Life Is Elsewhere英语作文

Life Is Elsewhere英语作文

After watching "living elsewhere", I suddenly didn't want to think about any of the problems, just to relax and recollect the words in the book, recalling the surprises that the fragments brought to me. Those undisguised words bring me only simple thoughts, which is what we need.

The novel is mainly about the life of a talented young poet who is full of passion and short tragedy. It is wrong for Ma man to meet with engineers. This mistake has already predicted the future of Almir: his birth was by chance, and his life was controlled by Ma man. Man took the birth of his son as a meeting with another lover. She wanted to hold on to it because her husband had been betrayed. The son is her, her world. She wrote down his first sentence, and his mother was so delighted that he had to keep repeating the original reduplication or unintentional rhyme. The poets of the future are determined by this. The author intends to arrange his strong introspection from childhood, and his fate only caters to his mother. His turning point is to meet a painter. The meeting between the man and the painter is full of debauchery, and for his son, he gets a compliment and greater opportunity to show himself. His occasional dog head and headless woman were explained by modern art theory by the painters. Later, James Milo began to write poems. Mother has always controlled everything about her son. Because of her inferiority, she has found comfort and confidence from her intimacy with her son. The poet grew up. He peeped and he profaned, all of which proved his suppressed youth passion. But all he had was because of his mother's indulgence, but he was powerless to lose. After the end of the lustful encounter, she was temporarily silent. The life of a son is a dream, "he passes from a dream to another dream, as if from a life to another life." He wanted to escape, but fled from one dream to another. The son in love becomes a real poet, but the old man and death are often images, though he knows nothing. Sensitive talent has been proved, and mother's abnormal love is the biggest stumbling block. Then he threw himself into the revolution, revolting against reality, longing for fighting, and longing for honor. He was romantic and passionate, and thought "everything is all or nothing". Entanglement with women and entanglement with life, poetry is the carrier of life. His death was also due to the duel of Pushkin style, and his humble pride was protected. At last the mother could not catch him, and he fled from her life and finally fell asleep in her arms.

This has been well experienced by the poet's mother. For the poet's mother, she and the painter of the romantic affair, at the beginning, she was unable to understand the pressure of the painter, can not bear and break up, write a breakup letter, compile a reason that can not and son's teacher, so, she turned into the mother to give up love for the child, this speech It was so magnificent that she was moved by herself. Then she learned that after her husband was shot by the Nazi, she understood that her husband's silence was intended to preserve the family, and that the romantic affair and great love had become an uncharitable betrayal; but the truth was so merciful and the truth of the truth more satirize, and the husband was to be with a Jewish woman. The woman was arrested and killed, and the moment, the betrayal was no longer a betrayal. The woman felt the pain and felt the pure love of the painter. Then go back and look for her lover with excitement. As a result, when the painter's residence was discovered, there was another woman's laughter inside. Then, was it once love or not? Or is it just a fleshy lust?

It may be that sometimes when we go through experiments, we will be painfully aware that the ideal characters we are looking for and imitating may not be compatible with ourselves. So Beethoven's hero can only be given to a dead person, a person who never existed. We may laugh at ourselves when we laugh at others, but we do not realize it. Because in our minds, we are not the real ourselves - the guys we laugh at ourselves - we think we are our own, noble men.

Where should I live? The sentiment of the last old poet may reveal the true meaning: only when one is old, can he have no fear of the people around him, the public, and the future. He only got along with death, and he had no eyes and no ears. He didn't need to please the death. He could say what he liked and do what he liked.