形容塞尔玛拉格洛夫这个作家的成语有哪些
自强不息[解释]自强：自己努力向上；息：停止。
自觉地努力向上，永不松懈。
[出自]《周易·乾》：“天行健，君子以自强不息。
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请用几句话描写塞尔玛拉格洛夫的成长经历
自强不息[解释]自强：自己努力向上；息：停止。
自觉地努力向上，永不松懈。
[出自]《周易·乾》：“天行健，君子以自强不息。
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塞尔玛·拉格洛夫说的名言警句.
.孤独可以毁灭人。
——塞尔玛·拉格洛夫
塞尔玛·拉格洛夫的人物生平
瑞典女作家、1909年诺贝尔文学奖获得者。
她于1858年11月20日出生于瑞典中部韦姆兰省的一个军官的小庄园——莫尔巴卡庄园，并且在那里度过了童年、青年和晚年。
拉格洛夫出生后不久左脚不幸成了残废，3岁半时，两脚完全麻痹不能行动，从此以后她总是坐在椅子上听祖母、姑妈和其他许多人讲传说和故事。
7岁以后开始大量阅读，书籍给她病残的身体带来莫大的精神安慰。
一天，她读到一本关于美国印第安人的冒险传说，激发起将来要从事写作的欲望。
她的麻痹的双腿经过多次治疗后能像健康人一样行走，但是走起路来脚仍然有一点儿跛。
她的父亲是位陆军中尉，结婚后一直居住在莫尔巴卡庄园，从事农业劳动。
劳动之余，全家人围坐在一起朗读诗歌和小说。
父亲酷爱文学这一特点以及热爱韦姆兰家乡风俗习惯的传统是拉格洛夫从她父亲那里获得的两项极为宝贵的遗产，对她的文学生涯起了很大的作用。
在她的作品中，尤其是描写童年和青年时代的作品中，父亲往往成了她作品中的重要人物。
她在世时，每年父亲生日，8月17日，她总是要邀请庄园里和附近的乡亲们来庄园聚会庆祝，以示对父亲的怀念。
1889年第一部作品《古斯泰·贝林的故事》以强烈的怀旧感记录了庄园传统和生活习惯，抒发了自己的恋乡情。
1891年，塞尔玛·拉格洛夫的第一部文学作品《古斯泰·贝林的故事》出版，这部以19世纪20年代一位年轻的牧师的遭遇为主要情节的小说立刻成为了畅销书。
使塞尔玛·拉格洛夫一跃成为瑞典的著名小说家。
1894年出版《无形的锁链》获得空前成功，这极大地鼓舞了拉格洛夫的创作热情，她辞掉教员工作，走上了专心从事写作的职业作家之路。
这一时期她的主要作品还有《假基督的故事》，故事集《古代斯堪的纳维亚神话集》和以巴勒斯坦的瑞典移民的生活为题材的史诗小说《耶路撒冷》，后一部作品被认为是她艺术才华发展到完美的表现。
1894、1899、1901她又出版四本短篇小说集，出版长篇游记《假基督的奇迹》、《一座贵族庄园的传说》、《孔阿海拉皇后》、《耶路撒冷》。
其中以《一座贵族园的传说》艺术性最高， 《耶路撒冷》成功地刻画了人物。
拉格洛夫据《基督传说》而进行的传说创作《在拿撒勒》、《红胸脯的鸟》，和用民间口头传说形式创作的《阿尔纳先生的钱》，是优秀的儿童文学读物。
1902年，塞尔玛·拉格洛夫受瑞典国家教师联盟委托为孩子们编写一部以故事的形式来介绍地理学，生物学和民俗学等知识的教科书。
4年后《尼尔斯骑鹅旅行记》出版了。
1906至1907年，《骑鹅旅行记》被作为历史、地理教科书出版。
这部童话巨著使她成为蜚声世界的文豪，赢得了与丹麦童话作家安徒生齐名的声誉。
她在国内外的地位和声望也不断提高，1907年5月当选为瑞典乌普萨拉大学荣誉博士，1909年获诺贝尔文学奖；1914年当选为瑞典学院院士，挪威、芬兰、比利时和法国等国家还把本国最高勋章授予她。
她被选为瑞典皇家科学院的第一位女院士。
《尼尔斯骑鹅历险记》也给她带来了巨大的经济效益，使她有能力买回童年时代住过的莫尔巴卡庄园。
从1915年起到她去世，她一直居住在这座庄园里。
她一面辛勤地经营庄园，一面积极创作，接下来的日子相继出版了长篇小说《利尔耶克鲁纳之家》、《车夫》、《普初加里的皇帝》、《被开除教籍的人》，回忆录《莫尔巴卡》和《罗文舍尔德》三部曲。
即使到了晚年，她仍然孜孜不倦地创作着，出版了回忆录《一个孩子的回忆》和《日记》。
她出版的最后一部作品是《秋天》。
她的最后一部小说《圣诞节的故事》出版于1938年，表现了作者对劳动者的同情。
二战爆发后，塞尔玛·拉格洛夫把自己的诺贝尔奖章送给芬兰政府，为后者筹钱进行苏芬战争。
芬兰政府非常感动，但把奖章归还了她。
晚年，她为和平、团结及各种人道主义要求而发表许多热情讲话的同时，完成了小说三部曲，其中以第二部《沙劳德·罗文舍尔德》为最出色。
1940年2月，82岁高龄的拉格洛夫计划为她的好友苏菲·埃尔康撰写一本传记小说，可惜只写了两章，她自己不幸于3月8日患脑溢血。
3月16日，塞尔玛·拉格洛夫在庄园去世。
在去世前不久，这位女作家还以她个人的影响力，通过瑞典皇室，向德国纳粹政权交涉，从集中营里救出了犹太女作家，后来于1966年获得诺贝尔文学奖的奈莉·萨克斯女士及她的母亲。
这位在瑞典享有崇高地位和声誉的女作家一生没有结婚，把毕生精力献给了文学事业。
她逝世时正值芬兰冬战爆发，德国法西斯攻占邻国丹麦和挪威，对她的悼念很快被隆隆的炮声所淹没。
从1991年开始，她的肖像出现在瑞典货币20克朗钞票上。
求塞尔玛·拉格洛夫在获诺奖的颁奖典礼上发表的致谢演说
额，只有英文版，我从诺贝尔奖官网找到的Banquet SpeechSelma Lagerlöf's speech at the Nobel Banquet at Grand Hôtel, Stockholm, December 10, 1909(Translation)A few days ago I was sitting in the train, bound for Stockholm. It was early evening; there was little light in my compartment and none at all outside. My fellow passengers were dozing in their respective corners, and I was very quiet, listening to the rattling of the train.And then I began to think of all the other times I had come up to Stockholm. It had usually been to do something difficult - to pass examinations or to find a publisher for my manuscript. And now I was coming to receive the Prize in Literature. That, too, I thought would be difficult.All through this autumn I had lived at my old home in Värmland in complete solitude, and now I should have to step forward in the presence of so many people. I had become shy of life's bustle in my solitary retreat and was apprehensive at the thought of facing the world.Deep within me, however, was a wondrous joy at receiving this Prize, and I tried to dispel my anxiety by thinking of those who would rejoice at my good fortune. There were my good friends, my brothers and sisters and, first and foremost, my old mother who, sitting back home, was happy to have lived to see this day.But then I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this. Never have I met anyone with his love and respect for the written word and its creators, and I wished that he could have known that theSwedish Academy had bestowed on me this great Prize. Yes, it was a deep sorrow to me that I could not tell him.Anyone who has ever sat in a train as it rushes through a dark night will know that sometimes there are long minutes when the coaches slide smoothly along without so much as a shudder. All rustle and bustle cease and the sound of the wheels becomes a soothing, peaceful melody. The coaches no longer seem to run on rails and sleepers but glide into space. Well, that is how it was as I sat there and thought how much I should like to see my old father again. So light and soundless was the movement of the train that I could hardly imagine I was on this earth. And so I began to daydream: «Just think, if I were going to meet Father in Paradise! I seem to have heard of such things happening to other people - why, then, not to myself?» The train went gliding on but it had a long way to go yet, and my thoughts raced ahead of it. Father will certainly be sitting in a rocking chair on a veranda, with a garden full of sunshine and flowers and birds in front of him. He will be reading Fritjofs saga, of course, but when he sees me he will put down his book, push his spectacles high up on his forehead, and get up and walk toward me. He will say, «Good day, my daughter, I am very glad to see you», or «Why, you are here, and how are you, my child», just as he always used to do.He will settle again in his rocking chair and only then begin to wonder why I have come to see him. «You are sure there is nothing amiss?» he will ask suddenly. «No, Father, all is well», I will reply. But then, just as I am about to break my news to him, I will decide to keep it back just a while longer and try the indirect approach. «I have come to ask you for advice, Father,» I will say, «for I am very heavily in debt.»«I am afraid you will not get much help from me in this matter», Father will reply. «One may well say of this place that, like the old estates in our Värmland, it has everything except money.»«Ah, but it is not money that I owe, Father.» «But that's even worse», Father will say. «Begin right at the beginning, daughter.»«It is not too much to ask that you should help, Father, for it was all your fault right from the beginning. Do you remember how you used to play the piano and sing Bellman's songs to us children and how, at least twice every winter, you would let us read Tegnér and Runeberg and Andersen? It was then that I first fell into debt. Father, how shall I ever repay them for teaching me to love fairy tales and sagas of heroes, the land we live in and all of our human life, in all its wretchedness and glory?»Father will straighten up in his rocking chair and a wonderful look will come into his eyes. «I am glad that I got you into this debt», he will say. «Yes, you may be right, Father, but then remember that that is not all of it. Think how many creditors I have. Think of those poor, homeless vagabonds who used to travel up and down Värmland in your youth, playing the fool and singing all those songs. What do I not owe to them, to their mischief and mad pranks! And the old men and women sitting in their small grey cottages as one came out of the forest, telling me wonderful stories of water-sprites and trolls and enchanted maidens lured into the mountains. It was they who taught me that there is poetry in hard rocks and black forests. And think, Father, of all those pale, hollow-cheeked monks and nuns in their dark cloisters, the visions they saw and the voices they heard. I have borrowed from their treasure of legends. And our own peasants who went to Jerusalem - do I owe them nothing for giving me such glorious deeds to write about? And I am in debt not only to people; there is the whole of nature as well. The animals that walk the earth, the birds in the skies, the trees and flowers, they have all told me some of their secrets.»Father will smile and nod his head and look not at all worried. «But don't you understand, Father, that I carry a great burden of debt?» I will say, and look more and more serious. «No one on earth knows how I can repay it, but I thought that you, in Heaven, would know.» «We do», Father will say and be as carefree and relaxed as he used to be. «Never fear, child, there is a remedy for your trouble.»«Yes, Father, but that's not all. I am also heavily in debt to those who have formed and moulded our language into the good instrument that it is, and taught me to use it. And, then, am I not in debt to those who have written in prose and in verse before my time, who have turned writing into art, the torchbearers, the pathfinders? The great Norwegians, the great Russians who wrote when I was a child, do I not owe them a thousand debts? Has it not been given to me to live in an age in which my own country's literature has reached its highest peak, to behold the marble emperors of Rydberg, the world of Snoilsky's poetry, Strindberg's cliffs, Geijerstam's countryfolk, the modern men of Anne-Charlotte Edgren and Ernst Ahlgren,Heidenstam's Orient? Sophie Elkan, who has brought history to life, Fröding and his tales of Värmland's plains, Levertin's legends, Hallström's Thanatos, and Karlfeldt's Dalekarlian sketches, and much else that was young and new, all that nourished my fantasy, drove me on to compete, and made the dreams bear fruit - do I not owe them anything?»«Yes, yes», Father will say. «You are right, yours is a heavy debt but, never fear, we will find a way.»«I don't think, Father, that you really understand how hard it is for me. You don't realize that I am also in debt to my readers. I owe them so much - from the old King and his youngest son, who sent me on my apprentice's wanderings through the South, to the small schoolchildren who scribbled a letter of thanks for Nils Holgersson. What would have become of me if no one had wanted to read my books? And don't forget all those who have written of me. Remember the famous Danish critic who, with a few words, won me friends all over Denmark! And he who could mix gall and ambrosia in a more masterly fashion than anyone in Sweden had ever done before his time. Now he is dead. Think of all those in foreign lands who have worked for me. I owe them gratitude, Father, both for their praise and for their censure.»«Yes, yes», Father will say, and I shall see him look a little less calm. Surely, he will begin to understand that it will not be easy to help me.«Remember all who have helped me, Father!» I shall say. «Think of my faithful friend, Esselde, who tried to open doors for me when no one dared to believe in me. Think of others who have cared for and protected my work! Think of my good friend and travelling companion, who not only took me south and showed me all the glories of art but made life itself happier and lighter for me. All the love that has come to me, the honours, the distinctions! Do you not understand now that I had to come to you to ask how such debts can be paid?»Father has lowered his head and does not look so hopeful any more.«I agree, Daughter, it is not going to be easy to find help for you but, surely, there is nothing more you owe anyone?»«Yes, Father, I have found it difficult enough to bear all that I owed before, but my biggest debt has not yet come. That is why I had to come to you for advice.»I cannot understand how you could owe still more», Father will say. «Oh, yes », I will reply, and then I will tell him all about this.«I just cannot believe the Academy... », Father will say but, looking at me and seeing my face, he will know it is all true. And, then, every wrinkle in his face will tremble and tears will come into his eyes.«What am I to say to those who put my name up for the Prize and to those who have made the decision - think, Father, it is not only honour and money they are bestowing on me. They have shown that they have trust enough in me to single me out before the whole world. How shall I repay this debt?»Father will sit and still no words will come as he thinks. Then, drying tears of joy from his eyes, he will bang down his fist on the arm of the rocking chair and say, «I will not rack my brains about problems that no one in Heaven or on earth can solve. I am too happy that you have been given the Nobel Prize to worry about anything!»Your Majesties, Your Royal Highnesses, Ladies and Gentlemen - having received no better answer than this to all my questions, it only remains to me to ask you to join me in the toast which I have the honour to propose to the Swedish Academy.From Nobel Lectures, Literature 1901-1967, Editor Horst Frenz, Elsevier Publishing Company, Amsterdam, 1969
塞尔玛拉格洛夫写的什么与《安徒生童话》齐名
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