Chapter 23 an old elephant

When I close "The Disappearance of the Elephant", there is no sigh or sadness, the only feeling is to laugh out loud, mockingly, understandingly, and sharply.After carefully understanding the thoughts hidden in "The Disappearance of the Elephant", he couldn't help shaking his body and making a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. "As soon as human beings think, God laughs." I am not God, but I still want to laugh. I laugh because of the indifference, insensitivity, and mercilessness between people and social groups composed of people in the novel.Maybe I forgot at this time, I am also a part of it, involuntarily or without resistance in the high-speed social machine, scrolling, squeezing, and teleporting, and I am slowly being squeezed dry of my psychological moisture.The only thing I'm lucky about now is that I still have kindness and emotion at least. When I see the tender scene between the elephant and the old man, which is rarely seen by outsiders, my eyes will be moist.

Among Haruki Murakami's many novels, "The Elephant's Disappearance" may not be the best one.The length is short and the plot is simple, just like a tiny drop of water blooming in the tide, shallow, but fully reflecting the light of the sun.The pen and ink are calm and the tone is calm, which is Murakami's consistent style.It's like smoking a cigarette, drinking tea, watching the wind blowing past the treetops outside the window, listening to someone talking about irrelevant things in a calm, teasing, and implied tone, and then smiling at each other, with a tacit understanding. Know how to check the layers of ripples in the eyes of the other party aroused by the story, and experience the relationship between realism and surrealism, which seem to be irrelevant but actually connected.

Haruki Murakami tried his best to play with imaginary words and create a mysterious plot in "The Disappearance of the Elephant", which is his representative style. "Xiang" is the product of this style. In the contrasting relationship between life and death, existence and disappearance, dream and reality, surrealism and realism are crushed and confused in confusing stories, and they are solemn and harmonious. Put deep meaning in the indifferent text architecture, as he himself once mentioned, "Reality is unrealistic, unrealistic and realistic at the same time - I want to build such a world".

Reality is indifferent, even though men and women contact each other ambiguously, frantically and passionately in any noisy place, the world still continues its indifference undisturbed, and this layer of indifference is woven by human beings to give reality shrouded.We are used to sizing up, designing, and framing quietly; we are also used to being helpless, desolate, and wandering quietly, like a cocoon tightly protecting our fragile nerves.We refuse to love and care, because we are worried that it will be a "Trojan" Trojan horse, which hides a lot of harm from the sword, so we would rather enjoy loneliness stubbornly, gloating and indifferently watching the helplessness and fear of others in the occasional incident.Time and time again, the distance between hearts is torn farther and farther by our own hands.

When you can't find warmth in the same kind, you have to turn your eyes to the other kind, and the heart longing for love is opened to animals.Young minds are still like this, let alone old people?Not to mention the old man who takes care of the elephant alone?As a result, the friendship between humans and animals develops beyond imagination.In the end, an old elephant and a lonely old man had no choice but to see all the ugliness in the world, and both chose to disappear, completely. Maybe only in the elephant house, or somewhere similar to the elephant house, after being away from the crowd and the secular society, people and people, people and elephants, higher animals and lower animals are equal, and then they reproduce True warmth, a long-lost, intimate power that touches the heart and shakes the soul.So when the author peeked at the elephant house, he deeply felt the great influence of this power. "I feel as if there is a cold other time flowing in the elephant house that only the elephant house has, and the elephant and the breeder seem to be willing to commit themselves to the new system that involves each other-at least part of it" , This huge impact even made the author feel that "things around him are losing their inherent balance", "maybe a certain kind of internal balance within him fell apart after the elephant incident, thus causing external things to appear strange and abnormal to the eyes".It is undeniable that this "new system" under teasing and allegory is our long-lost, genuine love and warmth born from the heart, without any artificiality or hypocrisy.

What is rougher than the skin of the old man and the elephant is the human heart. The eyes of the old man and the elephant are cloudy, but they can still see the desire of the soul clearly. Our eyes are bright, and what kind of beauty has they reflected?At the moment of passing by, with a glimpse, each other marveled at the ice and snow and the unreachable in the eyes of both sides, and how many times have you looked forward to the bright spring flowers and the bright sun in the eyes?Sighing is superfluous, and words are even more useless. How else can we express this pain? What deserves our attention is the increasingly forgotten elderly problem.The ironic scene of ignoring love during one's life and making a fuss after death is commonplace. It seems that only a lot of publicity can express grief, but I have to ask, how credible is this kind of grief?Does real warmth need to be displayed by actual pomp?Perhaps, it is just relying on ostentation to escape the blame of the soul.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the irresistible natural laws of human beings. Life is endless, thoughts are endless, and the soul does not distinguish between young and old. I just think fearfully, when our generation inevitably gets old, how will we face the indifference and indifference of the younger generations? gaze?The cycle goes on and on, no one can avoid it. The disappearance of the old man and the elephant may be like a small pile of quicksand missing in the desert. The desert is still a desert, dry, silent, and devoid of vitality.The sun and the moon alternate as usual, and indifference and hypocrisy dominate each other.Maybe someone noticed the loss of that small pile of sand, maybe the person who noticed would shake and sigh for the loss of a small pile of sand, so what?What should have disappeared has disappeared.