world, wake up in the air, say nothing, don't know the way, only know how to find dreams.

Now, who doesn't bend down to pick up five buckets of rice and sixpence on the ground? Who remembers the moon bending over his head!

No, it's time to get up