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浪漫的毒素米兰·昆德拉在小说《缓慢》的开头,引述了一幕十八世纪的爱情。那是发生在摇曳的马车上的恋情,它以如此迟缓的节奏进行着。所以昆德拉感慨道:“为什么缓慢的乐趣消失了呢?那些民谣小曲中所歌咏的漂泊的英雄,那些游荡于磨坊、风车之间,酣睡在星座之下的流浪者,他们到哪里去了?”缓慢是由于我们对于速度与效率的迷恋带来的,而在崇拜效率的技术时代,消失的何止是缓慢。人性中有太多美妙的特性正在被遗忘。人性中的不安、痴迷、幻想、迷惘、激情不是因为缺乏生产率而正在被摒弃吗?我们时代的英雄早已不是那些能够给我们的灵魂带来激情与震撼的诗人与艺术家了,能够在 NASDAQ 上市的网络精英让他们黯然失色了。在此种情况下,我们必须顽强的回忆。我们借助历史上那些伟大的浪漫人物,来确认人性中一些不该被遗忘的因素。这或许是某种软弱的表现吧,因为这意味着缺乏融入现实的能力。但是,有一点是肯定的,现实并不意味着生命的唯一去向。如果通过回忆,能活在某个伟大的时刻,遭遇一些伟大的人物.不管它的时间有多短暂,或者是多么虚幻,都能为我们的生命注入一些活力与高尚。人永远不一定是现世的。接下来的几个月,我希望能够为各位提供人类历史上一些段片,他可能是一位艺术家,也可能是一条街道或一条河流,只要他们能够让我们在充满效率与紧张的时代,获得片刻心灵的休息与毫无目的的遐想,我的目的就达到了。我的回忆从19世纪的法国作家夏多布里昂开始。
Romantic toxins Milan Kundera quotes a love story of the eighteenth century at the beginning of the novel Slow. It was an affair that took place in a swaying carriage, at such a slow pace. So Kundera laments: “Why is the slow pleasure gone? The wandering heroes of folk songs, the wanderers wandering the milky way, the windmills, sleeping deep under the constellation, where are they going? Slow? ”Slowly because of our fascination with speed and efficiency, and in the technological age of worship efficiency, nothing more is slowing down. Too many wonderful features of humanity are being forgotten. Are not the uneasiness, obsession, illusion, confusion and passion in human nature being discarded for lack of productivity? The heroes of our time are no longer poets and artists who can bring passion and shock to our souls and are listed on the NASDAQ Network elite so that they eclipsed. In such circumstances, we must be tenacious memories. We use some of the great romantic characters in history to identify some elements of humanity that should not be forgotten. This may be some form of weakness, because it means lacking in the ability to integrate reality. However, one thing is for sure, reality does not mean the only whereabouts of life. If memories can live in a great moment and encounter some great people, no matter how short of its time, or how illusory, can inject some vitality and noble into our life. People are never necessarily worldly. In the coming months, I hope I can provide you some fragments in the history of mankind. He may be an artist or a street or a river as long as they can get us in an era full of efficiency and tension. A moment of rest and aimless reverie, my purpose has been reached. My memories begin with the 19th-century French writer Chateaubriand.