Walden, first published in 1854, was written by Henry David Thoreau. Thoreau was regarded as one of the representatives of transcendentalism, because he praises a simple life which a transcendentalist does. In this book, Thoreau tells us that he has lived for two years in a pastoral life with nature and without society. Set near the Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts, all the chapters constitute a one year life experience there. In spring, Thoreau finds a place to build his own house. He listens to the rhythm of rains dropping onto the roof in summer; observes the loons bathing in the pond in autumn; waits for the coming of dynamic spring in winter.
Thoreau expounds his philosophy about nature, human and the universe, throughout his book. Maybe he is a fan of Confucius, at least he agrees on what Confucianism says, for he illustrates Confucius’s words at many places. For example, on Economy, he writes, “To know that we know what we know and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge,” when he tries to explain that how much we dislike changes, so “we are compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change.”
Unlike Hawthorne, his narratives are plain with less complex sentences, even some of them are day-to-day account, but there leaves quite considerable philosophies beneath his words. Regardless of his refined skills on description, I showed many times of the whites of my eyes while I was reading. Because I don’t like his preaching on how ignorant of others of his age, who cannot appreciate the beauty of nature. He writes as others are all drown themselves in the vulgarity of human life and don’t know the true meaning of enjoying life. It seems like that he is the only wise man left in the world, a man who is sober and can see through all the sins of humanity.
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