Reading Wang Xiaobo's My Spiritual Home, I suddenly became interested in one paragraph. Wang Xiaobo wrote: "After reading Metamorphosis, I was fascinated by ancient Greece. My brother also told me that there was a philosopher in ancient Greece who walked around in a loose robe. One day, a philosopher went to see his friend. When he is away, he will cross a waxed board, draw a curve on it, give it to a friend's house and go home by himself. When his friend came home, he was impressed by the beauty of the curve. He quickly ambushed the philosopher's house, and when he went out, he broke into the house. He had to cross a board and carefully draw a curve ... Of course, the next story is easy to guess: the philosopher went home, saw the board left by his friend, took a wax board, drew all his heart into a curve and showed it to his friend, so that he really folded it. Now I think this story was made up by my brother. But at that time, I seriously thought for a while, and finally said stupidly, how nice. Looking back 30 years later, I am not ashamed. Frogs in the well also have the sky, and children aged 13 can also have a spiritual home. " This reminds me of my boyhood. I was very interested in comics, especially The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. At that time, I accidentally got a comic book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Thin pamphlet, the book cover is wrinkled, and there are several graffiti in the book that have been traced by a pen. If this book is given to today's children, it will certainly not attract interest, but what fascinates me is this book! That is a story about a straw boat borrowing an arrow. I like watching soldiers shoot arrows with bows. This soldier is really brave, golden helmet, silver helmet or bronze helmet. Extremely heroic anyway. When I looked at the soldier, I smiled as if I had a bow and arrow, but there was no bow and arrow. This idea has always supported my study. If beauty inspires me, I think it is this cartoon. It's strange to be fascinated. It's really weird. I have been reading a pamphlet all morning or all day. There is no boredom, only enjoyment, and thoughts are free to fly, which is definitely a kind of happiness! At that time, I never felt spiritual poverty, just as Wang Xiaobo said, "A frog in a well has a sky, and a child aged 13 can also have a spiritual home." There is a story in Metamorphosis. Shortly after Narcissus was born, Leliope asked the blind prophet tiresias about his son's fate. The prophet replied, "As long as your son doesn't know himself, he can live to be a hundred years old." Narcissus' parents didn't understand what this meant, but they didn't let Narcissus see himself as a child. Time flies, the sun flies. I didn't realize that Narcissus had grown to sixteen, and he had grown into a very handsome boy. His parents don't let him see his shadow because they remember the sign. So Narcissus doesn't know what he looks like. He often hunts in the forest with an quiver on his back and a bow in his hand from morning till night. There are many fairies playing in the Woods. They all like the beauty and charm of Narcissus and are willing to be close to him. But Narcissus was so arrogant and stubborn that no young man or girl could touch his heart. Once he chased deer in the net and was seen by a talkative fairy Eko. Urko's temper is that she must speak when others speak, and she will never speak first unless others speak. At that time, Urko still had a human figure, not just a voice. Although she was very talkative at that time, the way she spoke was no different from now-she just listened to others and repeated the last few words. This is what Hera did. Once, Zeus went to the forest to play with the fairies. Hera found him and came to him. Urko deliberately pestered her and nagged endlessly, making all the fairies escape. Hera was very angry when she learned the truth, so she said to Eko, "Because your tongue deceived me, you will lose the right to speak forever. I only leave you with one skill, that is, repeating the last few words after others. " When Eko saw Narcissus wandering in the forest, the fire of love in her heart was unconsciously ignited, and she secretly followed him. The more she followed him, the closer she got to him, the more intense the flame in her heart, like a torch coated with flammable sulfur, which caught fire as soon as she got close to the fire. She really wants to get close to him and pour out soft words and sweet words to him, but she is not born to speak first, and her nature limits her. Within the scope of nature, she is prepared to wait for him to speak first and then answer in her own words. By chance, the young man and his hunting friend had just separated, so he shouted, "Is there anyone here?" Eko replied: "Someone!" He was startled, looked around and shouted, "Come on!" She also shouted: "Come on!" He looked back and no one came. Then he shouted, "Why are you avoiding me?" Eko replied, "Avoid me?" Narcissus stood still, puzzled by his answer. He shouted, "Come here, let's meet." Nothing makes Eko happier than this sentence. She also shouted, "Let's meet." Rushed out of the Woods, saw Narcissus and put out his arms to hug him. Surprised, Narcissus stepped back and shouted, "Let go! If I accept your love, I might as well die early! " Eko said softly, "It's better to die early!" Say that finish, then blush with shame, quickly fled into the forest. From then on, Eko hid himself in caves and canyons and stopped interacting with people. However, her feelings are not broken. Although she was rejected, she felt sad and her feelings deepened. She can't sleep, so she is thin and haggard, but as a fairy, she won't die. In the end, all the water in her body went to space, and her bones turned into rocks, leaving only sound. Her voice stays in the valley forever, constantly responding to people's calls. In this story, Urko is an addict. Although Narcissus' refusal made her feel sad, her feelings deepened. She couldn't sleep, so that she was thin and haggard. Finally, all the water in her body went into space, and her bones turned to stone. Even though her body turned to stone, she still responded to people's call persistently. In fact, I think Eko is sad, but she may not feel spiritually empty. The real obsession, I think it should be thinking. Thinking about these makes people sleepless at night and feel at arm's length. The story behind Narcissus recorded in Metamorphosis is also very interesting. Narcissus is so indifferent not only to Eko, but also to all goddesses. Even treat male companions with the same attitude. Finally, a young man who was insulted by him raised his hand and prayed to heaven: "May he fall in love with someone one day, but never get what he loves!" " "The vengeance heard his prayer. One day, Narcissus went hunting in the forest again. He found a clear lake. The lake has not been discovered by shepherds, so no goats have drunk it, no wild animals have played it, and no birds have flown over it. There is not a litter on the lake. The lake is surrounded by green grass, and tall rocks block the sun's light and heat. He likes the beauty of this place and the clear water in this pool. Just as Narcissus bowed his head to drink water to quench his thirst, another desire grew in his heart. He saw the image of a handsome man in the water and fell in love with him at once. He fell in love with this empty shape without a body and regarded a shadow as an entity. He just stared, motionless, like a marble portrait of palos. This shadow is so beautiful: a pair of bright eyes, curly hair like Apollo, rosy cheeks, ivory neck, slightly open lips, charming face, really like water hibiscus. In a word, he appreciates all his commendable characteristics. Unconsciously, he yearned for himself; He is full of praise, but in fact he is boasting about himself; He pursued and was pursued at the same time. He ignited love and was burned by love. I don't know how many times he tried to kiss the phantom in the pool, and how many times he tried to reach into the water to hug the person he saw, but all his attempts to hug himself failed. He doesn't know what he saw, but what he saw, he is eager to pursue. The illusion in the water actually fooled him, but he was confused by it. Stupid youth, fleeting illusion, do you also want to capture? What you ask does not exist; As long as you leave here, the object of your love disappears. What you see is only the reflection of the form, not the entity itself. It comes with you, stops with you and goes with you-as long as you are willing to go. He didn't eat or sleep, stayed by the pool, crawled on the cool grass, and stared at the illusion by the pool enough. It was these eyes that caused death. He sat up briefly, stretched out his hands to the trees around him and shouted, "Woods, who ever loved someone like me?" "You have seen many lovers come to your forest, you should know. You have lived for hundreds of years. In the past long years, do you remember anyone who suffered like me? I love a person, I can see him, but I can't see what I love. Love is really confusing. What I feel most uncomfortable is that we have no oceans, no roads, no mountains and no closed urban management. There is only a thin layer of pool water between us. He wants me to hug him himself, because every time I put my mouth into the clear pool, he will look up at me. I thought I would definitely get in touch with him, because we are really soul mates, and there is almost no gap between them. Whoever you are, please come out! Unique youth, why are you avoiding me? Where did you escape when I almost met you? I don't think my appearance and age will make you flinch! Many fairies have loved me. Your friendly attitude towards me gives me hope, because as long as I keep reaching out to you, you reach out to me, I smile, and you smile back at me. When I cry, I also see the tears in your eyes. I nod to you, and you nod to answer. I see your beautiful lips open and close. I guess you are answering me, although I can't hear you. Ah, so he is me! I see, so he is my shadow. I love myself, I trigger love and torture myself. What should I do? Am I the active party or the passive party? But why should I take the initiative to woo? I have what I seek; But the more I feel that I am lacking. If only I could be separated from my body! It doesn't sound like what a lover should say, but I really hope that what I love is not in front of me. I have no strength in pain now; I won't live long. I'm young. I'm dying. There is no fear of death, and there is no worry after death. I hope the person I love can live longer, but we both agreed to die together. " After he said these words, he was extremely sad and looked back at the shadow. Tears broke the calm of the pool, and the shadow became blurred in the ripples. He saw the shadow disappear and shouted, "Where have you been?" You cruel man, I beg you not to go, don't leave the person who loves you. Although I can't touch you, at least I can see you and let my unfortunate love rest in peace. "When he was sad, he tore open his robe and beat his chest with his pale hand. His chest is slightly red, just like apples are sometimes half white and half red, and like the light purple from immature grapes. After a while, the pool subsided and he saw his red chest. He can't stand it any longer. Just like yellow wax melts in front of a warm fire, silver frost disappears in a warm day. He can't stand the torture of the flame of love and is slowly running out. The color of red and white faded, the energy faded, the pleasing style disappeared, and even Urko's passionate body didn't have much to keep. When Eko saw him like this, he felt sorry for him, although he had not forgotten his previous hatred. Whenever the poor young man sighs and says, "Cough!" She also replied, "Cough!" When he beat his chest, she made the same painful sound. Narcissus looked at the familiar pool and said the last sentence: "Alas, young man, my love failed!" " "His words echoed in this place. He said "goodbye" and Eko said "goodbye". His tired head hung on the grass, and death closed his eyes to thank his master for his kindness. The fairies came to mourn him when they heard the news. Their heartfelt sadness touched Zeus. A few days later, a string of delicate yellow daffodils grew on the grass near the fallen lake in Cascos, emitting a faint fragrance. Against the slender green leaves, the center of white petals is decorated with golden stamens. It was born obliquely on the shore, clearly reflecting a beautiful shadow in the crystal clear lake. It is the embodiment of Narcissus, created by Zeus to soothe those passionate fairies. Narcissus fell in love with an unattainable lover, which is his own shadow. I am obsessed with love, and I am even more obsessed because I can't get it. Galileo once wrote an article, which was included in middle school textbooks. This is the full text of our limited knowledge. Through a person's understanding of the causes of sound and music, he becomes more and more confused, which shows that our knowledge is limited. I think the reasons for this article will never be out of date. It is precisely because of our limited knowledge that we are full of interest, delusion and even obsession with the wonderful material world, but have we found the real reason? No. Like Narcissus, we are looking for the shadow of things. Educational phenomenon seems to belong to this range. Many educators use their own theories to explain education, explore the mystery of human growth, and argue with criticism and criticism. When I see them fighting for it, I always think of a child who reads comic books and thinks that this child longs for the joy of bows and arrows. If education is the bow and arrow in the hands of soldiers in comic books, then I want to be the child who reads comic books the most, because bow and arrow is a fascinating story.