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 is a translated novel, which deeply analyzes the inner characteristics of human nature, and depicts the psychology in a very real way. The plot of this novel is not complicated. It is written about a broker of the British stock exchange. He already has a happy family, a stable job, a high income, and sensible and lovely children. His work is going well, his career is at its peak, he is really proud, his family is happy, and his life is the best time. However, when he was middle-aged, he was obsessed with painting. At first, he occasionally painted in his spare time, but in the end, he actually gave up his job and his family as if he was "possessed by the devil". He resolutely left home. Go to Paris, thousands of miles away, to follow your dreams.

No one can understand his behavior, and his wife is very saddened by it. Advise him, enlighten him, hope he can change his weird idea, don't give up this happy family life easily. But he remained indifferent to his tearful wife. His wife found his good friend and asked him to go to Paris to advise him, but he still insisted on his point of view. Facing the advice of relatives and friends, he not only did not change his mind, but strengthened his dream even more.

Although he lived a poor and impoverished life in a foreign country, sometimes he had to face the torment of starvation. In the most difficult time, he couldn't even eat a meal for several days, and he was very hungry. Moreover, in order to find a way of expression, his spirit is also suffering from pain. After some bizarre encounters, the protagonist finally leaves the civilized world and reaches the isolated island of Tahiti. He finally found the tranquility of the soul and the atmosphere that suits his artistic temperament. He cohabited with an Aboriginal woman and created masterpieces that shocked later generations. Before he was blinded by leprosy, he painted a great painting of the Garden of Eden in the fourth mural of his house. But before his death, the Aboriginal woman was ordered to burn the painting after his death. Through such a geek who pursues art wholeheartedly and differs from the sophistication of human nature, the author explores the relationship between the emergence and essence of art, the relationship between personality and genius, the contradiction between artists and society, and other issues that lead to deep thinking.

The protagonist in this article is bizarre and sometimes very selfish, such as his fornication with the Dutch painter's wife who saved his name, leading to the destruction of his benefactor's family. That was when he was in the most pain. He was ill, and he was going to be terminally ill, because he had no money to buy medicine, let alone food, and he had not eaten for six days in a row, let alone taking medicine. So he lay ill and crooked on the bed, powerless. Just when he was in the most pain, his friend reached out to him. I found a Dutch painter who had a relationship with him. He was a very kind person at the bottom of his heart. He saw his pitiful and miserable condition, so he discussed with his wife to take him to his home to recuperate. But the wife disagreed, because she was not used to having a stranger at home, and he hoped that the husband could come to his place to help him. But my husband thought it was inconvenient to paint by himself, and even a big man would not take care of others. So he went to great lengths to discuss with his wife, because he knew that his wife was also a kind person, and her kind nature drove her not to die. So they carried him back to their house on a stretcher, and to see him, they hired the best doctor for him, and they waited on him all night, bathed him, changed him into clean clothes and sheets, Cook nutritious meals for him so that he can get better soon.

The Dutch painter's wife is even more attentive. Every time she gives medicine, she supports his head with her hands, because he is so weak that he doesn't even have the strength to lift his head. She held his head in her arms and fed him little by little with a small spoon. This kind of day lasted for more than a month, and his body finally got better and regained his vitality.

I don't know if it was his instinctive physical needs or his spiritual dependence. This selfish guy actually had an affair with his wife at noon one day when the painter was out selling vegetables, and was bumped into by him when he came back from the grocery shopping. Just like that, he left, but he also took away the heart of the Dutch painter's wife. The Dutch painter's wife even abandoned her husband and family and went out with him who had nothing. This kind painter even pity his wife, because he loves his wife deeply. He didn't want his beloved wife to live without a fixed place, so he chose to go out of the house by himself. He moved his luggage to live at a friend's house independently, and left the whole house and yard to them, including all the money in the house. He walked out of the house with a broken heart.

It seems that the story should have a happy ending here. He once again has a family, a wife who loves him very much, and once again lives a well-off life. I was thinking at the time that after a big ordeal, he should wake up and understand that life is the most important thing in life. You can't give up the family you should have for your so-called ideals. But he is selfish by nature, but he has a different way of thinking from ordinary people. What happened next was a 180-degree turn.

After a passionate day, he was tired and impatient again. So he ran away from home again, and his wife couldn't accept this fact and committed suicide by taking poison. But the suicide failed. Fortunately, the Dutch painter received a call from his neighbor and arrived in time to save his wife's life again. He persuaded his wife to reconcile with him, and he took care of her again so that she could recover quickly, but his wife still insisted on her own ideas and adopted a refusal attitude towards her ex-husband. In the end, she was unhappy and lost her life.

The Dutch painter finally packed up his wife's belongings in grief and decided to leave this unpleasant place and move back to his hometown. Just when he walked into his studio, he saw a nude painting of his wife, and he knew that the person who painted the painting killed his dear wife. Caused his family to be destroyed and his wife separated. At that time, he wished he could immediately slash the painting with a knife in order to vent the grief and anger in his heart. He knew they would have lived happily ever after without him. But when he really approached the painting, he was attracted by the superb technique in the painting, a kind of him with super high attainments in art, out of his love for painting, he was reluctant to tear it up, so He kept the painting intact.

Although the protagonist in the article has such and other shortcomings, his spirit of unremitting pursuit of his ideals is indeed admirable, and reading is often moved by his spirit of persistent pursuit of dreams. After his death, many of his paintings were preserved in the National Museum, and many were acquired by aristocratic painting enthusiasts at exorbitant prices to keep in their homes.

After reading this book, I was pondering the title of the book "The Moon and Sixpence". How noble is the moon, hanging high in the sky, so bright and charming. Maybe the moon represents the dream in each of us. It's out of reach, a little far, but it fascinates us all the time. And what about sixpence? It is the lowest value silver coin in the UK, representing reality and humility. The moon and sixpence are both round and sparkling, but their essence is completely different. Maybe they symbolize ideal and reality!

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 is a translated novel, which deeply analyzes the inner characteristics of human nature, and depicts the psychology in a very real way. The plot of this novel is not complicated. It is written about a broker of the British stock exchange. He already has a happy family, a stable job, a high income, and sensible and lovely children. His work is going well, his career is at its peak, he is really proud, his family is happy, and his life is the best time. However, when he was middle-aged, he was obsessed with painting. At first, he occasionally painted in his spare time, but in the end, he actually gave up his job and his family as if he was "possessed by the devil". He resolutely left home. Go to Paris, thousands of miles away, to follow your dreams.

No one can understand his behavior, and his wife is very saddened by it. Advise him, enlighten him, hope he can change his weird idea, don't give up this happy family life easily. But he remained indifferent to his tearful wife. His wife found his good friend and asked him to go to Paris to advise him, but he still insisted on his point of view. Facing the advice of relatives and friends, he not only did not change his mind, but strengthened his dream even more.

Although he lived a poor and impoverished life in a foreign country, sometimes he had to face the torment of starvation. In the most difficult time, he couldn't even eat a meal for several days, and he was very hungry. Moreover, in order to find a way of expression, his spirit is also suffering from pain. After some bizarre encounters, the protagonist finally leaves the civilized world and reaches the isolated island of Tahiti. He finally found the tranquility of the soul and the atmosphere that suits his artistic temperament. He cohabited with an Aboriginal woman and created masterpieces that shocked later generations. Before he was blinded by leprosy, he painted a great painting of the Garden of Eden in the fourth mural of his house. But before his death, the Aboriginal woman was ordered to burn the painting after his death. Through such a geek who pursues art wholeheartedly and differs from the sophistication of human nature, the author explores the relationship between the emergence and essence of art, the relationship between personality and genius, the contradiction between artists and society, and other issues that lead to deep thinking.

The protagonist in this article is bizarre and sometimes very selfish, such as his fornication with the Dutch painter's wife who saved his name, leading to the destruction of his benefactor's family. That was when he was in the most pain. He was ill, and he was going to be terminally ill, because he had no money to buy medicine, let alone food, and he had not eaten for six days in a row, let alone taking medicine. So he lay ill and crooked on the bed, powerless. Just when he was in the most pain, his friend reached out to him. I found a Dutch painter who had a relationship with him. He was a very kind person at the bottom of his heart. He saw his pitiful and miserable condition, so he discussed with his wife to take him to his home to recuperate. But the wife disagreed, because she was not used to having a stranger at home, and he hoped that the husband could come to his place to help him. But my husband thought it was inconvenient to paint by himself, and even a big man would not take care of others. So he went to great lengths to discuss with his wife, because he knew that his wife was also a kind person, and her kind nature drove her not to die. So they carried him back to their house on a stretcher, and to see him, they hired the best doctor for him, and they waited on him all night, bathed him, changed him into clean clothes and sheets, Cook nutritious meals for him so that he can get better soon.

The Dutch painter's wife is even more attentive. Every time she gives medicine, she supports his head with her hands, because he is so weak that he doesn't even have the strength to lift his head. She held his head in her arms and fed him little by little with a small spoon. This kind of day lasted for more than a month, and his body finally got better and regained his vitality.

I don't know if it was his instinctive physical needs or his spiritual dependence. This selfish guy actually had an affair with his wife at noon one day when the painter was out selling vegetables, and was bumped into by him when he came back from the grocery shopping. Just like that, he left, but he also took away the heart of the Dutch painter's wife. The Dutch painter's wife even abandoned her husband and family and went out with him who had nothing. This kind painter even pity his wife, because he loves his wife deeply. He didn't want his beloved wife to live without a fixed place, so he chose to go out of the house by himself. He moved his luggage to live at a friend's house independently, and left the whole house and yard to them, including all the money in the house. He walked out of the house with a broken heart.

It seems that the story should have a happy ending here. He once again has a family, a wife who loves him very much, and once again lives a well-off life. I was thinking at the time that after a big ordeal, he should wake up and understand that life is the most important thing in life. You can't give up the family you should have for your so-called ideals. But he is selfish by nature, but he has a different way of thinking from ordinary people. What happened next was a 180-degree turn.

After a passionate day, he was tired and impatient again. So he ran away from home again, and his wife couldn't accept this fact and committed suicide by taking poison. But the suicide failed. Fortunately, the Dutch painter received a call from his neighbor and arrived in time to save his wife's life again. He persuaded his wife to reconcile with him, and he took care of her again so that she could recover quickly, but his wife still insisted on her own ideas and adopted a refusal attitude towards her ex-husband. In the end, she was unhappy and lost her life.

The Dutch painter finally packed up his wife's belongings in grief and decided to leave this unpleasant place and move back to his hometown. Just when he walked into his studio, he saw a nude painting of his wife, and he knew that the person who painted the painting killed his dear wife. Caused his family to be destroyed and his wife separated. At that time, he wished he could immediately slash the painting with a knife in order to vent the grief and anger in his heart. He knew they would have lived happily ever after without him. But when he really approached the painting, he was attracted by the superb technique in the painting, a kind of him with super high attainments in art, out of his love for painting, he was reluctant to tear it up, so He kept the painting intact.

Although the protagonist in the article has such and other shortcomings, his spirit of unremitting pursuit of his ideals is indeed admirable, and reading is often moved by his spirit of persistent pursuit of dreams. After his death, many of his paintings were preserved in the National Museum, and many were acquired by aristocratic painting enthusiasts at exorbitant prices to keep in their homes.

After reading this book, I was pondering the title of the book "The Moon and Sixpence". How noble is the moon, hanging high in the sky, so bright and charming. Maybe the moon represents the dream in each of us. It's out of reach, a little far, but it fascinates us all the time. And what about sixpence? It is the lowest value silver coin in the UK, representing reality and humility. The moon and sixpence are both round and sparkling, but their essence is completely different. Maybe they symbolize ideal and reality!