Chapter 7 diluted dante

Florence, like an old man, goes to bed early.A few years ago, a few friends from the business world and I drove hundreds of kilometers to arrive late at night. All the shops on the street were closed, and we could only walk around in the alleys to find the kind of small restaurants that stayed up late.The streets are old enough, and the alleys are even more ancient. The hard stones are always worn slippery under the feet, faintly reflecting the iron street lamps on the high walls in the distance.The high walls on both sides are very close together, revealing a narrow night sky with dim moonlight, resembling copper engravings from years ago.The road is getting narrower, the lights are getting darker, the footsteps are getting louder and quieter, not only afraid of harassing some insomniac, but also afraid of waking up a middle age.

Finally, at the turn of the alley ahead, I saw a small standing figure, motionless, like a clay sculpture or wood carving.When I got closer, it was a Japanese man, following his gaze to look forward, it turned out that he was staring at an old building, and there was a curtain hanging on the right wall of the building, with the words Dante's former residence written on it. I still can't think of any other way that would be more appropriate than meeting Dante's house that night.So dark, so cramped, so still, so tired, so hungry, it seemed like they were all preparing for this encounter.The Japanese finally nodded to us, with an expression as if everything was expected, and you will touch here at this time.

Dante walks out of such darkness and narrowness.His empty footsteps stepped on the boundary line between last night and this morning, so that all the people who woke up early could vaguely remember it. The old building has three floors, with small windows and thick walls. There is an iron lamp at the front door and a well platform.The iron lamp had no light, and the well platform was covered. The management authorities didn't even dare to chisel the words Dante's former residence on the wall, and only hung a curtain, because it would no longer be the same as it was when it was chiseled.

I asked my friends to continue down the alley to find a restaurant, and I stood with the Japanese in front of the former residence for a while.Later, the Japanese also left, and I stood alone until my friends got worried and turned back to look for it. This incident has been lingering in my mind like a dream for several years. Sometimes I feel very artistic, but sometimes I regret not being able to enter the former residence. So this time I came to Florence and turned to the former residence again. Of course it is no longer In the dark night, you can enter through the side door, and visit each layer and room in detail.

After reading all kinds of materials on display, I am most interested in standing at each window and looking out, guessing Dante's eyes back then.Dante often left home here in his youth to study everywhere, and became an encyclopedic scholar early on. He was also attached to Florence and did not want to leave for too long.Here is Beatrice, whom he loved but died young, and the construction of the emerging republican regime.He joined the republican regime in Florence at the age of thirty-five, and even became one of the six executives at the age of thirty-five. However, he was soon expelled by the authorities who seized power because he stood on the side of the interests of emerging businessmen and opposed the intervention of the Pope. Sentenced to death in absentia.

On the day he was expelled, Dante should have left late at night or early in the morning, right?There was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the alley, and several old women looked around suspiciously through the shutters.What exiled him was a city he didn't want to leave, and of course he couldn't choose to be in the daytime. After being sentenced to death, Dante entered the golden age of creation in exile. He not only wrote the academic works "Feast", "On the Common Words" and "Emperorship", but also started the creation of the great epic "Divine Comedy". Bearing the death penalty, the cross became a historical giant.

The Florentine authorities sent him a letter saying that if he could repent, he would be pardoned.repent?Dante sneered, and the Florentine authorities sentenced him to death again in 1315. If the first judgment can be regarded as a dispute between political factions, then this time it can be regarded as an absurd anti-judgment.Just imagine, how could it not become a laughing stock of history to sentence a great poet who had written the "Divine Comedy" to death?However, at that time, Dante really couldn't return to the city he loved so much. He could only come back in his sleep at night and daydreaming during the day.In the end, the fifty-six-year-old guest died in a foreign land.Florence lost Dante in this way, but in the end he did not lose it. Admirers of later generations always closely linked the city with the poet. For example, Marx did not mention him when quoting Dante’s poems. The name, only the great poet of Florence, is completely integrated into one body, and it cannot be pulled apart.

After all, Florence was Florence, and its rejection of Dante was a brief historical process, which soon washed away this shame with greater brilliance.In Cosimo Mechidi's residence, I saw Dante's deathbed face molded, enshrined like a god.Cosimo can be called the great ruler in the history of Florence, so his offering also represents the heart of the whole city. What moved me the most was a little thing.Dante finally died in Ravenna, a city in the northeast of Florence, so he was buried there. How much Florence hoped to bring his tomb back grandly, but how could Ravenna release it?So the two cities agreed to set up an ever-burning lamp in front of Dante's tomb, and Florence provided the lamp oil.How much oil is in a lamp?But Florence insisted on enshrining this light and warmth forever beside the wronged wanderer.

Not only that, Santa Croce in Florence houses the coffins and coffins of many important figures who were born locally and became famous all over the world, but there is only one statue at the gate, that is Dante.This is the place the city has set for its sons.Standing outside the arrangement, Dante enlightened the behavior of this group of people, as well as the dense and narrow alleys around him, so that visitors from all walks of life can understand how they move the whole world. The statue of Dante is pure white, thin and melancholy, but not specific, which is not common in the world.If the burden of history is too heavy, then why are the expressions of Greek and Roman sculptures more agile than him?I couldn't understand everything frozen in his expression. I saw that many pigeons landed on the statue every time, and the two white colors blended together; soon the pigeons flapped their wings and flew to the surrounding alleys, and also to the The sky in the distance seems to be diluting and dissolving the difficult and pure white Dante.