Hatfield

The taste of life is not in the sensibility, but in the scale. -- Hatfield

I think that if I had not met Hatfield and his On the Novel and the Art of Living on that 2:50 afternoon, perhaps my life would have gone on unchanged.Confucius once said that only women and villains are difficult to raise, far away is resentful and near is not bad, far and near, is also the measure that determines the taste of life.

He said that the taste of life is not in sensibility, but in scale.

If it is just an ordinary taste of food, the stronger the better. Why do many people find plain tea and plain rice intolerable? It's all for this reason. And the taste of life, but is still light some more wonderful. And the so-called light, is that you grasp the scale of life.

Annie Baby said that good things must be gradually tasted, and must not be allowed to enjoy.

A rose has thorns, but it is also sweet. How to get her fragrance without getting stabbed? Just keep your distance from her. That's the scale. A little larger, fragrance is not to be found. If the scale is small, it will only end up black and blue. Life is like this.

The most wonderful taste in life is "can be seen far away but not obscene."

Chinese people have always emphasized the beauty of obscurity and implicit beauty. From the misty rain to the sultry moonlight. All carrying the same old sadness. There is something romantic about this feeling of being in close proximity, with a sense of sadness. Like Qin Shaoyou that sentence, "free flying flowers light like a dream, boundless silk rain fine like sorrow," what is he worried about? No one knows. It is this not knowing that gives us an unusual feeling. In a sense, Qin Shaoyou has some petty bourgeois sentiment. Because he knows how to grasp the scale, and get the most wonderful taste of life.

Confucius once said that only women and villains are difficult to raise, far away is resentful and near is not bad, far and near, is also the measure that determines the taste of life.

Being human is a part of life. And if you can find a balance between "far" and "near" and do it well, you will reap a better life.

The taste of life is not only sour, sweet, bitter, hot and salty, it also has some more delicate taste. And these tastes can not be left unchecked, must be restricted. Vincent Van Gogh can not grasp the scale and shot, Mishima Yukio too much pursuit of strong sensory stimulation and dissections, the taste of life, really need to grasp.

A final mention of Hatfield. He was neither rich nor handsome. According to his 1843 autobiography, he owned a small estate in California. He drinks and runs a jazz bar. It is not good to quarrel with people, wine drinkers are called "fat Del". He died in old age on a bench by the pond, smiling.

There's no doubt he's alive and kicking.

A rose has thorns, but it is also sweet. How to get her fragrance without getting stabbed? Just keep your distance from her. That's the scale. A little larger, fragrance is not to be found. If the scale is small, it will only end up black and blue. Life is like this.