the Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby is one of the novels that moved me the most and influenced me the most. I think I read this book at the right time in my life.

If I had read this book for the first time at 25, I would have read it as a "grass-roots counterattack"; If I had read this book for the first time at the age of 30, I would have focused on the deep psychological foundations and institutional influences of the American Dream.

Yet I first read about him at the age of 20, an age full of dreams but devoid of the cost of dreams. And so I read about love, and how a lonely man continually decorates his dreams and fights them against reality, and hears them broken.

This book is based on "never forget" --

Gatsby and Daisy had an unforgettable love affair, but Gatsby had to leave his hometown because of the war. In a distant foreign country, the battlefield of the falling fire, comrade in arms parting, death echoes around at any time. He can't show vulnerability, he can't surrender to loneliness, he can't surrender to fate, so he needs a dream.

Daisy became his dream, the light that carried him through the mire. Daisy was indeed just an ordinary beautiful girl, but for Gatsby, it was not enough, far from enough. If she's just the girl next door, how can she be a lifesaver for a man fighting his fate? Therefore, in Gatsby's heart, he needs Daisy to become a perfect goddess, a perfect dream to support his life. Although Daisy is not perfect herself, he keeps adding more and more things to Daisy in his heart. Slowly, in Gatsby's battle with fate and loneliness, Daisy became perfect and became all the pursuits of life.

Daisy is Gatsby's dream. We saw the power of the dream, which turned a young dude into an East Coast millionaire. Many years later, Gatsby, a poor boy, made his fortune and bought a huge mansion on the other side of Daisy's house on Long Island, New York. He dared not venture to call on Daisy, but held a lavish all-comers' party every day, hoping one day to attract her attention, but Daisy never came. Near midnight Gatsby came out of the party and looked at Daisy's house -- "He stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a strange way, though I was far away and I could have sworn he was shaking. I couldn't help looking out to sea myself -- nothing but a green light, small and far away, perhaps at the end of a pier."

We finally see a response to the persistence of the dream -- every time I read this, my skin and my heart fail to throb:"He smiled sympathetically -- more than just sympathetically. It was one of those rare smiles with an expression of eternal kindness that you only meet two or three times in your life. It faces -- or seems to face -- the whole eternal world for an instant, and then it is fixed upon you, and shows an irresistible partiality for you."

In Nick's series of reflections and reflections, we learn that Gatsby seems to realize that Daisy in reality is not as perfect as he dreamed, but Gatsby is still struggling with the reality until he dies.

Dreams are sometimes pale, broken dreams are so powerful.

George Bernard Shaw once said that "there are two tragedies in life. One is not getting what one loves, and the other is getting what one loves." This perhaps speaks to the paradox of dreams: Do you want a rapidly spinning coin to stand where it stands when it stops spinning?

Let's detach ourselves from the text of the novel and look at it in a different way. Are dreams what they are supposed to be, or do they diminish or even lose their value because they are not achievable? Life is not perfect."

We are all in the Gutters, but some of us are looking at the stars" - this time through canals and through canals shows far more narcissism or self-pity than this static, this time through cognitive reason, which is often more valuable than this time. Every time I hear the phrase "If you are serious, you will lose", which is full of ridicule and deconstruction, I always feel a little melancholy in my heart. Because those who don't believe in dreams just don't have real dreams and can't understand the value of dreams. They don't understand that the value of dreams lies not in "echoes".

After reading the book, I told and comforted myself. And even if you do, how do you know if it's really a dream?

Perhaps the existence of dreams can only be proved by such a paradox:

1. Dreams exist

2. Both of these statements are wrong

To be a reptile with a dream, put the dream in your heart, and try to live seriously, even knowing that he can not achieve;

Even as "Gatsby's love, humble to ridiculous, solemn to pitiful, useless."

2020-12-09

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