Chapter 52 lonely - 4

I have heard of a man who lost his way in the forest and fell under a tree, so hungry and tired that his morbid imagination made him see strange visions around him, and he thought they were It's all true.Likewise, when body and soul are healthy and strong, we can continually find ourselves inspired by similar, but more normal and natural societies, and thus discover that we are not alone. I have many companions in my house; especially in the morning when no one comes to visit me.Let me give a few metaphors that may convey some of my situation.I am no more lonely than a loon loon in a lake, I am no more lonely than Walden Pond.I would like to ask who is the company of this lonely lake?But on its blue waters, there are not blue devils, but blue angels.The sun is lonely, unless the sky is full of dark clouds, sometimes it seems that there are two suns, but that one is false.God is alone,—but the devil is never alone; he sees many companions; he is in gangs.I am no more lonely than a mullein, or a dandelion in the pasture, nor am I more lonely than a bean leaf, or a sprig of woodsorrel, or a horsefly, or a bumblebee.I am no lonelier than Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, nor an April rain, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

During the long winter nights, when the snow was falling wildly and the wind was howling in the forest, an old immigrant, the original owner, visited me from time to time. It is said that he dug out Walden Pond, paved it with stones, and Of the pine trees; he told me old and new eternal tales; thus we two passed a merry evening, full of the joy of company, exchanging agreeable opinions of things, though no cider or cider,—the The most intelligent and humorous friend, I really like him, he knows more secrets than Gu Fei or Hua Lai; although people say he is dead, no one has pointed out where his grave is.There is also an old lady who lives near me, and most people can't see her at all, but I am sometimes happy to walk in her fragrant herb garden, gather herbs, and listen to her fables; because she has Incomparably rich in creativity, her memory goes back to pre-mythological times, and she can tell me the origin of each fable, and which fable is based on which fact, because these things happened in her youth. when.A rosy, lean old lady, cheerful in all weathers and seasons, and looking to outlive her children.

Sun, wind and rain, summer, winter,--the indescribable purity and bounty of nature, which provide so much health, so much joy forever!Such sympathy for us human beings, that if one grieves for just cause, nature is moved too, the sun is dimmed, the winds lament like the living, the clouds shed tears and rain, and the trees shed their leaves in midsummer and put on mourning .Shouldn't I be connected to the land?Am I not part of the mud of green leaves and vegetables? What is the medicine that keeps us healthy, peaceful, and content?Not yours and my great-grandfather's, but our great-grandmother nature's, the vegetable and botanical tonics of the universe, by which she herself is eternally young, outliving Thomas Pyle, with their Decaying fat adds to her health.Not one of those quack-prepared potions of Styx water mixed with Dead Sea water in those elongated black cart cart bottles we sometimes see bottled in, that's not my panacea : Or let me take a sip of the pure dawn air.O dawn air!If people won't drink the spring water at the source of the day, well, ah, we must bottle it; put it in the shop, and sell it to the people of the world who have lost their dawn coupons.But remember, it can be kept refrigerated in the cellar until noon, but long before that the corks should be uncorked and the dawning westward.I do not worship the goddess of health, she is the daughter of the ancient herbalist Aesculapis, and on the monument she holds a snake in one hand and a cup in the other, and the snake used to drink Water in the cup; I would rather worship Heb, Jupiter's cupbearer, the goddess of youth, who serves the gods' wine, daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, who rejuvenates gods and men alike.She was perhaps the healthiest, strongest, best-bodied maiden that ever appeared on the face of the earth, and wherever she went it was spring.