Even after the sun went down, The days still warm! Blood flow fire, the fire burning in the air, eyes flashed fire! Floating in the air and rose gold, life is also a gold and rose.
group of young people singing and guitar sound of the piano, through those narrow streets, came home from the hotel; that two red carnations Netherlands - Campania region's two daughters - come together with them the.
In Angelo's room inside, in some messy sketches, free exercises and colorful canvases, their sound softened a bit, but did not reduce the fiery emotions. Many of the pages on the ground Tanzhuo; inside the pages of these sketches, vivid and powerful in the United States and more like the two girls Campania, but live better than their portraits to be much more beautiful. A population of six lamp lights, spit from the mouth of each lamp flame and flash; in these lights, all kinds of human form, like the gods like, but also revealed.
① Apollo (Apollo) is the art and Greek mythology, the god of all arts activities; Cupid (Jupiter) is the God of Greek mythology.
Yes, the flowers opened, cracked, and thanks. Since an anesthesia of evil rise up inside, and covered his eyes, poison the thinking of the spark exterminate the senses, surrounded by darkness.
he returned to his house, sitting on his bed, put my thoughts.
Words lingering in his heart, and finally rushed out of his mouth. He buried his head in the pillow, and his thinking is very confused, so he slept.
dawn, he jumped out of bed. He re-organize his thoughts. What happened then? Is this all a dream it? To go visit her family in the hotel in the carnival that night with that of Campania Dutch pink purple assembly - Is this all a dream? No, all this is a true story - that he had never experienced real life. The bright
stars shine in the purple sky; it according to his glorious body, according to the marble statue in that prime Qi body. When he saw the image of the immortal time to tremble and he seems to feel that their view is not pure. He used a cloth to cover her. And as he opened when he touched her again, but no strength to see your masterpiece.
He sat there worried, saying nothing, fall into food for thought to go; he sat for a day; he could not hear everything that happened around. Who can guess what this man's mind thinking about something.
many weeks and days passed. Is the longest night. One morning, sinking, shining star, saw his children, his face pale, body shaking because of fever, he was to go near the marble statue, the piece is covered with the Blaze to the side, with mournful eyes, the He works for a long time staring. Finally he dragged to the garden this stone; it weighs almost overwhelmed him. Here are a Decline of the dry well; it apart from a hole other than nothing. He put the prime Qi pushed to the inside, then covered her with earth, and eventually he hid with branches and nettles this hole.
the star child in the early morning sky rosy scenarios see the site; its pale light in the faces of these young people, the two heavy tears trembled.
his fever, sick unto death, people said he was barely able to breathe.
by 洛纳提乌斯 monks and doctors as a friend to see him, gave him words of comfort to religious, talk about religion of peace and happiness, human sin, and from God compassion and get rest.
words like warm sunshine, according to the fertile soil. Braved the water vapor of soil, a layer of fog rising to form a picture of a series of thoughts, and these pictures are based on reality. From the island afloat, he look into the distance below the human life: it is full of mistakes and disappointments of life - and his own life as well. Art is a sorceress, brought us into this world of vanity and lust to go. Our own hypocrisy, false friends, to God hypocrisy. The snake is always kept in our hearts say: four or five sections serpent said to Eve words: that he first met her, found the truth and peace. The church is God's light and bright - the monk's meditation room he will find a quiet, tree of life in the silence will continue to grow forever.
support his brothers by faith; his determination to become more firm. Shared son has now become a servant of the church - the young artists abandoned the world, go to the monastery in seclusion up.
senior Shi Dimen how heartily welcome him ah! He joined the church, became a holiday. In his view, God lives in the Church of the sun, from those sacred icons and bright light on the cross to his shot. In the evening, when the sun went down, he retreats to his room in the open window to ancient Rome, to those broken and that the solemn temples, the destruction of the He saw it all in the spring; when Ash is in full blossom, Ivy emerged fresh in the green, the roses in the land stretch of the petals, bergamot and orange circle of light in the hair, the palm trees shaking the leaves; when he felt a feeling he never had, and excitement of his feelings. That wide, quiet Campania 向那 blue mountains covered with snow start to go, if it is like to be painted in the air. They all blend into each other a whole, showing a breath of peace and beauty; they float in a dream, it all a dream!
Yes, this world is a dream. This dream can do many consecutive hours, done and continue to do so. But the long years of convent life is life - is the endless years of life.
heart can generate a lot of dirty things. He had to admit this fact! In his mind that sometimes the occasional flame burning up what is it? The kind of violation of his voluntary, and kept the evil flowing spring, what is it? He blamed his body, but the evil it does is from his heart flow out of the inner. There is a part of his spiritual things, like a snake soft, roll over one another, and his conscience in the fraternity under the guise of a hidden, while that to comfort themselves: those who pray for us Holy Virgin is also for us prayer, Jesus has even shed blood for us - that what is it? Is this childish or frivolous habits of young people at play, placing themselves under the mercy of God, thinking that they get to exaltation therefore, higher than all men on it?
Many years later, one day he met Angelo also recognize him.
to complete your task in this world! Please read the parable about the hidden money now! master for this fable is the truth it! you get it? you find it? you're not in the creation of a dream life? you do not like most people, according to your own set of ideas for what you make it a religion? like everything is a dream, a fantasy-like! more absurd thought ah!
Then he wandered away from Angelo.
He was not overwhelmed by evil; he raised his head, free to enjoy their own happiness, and I was in the comfort of religion, to pursue my pleasure. If you say that this is a comfort to no more? If you say, here all, as I gave up the dead, as nothing more than a beautiful dream of nothing more? Muyun just like the red as the United States, like the mountains, as the illusion of light blue, and when you walk into these things when They are completely not so all about? eternal ah! you like a huge, endless calm sea,UGG boots, you waved to us, crying out to us, we were filled with hope - and when we seek to you when , we sink, die, die, lose there! fantasy ah! go away! Get out now! in; he knelt down to - who knelt in front of it? Kneeling in front of the wall that the stone cross it? - No, this is the custom to bend the body down.
more he lost in thought, the more you feel the darkness.
the power of God, a smile on his body, struggle with.
task. my lack of strength, and you do not give me the strength.
'immortal' ah - my chest prime Qi ... ... go away! Get out now! ... ... it will be like my life The best one in the jewelry - that other factors, like Qi, to be buried out. It will never again rose up from the grave! lit; that stars one day off, will pass; but the human soul will survive, to shine. Its brilliant shine trembling white wall,UGG boots cheap, but it does not write the glory of God, compassion, love and hearts of the believers in the excitement with things.
God ah! you are immeasurable degree. your whole world is unpredictable degrees ... ... is a work of singular power, is glorious, is love! eyes burst. The death knell of the church is in him, he the dead body of a final sound. People buried him, with soil brought from Jerusalem to cover him - the soil mixed with the ashes of pious saints.
Many years later, as in the death of his former monk, like his bones have been dug out; it was put on the brown robes of the Buddhist, hands hung a rosary. His remains - in this monastery can find the remains of the grave - all are on display in the remains of niches. The sun shining outside, cigarette floating in it, people are studying mass.
many years now.
those bones are falling down,UGG boots clearanc, mixed together. Skeletons piled up, forming a wall along the Church. His head is lying in the hot sun. Here's the dead really do not know how many. Who do not know their names; no one knows his name. Look, ah, in the sunshine, two empty sockets that have some things in the rotation! What is it? There is a variegated lizard hole in the skull activities in the two large sockets empty slippery. Now, with the head of life - the head, at some point, had produced a great idea, bright dreams, the arts and the hope. Lizard fled and gone; skull down into pieces, into dust in the dust.
many centuries later, sinking the bright stars still shining, large and bright, that has not changed, according to thousands of years ago as it is the same. Air scattering the red, as bright as a rose, dark red like blood.
piece was in a narrow alley, and a place where the ruins of the temple, facing a square, now a nun nunnery established.
Temple garden in the nuns, people dug a graves, because there is a young nun dead, buried in that morning. Shovel touched the stone, it made a sharp light. Soon, a marble carving on the shoulder there, and then some more exposed. People are more careful this time to make a shovel; a woman's head exposed, and then a pair of butterfly wings ①. In the burial of a young nun to the graves, people in a pink morning, took out a white marble carved with elements Qi of the image.
① According to the imagination of the ancient Greeks, with a pair of Su Qi butterfly wings. The ancients held that the soul can fly,UGG shoes, so the prime representative of the soul of Qi, with such a scenario.
its sculptor might be? Who do not know, in addition to sinking, the stars shine for thousands of years other than children, who can not remember him. The only stars to see him experience life on earth, and his test, his weaknesses, his concept: . But his noblest labor struggle and the most glorious results to show his side of the sanctity of life - this never be broken, and has more than his life-long Prime Qi. this mortal glory issued, the he the results of left and now was watching, appreciation, admiration and affection. face shed its light. The audience was surprised to view pay their last respects with a marble sculpture that the image of the soul.
dead and earthly things will be forgotten - only in the vast sky, the star that knows it. Things will be according to the United States later; so future generations have passed from generation to generation later, Su Chi will remain full of life!
published the story, published in Copenhagen in 1862 Although the story is a description of an artist's creative process in his trembling soul, anxiety and depression, but in fact it also involves all the serious creators - writers and poets. The artist stood in the Vatican city, standing on many thousands of years as master of sculpture in front of that marble. He played a forceful chest feeling, feeling the body with a noble, sacred, superb, great and good things. So he also hopes to create from the marble and carved out of the same image.
he wants from his own mind she felt, and unto them eternal boundless leaps with the feeling of space, to create an image. But how about an image? The soul in the struggle for many years, fantasy, disappointment until the artist himself perish, after being forgotten by the world, Su Qi's image.
on the process of writing this story, Hans Christian Andersen in his 1861 diary, the story at this time in Rome in his pen to paper. In 1833-1834 when he remembered his time in Rome, thought to write such a story. At that time, a young man died. People dig his grave and found the Greek myth of a statue of Dionysus. He returned to Copenhagen after his written this story read to friends, listen, and in the September 11, 1861 rewrite once finalized.
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