Seeking the Full Text of Thoreau's Loneliness

It's a pleasant evening, with only one feeling in my whole body and joy in every pore. I came and went in a strange free posture in the great self, and became a part of herself. I only wore a shirt and walked along the shore of the hard rock lake.

Although the weather was cold, cloudy and windy, there was no special distraction. At that time, the weather was very suitable for me. The bullfrog croaked and invited the night, and the music of the nighthawk came from the lake in the rippling wind. The swaying alder and poplar aroused my

emotions and made me almost unable to breathe; However, like the lake, my peace is only rippling without stirring. Like a lake like a mirror

, the microwave blown by the evening breeze is not a storm. Although it's dark, the wind is still blowing and roaring in the forest, the waves are still lapping on the shore, and some animals are still hypnotizing others with their music. It may be absolutely quiet. The fiercest beasts have no peace and are now looking for their victims; Foxes, skunks and rabbits

are roaming the Yuan Ye. In the forest, they have no fear. They are the keepers of nature, and they are

the links connecting the vibrant days. When I arrived home, I found that visitors had come, and they left

business cards, either a bunch of flowers, a wreath of evergreen trees, or a name

written in pencil on yellow walnut leaves or wood chips. People who don't often enter the forest often play with the gadgets in their hands all the way, sometimes intentionally,

sometimes accidentally, leaving them behind. One peeled off a willow tree, made a ring and left it on my desk. I can always tell whether there were any guests when I left the

door, either the branches or grass were bent down or there were shoe prints. Generally speaking, I can guess their age, gender and personality from the tiny traces left by them. Some dropped flowers, some

grabbed a handful of grass and threw it away, and some even dropped it until it was taken to the railway half a mile away; Sometimes, the smell of cigars

or pipes still lingers. Often, I can notice a

traveler passing by on the road 6 poles away from my pipe.

the space around us is very large. We can't touch the horizon with one hand. The lush forest or lake

marsh is not just in front of my door. There is always an open space in the middle that we are familiar with and used by, which has been sorted out more or less and surrounded by a fence. It seems to have been taken from the hands of nature. For what reason, I want to have such a large scope and scale, many square miles of uninhabited forests, abandoned by human beings and privately owned by me?

My nearest neighbor is a mile away, and I can't see any houses. I can't see any houses unless I climb to the top of the hill half a mile away. My horizon is completely surrounded by forests for my own enjoyment. As far as I can see, I can only see the railway passing at one end of the lake and the fence along the highway at the other end of the lake. Generally speaking,

the place where I live is as lonely as living on the prairie. It's as far away from New England as it is from Asia and Africa. It can be said that I have my own sun, moon and stars, and I have a small world of my own.

No one has ever passed by my house or knocked on my door at night. I seem to be the first person or the last

person among mankind, unless in spring, after a long time, someone comes from the village to catch plaice fish.-In Walden Lake,

Obviously, all they can catch is their own diverse personalities, and the hooks can only be hooked. I believe that people are usually a little afraid of the dark, although

witches and wizards have been hanged, and Christianity and candle fire have also been introduced.

However, I sometimes experience that in any natural thing, I can find the sweetest, gentlest, most naive and inspiring partner

, even for the cynical poor people and the most worried people. As long as you live in the

of nature and have five senses, you can't have very gloomy worries. To a sound and innocent ear, the storm is really

Olers's music. Nothing can justly force a simple and brave person to have vulgar sadness. When I enjoy the love of the four seasons, I believe that nothing can make life a heavy burden for me. Today, the good rain spilled on my beans, which made me stay indoors all day. The rain neither depressed me nor depressed me, but it was very good for me. Although it prevents me from weeding, it is more valuable than my weeding. If it rains for too long, and the plants in the field and the potatoes in the lowlands rot, it will still be good for the grass in the highlands. Since it is good for the grass in the highlands, it is also good for me. Sometimes, I compare myself with others, as if I am more loved by the gods than others, and more than I deserve. It seems that I have a certificate and insurance policy in their hands, but others don't, so I have been specially guided and protected. I didn't claim to praise myself, but they praised me if possible. I never feel lonely, and I am not oppressed by loneliness at all. Only once, after I went into the forest for several weeks, I doubted whether a quiet and healthy life should have some close neighbors, and being alone didn't seem very pleasant. At the same time, I feel that my < P > mood is a little abnormal, but I also seem to predict that I will return to normal. When these thoughts occupied me, the gentle rain drifted down, and I suddenly felt that being able to keep company with nature was an effort to benefit from this sweetness. In this ticking rain, every sound and scene around my house had endless friendship, and all of a sudden, this supportive atmosphere suppressed my imaginary trend of thinking that it was convenient to have neighbors. Since then, Every little pine needle swelled up sympathetically and became my friend. I obviously

feel that there are my own kind here. Although I am in a so-called miserable and desolate situation, it is not a person or a villager who is closest to

my bloodline and most humane. There will never be any place that will make me feel strange from now on.

"inappropriate lamentation eliminates sorrow;

In the land of the living, their days are very short,

Tuskar's beautiful daughter. "

Some of my happiest times were in the long storms in spring and autumn, which made me confined indoors in the morning and afternoon, only the incessant rain and roaring comforted me. I got up early in the twilight and entered the long dusk.

During this time, many thoughts took root and developed themselves. In that kind of downpour from the northeast, all the houses in the village have been tested. The maids have all carried buckets and mops to stop the flood from invading at the gate. I sit behind the door of my small house, only this door, but I appreciate the protection it gives me. In a thunderstorm, a

lightning struck a pine tree on the other side of the lake. From top to bottom, an obvious spiral deep groove of one inch, or more than one inch deep and four or five inches wide was drawn, just like the groove you carved on a walking stick. I passed

it again that day, and when I looked up, I was really amazed to see this trace. It was a terrible and irresistible

thunder eight years ago, but now it is clearer than before. People often say to me, "I think you must be very lonely living there. You always want to get close to people, especially on rainy and snowy days and nights." My throat itches

so much that I want to say, the whole earth we live in is just a dot in the universe. There's a

star over there, and our astronomical instruments can't measure how big it is. How far can the two people living farthest from it be? How can I feel lonely? Isn't our earth in the Milky Way? In my opinion,

your question seems to be the least important. How can a space separate people from the crowd and make people feel lonely?

I have found that no matter how hard my legs try, I can't bring two hearts closer. Who would we most like to live next to

? Not everyone likes the station, the post office, the bar, the meeting place, the school, the grocery store, the beacon volcano and the five o'clock area. Although people often get together there, people are more willing to get close to the inexhaustible source of life. In our experience, we often feel that there is such a need, just like the willows at the water's edge, which must be

. People have different personalities, so their needs are very different, but a wise man must

dig his cellar in the inexhaustible source of nature ... One night, on the way to Walden Lake, I caught up with a fellow citizen, who had accumulated a so-called "considerable industry", although I never

saw it well, and that night he drove a pair of cows to the market. I replied that I am sure I like my life very much; I'm not kidding. In this way, I

went home, went to bed, and let him walk to Brighton in the mud at night-or

to the city of light-until dawn.

For a dead person, any awakening or resurrection scene makes all time and place light

. The places where this may happen are the same, which is indescribable joy to our senses. But

most of us only let superficial and short-lived things become our jobs. In fact, these are the reasons that distract us

. The closest thing to everything is a force that creates everything. Secondly, the laws of the universe close to us are constantly working in < P >. Next to us, it is not the craftsman we hired, although we are happy to talk to them

, but the great craftsman, and we ourselves are the works he created.

"Ghosts and gods are virtuous, and they are flourishing."

"Look at it and see it, listen to it and smell it, but don't leave it behind."

"Let all the people in the world be bright and full of clothes, so that they can make sacrifices, as if they were on it, as if they were around it.

We are the material of an experiment, but I am very interested in this experiment. Under such circumstances, can't we

leave our society full of right and wrong for a while and only let our own thoughts inspire us? Kong < P > Zi put it well, "Virtue is not alone, there must be neighbors."

With thoughts, we can be ecstatic when we are awake. As long as our minds work hard consciously,

we can be above any behavior and its consequences; All good things and bad things, like running water, pass by us

. We are not completely entangled in nature. I can be a driftwood in the rapids, or

I can look at Indra from the sky. Going to the theatre probably touched me; On the other hand, events that are more relevant to my life

may not touch me. I only know that I exist as a person; It can be said that I am a stage that reflects my thoughts and feelings. I have a dual personality, so I can look at myself from a distance as if I were looking at others.

No matter how strong my experience is, I can always realize that a part of me is criticizing me from the side, as if it is not a part of me, just a bystander, not sharing my experience, but noticing it: just as he is not you, he can't be me. When the drama of life is over, it is likely to be a tragedy, and the audience will leave on their own. With regard to this second personality,

this is naturally a fiction, just a creation of imagination. But sometimes this dual personality can easily make it difficult for others to live next door and make friends with us.

most of the time, I think loneliness is healthy. With company, even the best one will soon get bored and make a terrible mess. I love loneliness. I have never met a better companion than loneliness. Going abroad to go to the toilet and being in the crowd is probably more lonely than being alone indoors. A person who is thinking and working is always alone. Let him

go where he loves. Loneliness cannot be calculated by the miles a person leaves his companions. A really diligent student,

is as lonely as a dervish in the desert in the most crowded beehive in Cambridge College. The farmer can work alone in the fields and forests all day, plowing or cutting down, but he doesn't feel lonely because he has a job. But in the evening, when he comes home, he can't meditate indoors alone, but must go to a place where he can see people

for recreation, and use his thoughts to compensate for his loneliness for a day; So he wondered why students could sit indoors all day and all night without feeling bored and "depressed". However, he doesn't understand that although students are indoors, they work in his fields and cut in his forests, just like farmers do in fields or forests. Later, students should also find entertainment and socialize, although that form may be more concise.

socializing is often cheap. The time spent together is too short to make each other get anything new and valuable. I

meet you three times a day, and we can taste our stale cheese again. We must all agree to

a number of rules.

That is the so-called etiquette and politeness, so that this kind of frequent gathering can live in peace and avoid public quarrels, and even

blush. We meet at the post office, in social places, by the fire every night; We live too crowded, interfere with each other and tie each other down, so I think we have no respect for each other. Of course, for all important and enthusiastic parties, it is enough to have fewer times < P >. Imagine the female workers in the factory-they can never live alone, and it is difficult to be lonely even in their dreams. It would be much better if

only one person lives in a mile, like me. The value of a person is not in his skin, so we don't

need to touch the skin.

I once heard that someone got lost in the forest and fell under a tree, hungry and exhausted. Due to his poor physical strength, his morbid imagination made him see many strange visions around him, and he thought they were all real. Similarly,

when the body and soul are healthy and strong, we can be constantly encouraged by similar, but more normal and natural societies

, thus finding that we are not lonely.

I have many companions in my house; Especially when no one has visited me in the morning. Let me give a few

metaphors, which may convey some of my situation. I am no lonelier than the laughing diving bird in the lake, and I am no lonelier than Walden Lake. I'd like to ask who keeps this lonely lake company. like that