2000 words after my college study
"My university" and "in the world" are three famous autobiographical novels of the great Soviet writer Maxim middot Gorky. I have finished reading them this summer vacation and winter vacation. Through the description of life and destiny in childhood, adolescence and youth, the author vividly and truly represents the growing experience of their generation. The author lived in Russia at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. The darkness and evil under the Tsarist Russian autocracy were his unique social background for growth, and also cast his unique way of growth.
"My university" is the last one of these trilogy. The novel narrates aleisha, who has experienced the bitterness of human life, who came to Kazan with the ideal of entering university, but his dream of University was soon broken. He soon took part in the secret revolutionary activities. His poor life made him wander in the Volga River, live with porters, thieves and beggars, spread revolutionary ideals to the workers, participate in the secret organizations of college students, encourage workers to strike, etc. this special University - Social University showed him an increasingly broad world.
The author is an orphan, no one to care for him, no one to guide him, growing up alone in a bottom world, he opened his young heart, opened his eyes to observe everything around him. His observation was not systematic or even disordered, but it was such observation that he grew up obstinately. When he came to Kazan, he lived in a poor middle school student's home. He would find out the poor mother's kitchen philosophy very early. Every piece of bread he was given was' as heavy as a rock 'in his heart, so he decided to' go out and find some work to support himself '. In the stormy days, hiding in the earth cave under the ruins, he suddenly realized that "going to university is just a dream", and he wrote emotionally: "this place is unforgettable to me, it is my first university". This is his first growing segment in Kazan. Facing the suffering of life, he did not complain, his kind heart is full of gratitude and hope. He knew that the days of suffering were very long, and he said to himself: 'in the days of suffering, I became stronger. I did not expect others' salvation, nor did I yearn for fortuitous fortune. The more difficult the living environment was, the more I could hone people's will and increase people's wisdom. I knew that when I was very young. "Young and simple, in front of suffering, he is more deeply aware of the unparalleled wealth brought by suffering! He lived in the era of Czar's autocracy, and his keen eyes witnessed the reality of Russian people's life and thought at that time -- the vulgar, empty, helpless, blasphemy of the bottom people, at the same time, he had the good human nature of kindness, optimism, hardship and so on accumulated in the baptism of suffering.
Their ugliness and beauty are exposed in the author's eyes. He shows a light sadness and helplessness for people's vulgar and even vulgar behaviors, but he is compassionate, his eyes are full of good, so those ugliness doesn't even appear dirty; He highly praised people's beauty, good thoughts, good songs, even a little bit of beautiful expression. In his eyes, these beauty twinkled with noble and pure luster -- he almost looked at people and things around him with appreciation. 'when it comes to women, he looks, dances, and is in a high mood, sending a sickening spasm out of his crippled body. Even so, I still listen to him with all my heart, and intuitively I know his language is beautiful '; 'his voice is not beautiful, but a little hoarse, but the language is very moving, it's like Nightingale singing.' please keep this mark. In his eyes, labor is a kind of relaxed and happy battle, 'I really want to run up these two legged animals, kiss them, they are so smart and flexible when they work, which makes me fascinated.' in a simple and pure heart, he doesn't care about the hardships of life, More of them will directly find the beauty in suffering, appreciate it, praise it, and find the growth momentum in the truth, goodness and beauty rippling in the suffering river.
When everyone comes to this world, there is no good or evil in an empty pocket. The process of growing up is the process of enriching this pocket. When we can't tell right from wrong, we even treasure evil. In the process of growing up, we often find and remember the good directly. In real life, we often hear overlapping complaints, which is because on the way of growth, we become mature and restless and actively pursue the complexity like the world. When we are in trouble or even suffering, we are often tired not by suffering, but by our attitude towards suffering. Even though the world is so complex, we often cannot help ourselves, but we still need to maintain a strong and frank spirit. From here, growth will reach its extreme near here. If growth takes care of this circle, we will live a more free and meaningful life.
Since childhood, the author has been eager for new knowledge, freedom and saving the suffering people. In order to pursue the unclear but very beautiful future in his heart, he actively explored. But the ability of parry of the growing people is limited after all. All kinds of thoughts come to him, and he also finds the real life reality more and more. Most of the people in the vast crowd follow the narrow living standards. The efforts of the advanced elements are even vulnerable. He is involved in the huge contrast between ideal and reality. His emotions fluctuate in this vortex, and he is inexplicably frightened. He felt that 'I was dragged to a dark corner by someone who gave me a full view of the false, ugly and evil of the world. I'm fed up with it'. This confusion made him decide to commit suicide -- perhaps the best relief is to quit forever -- but he didn't succeed, he still had to live and live well. Almost everyone has fallen into chaos or even near collapse, telling themselves that this is not the end, patience and persistence, patience and communication with the surrounding environment, will always find the exit to break through.
There is no endless wind, it depends on whether you can go against the wind. Through this period of bad weather, we have stepped onto a new layer of tall buildings. My university, as a recollective autobiographical novel, has a simple plot. Obviously, the organization and arrangement of the content and structure of the novel have not been carefully thought out, as if it lacks certain organic and integrity. However, it is these seemingly existing defects that radiate a strong appeal and form a unique artistic style. The author uses simple and beautiful words to outline his growth fragments, in which we feel the thick truth and the touching brilliance shining in the gray environment. The process of growing up is not like poplar pulling straight from the ground like time, nor is it like a waterfall running clear and refreshing to the deep pool bottom. If people's thinking is grass, then growth is the crystal of the grass's buds in time and space.
Growth in a short period of time really does not have the organic and integrity, although the ideal is a line of traction growth, it exists, but it is not clear, or even distant and confused, there are many flash fragments scattered outside this line. Only when we look back, in the repeated aftertaste of gain and loss, joy and worry, can we really hear the sound of our own jointing, as if a rope naturally straightened. The book was completed in 1923, when the author was 55 years old. For a man who has devoted himself to revolution and over 50 years of age, he vividly reproduces the life of his youth with his pen. His pen is full of the essence of memory, with a spirit of stubborn, modest, straightforward and intelligent. I read over and over again, and my heart is always stirred by something. The sparks of thinking are shining more and more. I can't restrain myself. I want to keep these sparks -- these proverbs of growth. "My university" - my university! I feel very lucky to have contacted this book before I went to university, and to experience its meaning repeatedly in the actual life of University. They are so important to me that I want to keep them as soon as possible and dedicate them to the people who grew up with me. Gorky is mercilessly sucking all kinds of wealth created by social development in his university. The cancer in the morbid society did not corrode his childhood thinking at all. Gorky's life taught me how to calmly face the crisis and challenge of life; I was baptized by a soul, which was like the clear sky after the rain, fresh, clear and blue.