On the way to dreams, full of red poppies

On the way to dreams, full of red poppies

Text / Amin

A friend who works at the customs, I confided to me one day. She said that she felt very empty. She sat in the same office at the same table for eight years. Every day she did almost the same thing. Even the air that breathed was a smell. Children, now I am no different from myself eight years ago. I will know how to spend today when I blink in the morning. She lamented that the days out of the photocopier made her suffocate, leaving no bright spots and traces.

In the eyes of others, she has a job in the golden rice bowl and a stable family. I don't have more comfort for her. I said: Go and buy a copy of Kairuyak's "On the Road". If you can't leave everything alone like Diane, you can't just be like Thrall when he is hungry. Don't complain if you can't do that by relying on a few cold medicines.

After reading this book, she said that she could not do that on the road, although deep inside she really yearned to abandon all the reality, no luggage, no property, no place to live, take a ride, aimlessly A city wanders to another city, pursuing spiritual and sensory extreme indulgence, freedom, jealousy and absurdity.

Most of us are ordinary people, with a few houses, a family, and a desk. In the end, they only work hard for one or more zeros on the passbook. In today's China, under the impact of the huge market economy, under the reality of material affairs, more and more people have lost their spiritual space. Under the squeezing of material, many people's spiritual worlds are forced to hide. Ignore, in the rush of repetition day after day, some people will feel confused and confused, want to explore the meaning of life and living. However, the reality is as solid as an iron house, and it can't escape without getting out.

This situation has already appeared in the United States in the 1950s. At that time, the Second World War was over, the US material economy was unprecedentedly developed, but the spirit of people, especially young people, was becoming ridiculous. The heroes of "On the Road", Thrall, Diane, and others on the road, are a group of people who have tried to escape the reality of the world with a shocking act and a swaying heart.

This state of reality, as described by Kerouac, is a mad New York. Millions of people are rushing to survive forever, like a nightmare, plundering, plundering, losing, sighing, and dying. Only then can they Win a cemetery in this city. The streets are crowded all day, the terrible noise is mad, almost every minute there is a traffic accident, and behind this shackle is desert and nothingness, many people live in a dream of nothingness

One of the protagonists, Thrall, is a writer. This is destined to be a person whose soul is higher than reality. His heart is full of incitement and uneasiness. He expects a simple and transparent spiritual world. However, he still has some scruples about his identity. Until the appearance of Dean, like a catalyst, let the hidden undercurrent hidden in the heart of Saarne, which looks calm, spray out. They don't want to stop. They only know how to get on the road, on the road, and on the road. They experience the madness, jealousy, loss and indulgence on the road with all their greed. They enjoy the extreme enjoyment of freedom and the extreme experience of life.

The extreme experience of life, these words remind me of Kairuyak, he is also a person who likes the extreme experience of life. "On the Road" is a piece of his autobiographical nature. He spent seven years on the road and spent three weeks completing the work. Before the creation, he felt that the soul was calling in a certain depth, a kind The inspirational incitement stunned his heart. He shivered like a pendulum. For more than 20 days, in addition to eating and short sleep, the typewriter’s Kerouac used a roll of 120-foot printed paper. Completed a "on the road" without punctuation and no paragraphs. It is a huge thinking waterfall with thousands of miles, splashing countless thoughts and passions. For more than half a century, it has wet the hearts of countless people.

I am still young, I am eager to get on the road! The short words printed on the paper, like a group of hot magma, sprayed out from the white paper sheets, once boiled the heart of a whole generation.

It is undeniable that even after more than half a century, there are countless people who are infinitely yearning for the crazy, unrestricted, unruly, and psychedelic on the road. It is a dream filled with poppies, which is fascinating. People are frenzied and burning. Whose heart has never been gentle? Even if the students who have been bent back by the class, even those who are depressed by heavy work and life, only our heart knows that our hearts are soft and warm.

We are eager to get fascinated, but we can't be fascinated, just as we know that marijuana is fascinating and illusory, but we must stay away from the same. We still have a sweet shackle on the body, that is responsibility and love. Except for children who are not guilty of the world, there may be some irresponsible rights, and no one else can completely abandon the word responsibility and die. We study hard, for ourselves, and for our parents. This is a responsibility; we work hard, for ourselves, and for our families, this is also the responsibility.

Therefore, when I saw Dean throwing his wife and children again and again in order to pursue his so-called freedom, and letting their feelings and difficulties be ignored, when I saw his wife said in the letter when I watched you disappear When my heart is broken, I pray over and over again that you can return safely, dear Dean, this century is half past, I hope we can spend the other half in love and countless kisses, we are waiting you. Even if I couldn't call back Dean's footsteps, my heart gradually calmed down and I found that I couldn't feel the freedom of Dean, only his selfishness. Although there is only one word difference, it is not like a heaven.

Thrall finally fell in love with a girl with a pair of pure eyes in New York, ending his wandering. And Dean is still on the road.

In fact, the generations of the wandering generations did not really collapse, and they became the mainstay of American development. Perhaps they finally understood that on the road of life, no one knows what will happen in the front, except for helplessly going to aging. Therefore, on this road full of unknown life, we still grasp the most important things that are within our reach, responsibility, love, affection, friendship.

Although, we have not lost our memory, the flowers filled with poppies are on the road, like a dream, like the aura of the witch's fingers, always charming, swaying our hearts. However, our thoughts are still as calm as the moonlight on the ice with responsibility and love on the road of life, is the real way.