Since ancient times, when autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn is better than spring. All the people hurt autumn because of the heartbreaking sorrow and endless loneliness. But I love autumn alone, for that lonely, beautiful and eternal loneliness.
Loneliness is everywhere. There are still lonely walkers in the songs and laughs, born of loneliness, born of eternity.
Records of history has a long history. However, Sima Qian, the author of the book, was very quiet and hurt. When all the people are afraid and agree with the monarch, he is the only one who dare to stand up and speak up; when all the people are sorry and lament his fate, he is the only one who uses his pen as a spear to fight his own spiritual paradise. At that time, he must be lonely, no one cares about the paradise, no one has insight, but in that loneliness, he is a man of integrity, that loneliness is like the light of the sky without dust, sad and beautiful, eternal for generations.
Su Shi, a literary magnate of his generation, is full of the lofty aspiration of instructing the rivers and mountains. He came by the clouds, but he was relegated and not put into use. A word and a phrase made him sink into frustration, and thousands of words told him endless sorrow. Maybe the failure of ideal is a kind of setback, but for him, its like a collapse. There is no place for him to use his full body style. His pride and ambition turn into his resentment. It is the only pleasure in his lonely life to express his feelings on paper and landscape. But because of the loneliness that no one understands or appoints, it has left a masterpiece of all ages. That loneliness is the earthly flower in the dust, struggling with the mud, resisting fame and wealth, noble and beautiful, eternal.
Yue Fei, an unyielding soldier, cherished the world and worried about the people, shouldered the responsibility of shame in the sound of swords and swords, thirty merits and fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon, tossed and turned the battlefield half his life, achieving a good reputation praised by the enemy. But the weak and rotten court had no place for him. In the wave of seeking peace and humiliation, he went up against the current, attracted the hatred of his colleagues, the suspicion of the emperor, and finally ended his brilliant military life on the loyalty of the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. In front of Yuefei is a wall with dignity, blood and loyalty. Because of that wall, he is like a prisoner, like a stranger, isolated from the world and lonely all his life. The loneliness, like the green bamboo standing in the cold wind, is tough and beautiful, eternal.
Although loneliness is incomplete, it has striking beauty, shining in the long history of human beings, moving and eternal beauty!