Chapter 69 sweden swedish diary

one At the border between Norway and Sweden, I asked my partner in the same car what date it was today, and my partner’s answer was just as I expected, it was today, just as it happened. Today, two hundred and eighty-two years ago, a major event happened in Sweden: King Karl XII, who was only 36 years old, led his troops to attack Norway. He patrolled the trenches here at night and was shot dead by a bullet.Whose hand did this bullet come from?Historians still disagree.But there is no doubt that a history of militaristic expansion has basically come to an end since this night. Since we accidentally bumped into this day and this place, we should pay homage to that young military genius, and at the same time commemorate Sweden's early exit from the bloody quagmire of the Great Baltic Empire.

The death of a genius is likely to bury a kind of historical gospel in the sorrow of the whole people.This ambiguous paradox, hidden on the edge of the country so as not to be read, is being stepped on by us at this moment. two The pride of the Gothenburg people made people laugh. They actually mocked the capital like that, saying that the biggest advantage of Stockholm is that there is still a railway back to Gothenburg. However Gothenburg is really nice.In the middle of the night, the sea wind was strong, and the street lamps in the port were all supported by nautical equipment, and Japanese-style pavilions guarded them, and they were thousands of miles away at a glance.It's a pity that the opera house near the water is too large and unsuitable, which may have come from the roughness and wildness of the sailors.

My favorite thing on this cold rainy night is the lights in every house.Everyone opened the curtains, so that the lamp holders lit with more than a dozen candles were close to the windows, and the flowers of the day were all under the candlelight.Thousands of lights on the long street for several miles, connected into a misty dream. It's a good idea to push the whole city into a dream before I fall into a dream, even if I wake up in the middle of the night without loss. We quietly got up early to go to Stockholm, which they despise, while they were all dreaming. three When we set off from Gothenburg in the morning, it was dark and dark, just like midnight, and the dawn did not appear until close to noon.Before I had time to look for the sun, I saw that all the black branches on the side of the road had turned into golden branches and copper trunks, shining brightly, stretching all the way, as if the whole world would be a beam of light at this moment.

However, this guard of honor was so short, less than a hundred kilometers away, the brilliance gradually faded, the trunks turned grayish white, and the crowns of the trees were all blushing, and the blushing became more and more muddy, deeper and deeper, and finally became drowsy. People feel stuffy in their chests. The thick fog rose from nowhere, and although the cars in the convoy were very close together, they could no longer recognize each other, and only the dim fog lights could be vaguely seen.Raindrops crackled on the car windows again, and the fog never cleared, and the rain never stopped.

I know that a day has passed in such a hurry.Everything that remains is by no means a fraction, and people have to figure out ways to bear it by themselves. There seemed to be some huts passing by the roadside, and I immediately worried about them: in such a long winter, can they find a signal to make friends in the gloomy fog, even if it is to keep a dim fog lamp? Today I finally understand that loneliness can be observed, and it is the most solemn ceremony between heaven and earth.The loneliness observed with solemn ceremony makes people shudder. Four He may not be considered a world celebrity, but I can never forget his figure when I walk on the streets of Stockholm.

His name is Bernadotte. He was originally a French general under Napoleon. He was brave, tenacious, handsome and stalwart. He was once assigned by Napoleon to ride a tall horse slowly through the streets of Vienna as a demonstration of French demeanor.It was him who was elected king by the Swedes.The Swedish king, who couldn't even speak Swedish, did not disappoint Sweden. He judged the situation and no longer got involved in Napoleon's strategic phalanx. Instead, he joined the anti-French alliance, but he was not active. Napoleon was defeated at Waterloo, and he said nothing.He has understood that if a country like Sweden is caught in the competition among European powers, the only choice is peace and neutrality.

His wife, who had been living in Paris, was in an awkward situation, but she fondly recalled their first meeting. When she was eleven years old, a soldier assigned to stay knocked on the door of her house, and her father sent him away because he thought he was clumsy.This soldier was the king of Sweden who later married me.she says. This kind of political legend was established, half thanks to the romantic France, half thanks to the honest Nordic, the combination of the two changed the history of a place.Such legends were only possible in China during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods.

five Stockholm is actually a bunch of big and small islands.Many bridges have been built between the islands. These bridges have no slope and are like flat roads, so that travelers do not know that the island is an island.It's just that when I was walking on the street, I suddenly heard the roar of water, and I stretched my head to see the rushing water and the rolling sea waves under my feet. The royal palace, parliament, old streets, and cathedrals are all crowded on one island.The old streets are high and narrow, with many doors and small shops, and every bit of it is a sign of a century of prosperity.

The royal palace is open to visitors, and the uniforms of the young guards look a bit flimsy in the cold wind; a meeting is taking place on the ground floor of the parliament building, and any passer-by can watch through a layer of glass. Suddenly, a group of young people shouted slogans to protest the parliament. Because they didn't understand Swedish, they asked an old couple beside them.The old lady shook her turkey-like neck and complained repeatedly: Who knows, it's Christmas, and there's still so much noise! six Many cities in Europe are suffering from a hidden disease: they are now grandly launching cultural celebrities who have passed away one by one. After careful inspection, they were very indifferent and unfair to these cultural celebrities back then.

Stockholm can smile openly at this. It is very affectionate to Strindberg, its most important writer. There are at least three aspects that make the city's respect for Strindberg seem rare: 1. The citizens of Stockholm are not familiar with Strindberg's major creative achievements.Whether it is the early naturalistic psychological realism or the later symbolism and expressionism, his drama works are not easy for Stockholm citizens to accept; 2. They knew him to be a master of prose, but his prose was violently critical of the stereotypes and habits of the citizens of Stockholm, and continued;

3. He left Stockholm without saying goodbye, wandered all over the world, and came back in his later years. Based on these three points, Stockholm has every reason to give him a cold face.But he never imagined that on his birthday, citizens held countless torches, gathered in front of his apartment to pay tribute to him, and raised a large sum of money for his use. He has not won a Nobel Prize, but people say he has won a different kind of Nobel. seven Before leaving Sweden, I suddenly remembered the evaluations of several Nordic countries, which was very interesting. When I first arrived in Denmark, I heard the local people say: Due to the climate and geography, we Nordics are different from other Europeans. They are more reserved and not good at speaking; dull; when we arrived in Sweden, what we heard was: We Swedes are not as enthusiastic as the Norwegians, and we are hatefully lonely; What's the matter? The Nordic countries seem to be making a strange comparison and self-condemnation to see who is colder, cooler, and more indifferent. In fact, according to my opinion, the Nordic people are not without enthusiasm, but lack the sensitivity to quickly ignite and quickly transfer.They feel slower, choose later, don't like to preach, and seldom get angry, but once they choose, they don't change, pulling all kinds of twists and turns into a straight line.Choose peace and neutrality, formulate welfare policies, and set up the Nobel Prize, no matter how troublesome it is, it will go its own way. People who say they are cold can't be really cold, because being really cold doesn't feel cold.