Chapter 14 66-70

Chapter 66: Weiming Lake is an Ocean / Xu Qiuhan (2) Although vernacular poetry has passed my inner certification, I still appreciate and miss the era when Confucius "three hundred poems are all stringed and sang".My view on the history of literature and art is this: Poems and songs are originally one. The superstars of the music scene one or two thousand years ago were all great poets, and the poems written in the past were all intended to be sung.Cui Jian and Luo Dayou were still crowned poets until I started learning to play the guitar in middle school.But now, at least in China, poets and singers are two completely different and unrelated roles.

A school with more than 100 years - a temple with 5,000 years Fortunately, when I entered Peking University, my awareness was not yet high. I neither wanted to be a poet nor a singer.Because in this era, poets are always associated with being sensitive and narcissistic, while singers are always associated with being uneducated.Later, I resolutely gave up several opportunities to become a singer, but found that no one doubted that I could not eat grapes and said grapes were sour.Because friends from Peking University think it is reasonable; but in the eyes of more friends, if you don’t sing about youth and love, but sing about Weiming Lake and scholar-bureaucrats, how can you become a singer?

In fact, I also sang the praises of youth and love.But I think this is a private song, and it is enough to sing it only for specific people.For the public to listen to, at least start with the classmates, teachers and alumni of Peking University, of course we have to sing Weiming Lake and scholar-bureaucrats.What's more, the few talented seniors who want to make me a singer actually want me to sing Weiminghu and scholar-bureaucrats to more people. When I was no longer an ignorant freshman at Peking University, I thought I had found a gateway to the ultimate mission: it doesn't matter if you are a doctor or not, but China cannot live without soldiers.As Mr. Ji Xianlin said, as intellectuals and scholars, they inherit the national culture and national spirit.However, the literati have been eliminated as an exploiting class, so who are the literati?Peking University gave me the answer: If you don’t do it, whoever will do it.

Of course, Peking University is qualified to give a standard answer, because it inherits the blood of the Imperial College, the Imperial College and the Taixue, and it is dedicated to cultivating scholar-bureaucrats.So it is not only a school of more than one hundred years, but a temple of thousands of years, the shape can be scattered but the soul can not be scattered.A scholar-official may not have a piece of land, a black hat, or even a decent body, but if the soul is gone, the Chinese nation will also be wiped out. is it so serious?I have also asked myself this question.But this suspicion cannot withstand torture: If Chinese people no longer speak Chinese and write Chinese characters, and do not know China's history, then China is just an account registered with the United Nations.If these don't seem so critical, what if all Chinese people are not proud of China?What can Chinese people be proud of: the vast land and abundant resources?From the perspective of the earth today, our land is not the largest but it is full of desolation, and our things are not the most abundant but wasteful and extravagant.What's more, the vast land and abundant resources are nothing but the virtues of heaven and ancestors.Then there are five thousand years of history and culture, which verify the strong results of the Chinese nation as a biological community.But any nation or species never perishes before it perishes.The spiritual heritage accumulated by our ancestors, how much do we inherit today?How much was destroyed?Westerners know how wise Confucius and Lao Tzu are, and Easterners are honored to follow their thinking, but how many Chinese college students who go abroad can understand what they are talking about.These should be the cornerstones of the national soul, but they are regarded as the bricks and tiles of the division of labor.Therefore, our pride is like the intangible heritage we declare, and how many of them are left with only an empty shell.

Chapter 67: Weiming Lake is an Ocean / Xu Qiuhan (3) The Soul of a Scholar--Are you a "scholar" after reading a book? Worrying about the country and the people is like an infectious disease pervading Peking University. Although some people have strong resistance, the infection rate is still quite high.Children suffering from this disease think they have joined the guerrillas in the Matrix, unplug the ecstasy network cable inserted in the back of the neck, and see clearly that the so-called healthy people are actually kept in a nutrient solution pickle tank to dream.Until now, I often fall into the illusion of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies and cannot extricate myself.

Coming to Peking University is like being enchanted by the soul of a scholar-bureaucrat, and those who are selected must walk on this ascetic road.In the huge magnetic field of the thousand-year "spiritual soul", personal will is extremely small, and it is up to you whether you want it or not. However, it was not easy to be a scholar-bureaucrat in this dynasty. Not only did he go to the wild, but he was also revolutionized.If you want to resurrect from the ashes, you can only use the corpse to resurrect your soul.Fortunately, there is an unnamed lake. If you sit here alone at midnight, you will find that it is a moonlight box for time-space transformation and energy transmission.

The energy field also covered the classrooms, dormitories and library by the lake, and the sensitive nerves were easily hit by the spirits.Hidden in the hands of the star-studded academics at Peking University, the tall, black and strong teacher Xiao Guoliang is inconspicuous.But in my first class in social history, I was struck by him. "The so-called primitive society is a state of existence, slavery is a kind of interpersonal relationship, feudalism is a kind of regime structure, and capitalism is a kind of economic method. They are not parallel concepts at all, and they can completely overlap in the society of an era The feudal era in China began in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and ended after Qin Shihuang implemented the system of prefectures and counties. Therefore, the history of social development you have learned is pure nonsense! When you come to Peking University, the first thing you must do is to learn from the past clear the wrong logic. Otherwise, there will be no way to continue learning, and no way to communicate with the world."

I have been arguing with my teachers about these issues since I was in middle school, and it was only then that I found my mother like a wronged child.It was also at this time that I really understood what Mr. Lu Xun meant by "studying history first".I'm not sure what I heard in class was the truth itself, but at least I got a taste of the magic of the truth that can be so addictive. Died in the Cracks of History--Tearing off the Emperor's New Clothes Last month, I participated in a long-lost Young Pioneers activity due to work needs.Watching the children tie the legendary blood-stained cloth strips on their chests, singing songs about not being afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and swearing to the blood-red flag, they will be for a person they cannot understand and their teachers and parents no longer believe Struggle for ideals for life--my heart hurts like a knife.Generations of children who were originally ice and snow smart have been told since they put on the red scarves that they will bleed and die for a concept that cannot be explained.At the same time, the sacred ritual of taking an oath has since become worthless.And I myself was one of them. If I hadn't been lucky enough to be hit by the Weiming Lake, I wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with my logical thinking.I am very worried that after many generations, the genes of Chinese people's intelligence and wisdom will be changed due to the confusion of logical thinking.

Chapter 68: Weiming Lake is an Ocean / Xu Qiuhan (4) The tacit understanding of the previous generation is about to become the default premise of the next generation, but who dares to jump out and criticize the emperor's new clothes?Looking at the young pioneers saluting to me, I lowered my head in shame. At this moment, I finally understood the complicated look in the eyes of my middle school politics teacher when he stopped me from arguing 20 years ago. "Although I am nearly eighty years old, knowing that I am outnumbered, I will stand alone and fight until I die..." This is the solemn oath made by our principal Ma Yinchu when he was convicted of "New Population Theory" 50 years ago .Before him, there were countless historians who would rather kill their heads than change their writings, and admonishers who dared to speak out; after him, there were Professor Huang Wanli who opposed the Three Gorges Project to the death, and thousands of others who dared to speak in the classroom Teacher Xiao Guoliang on "Nonsense".When I came to the edge of Weiming Lake, I was able to redefine the division in my mind, who is a big rat who gets something for nothing, and who is a real scholar-bureaucrat.

Leaving aside the textual research that has caused unnecessary debate, I tentatively believe that people who have mastered knowledge and are free from manual labor are scholars, regardless of whether they are on the official stage of doctors, and believe in the national spirit of "the rich and the rich cannot be prostitutes, the poor and the humble cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued" The person who is the man is the real man.Li also said: "Scholars can't be resolute. If benevolence is their own responsibility, isn't it too important? After death, isn't it too far away?" So the literati and warriors with heavy responsibilities and a long way to go "remonstrate at the death of literature, and fight at the death of martial arts". The nation was able to survive crisis after crisis.The group of scholar-bureaucrats is not only used to rule the working people and inherit culture, but also to die well and die well.However, it is precisely because they are not afraid of death that by now, the genuine and spineless scholar-bureaucrats have almost died.Fortunately, there are still some elderly and children lingering in Peking University, and the dead spirits will return to the Weiming Lake to be reborn in Nirvana.

Poetic dwelling--Heroes and sages are around Walking out of the ivory tower of Peking University and rushing among all living beings, I discovered that the soul possessed by the Weiming Lake lingered like a shadow.I tend to think I am normal but I am sometimes treated as an alien in human skin, just like when I saw poets appearing around me.I miss the poets at the time. Some of them have become famous or unknown scholars, some have become businessmen, large or small, and some still live in the basement and wander by the unnamed lake. Although I know that there are living populations of poets and scholar-bureaucrats, I don't want to equate them.I have always believed that poetry needs to be remembered and praised in addition to literati's self-entertainment.So far, apart from the above, I have only memorized the two most popular lines of poetry in vernacular: one is "the mean is the passport of the mean, the noble is the epitaph of the noble"; the other is "the night gave me A pair of black eyes, but I use them to find light." These two sentences should be the brand of scholar-bureaucrats on contemporary poets.And when the scholar-officials temporarily put the world down from their shoulders, they don't necessarily have to write poetry.They can choose "poetic dwelling", which should be able to recharge their batteries when they are ready to die at any time. Chapter 69: Weiming Lake is an Ocean / Xu Qiuhan (5) Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly fast, the game of fantasy world has entered the 21st century, the earth is not destroyed, and human beings continue to survive.I, the butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzhou, finally gave up my wandering life of wandering in mountains and rivers, reciting the wind and the moon, and became a self-reliant laborer. A different body and another dream. Although both feet are on the ground, the ripples from the Weiming Lake still affect my seemingly extensive nerves from time to time.Three or four years ago, the Sun Zhigang incident in Guangzhou triggered a review of the constitutionality of the detention and repatriation system, and this system of disregarding human life was actually abolished.The news came: the three citizens Xu Zhiyong, Teng Biao, and Yu Jiang who submitted the constitutional review proposal were all Ph. He said: "Using knowledge itself to promote social improvement is the duty of intellectuals." Before Teng Biao, I knew that there were successive generations of Peking University students who had submitted various applications and proposals to the country, but just like a performance art that bets on the future of their lives, their advice and their people are like mud cows, mysteriously Disappeared.I have never read the poems written by Teng Biao, but today I suddenly discovered that, like Haizi back then, he also graduated from the Law Department of Peking University, and then went to teach at the University of Political Science and Law.But he did not lie on the track, but submitted an effective remonstrance that could benefit the people.To have such a result, I think this is the glory of Peking University, and also the glory of China.And I am happy to spread it around with infinite flattery: I had the honor to have dinner with Teng Biao, and he even claimed to be my fan!Haha, this is my glory. One or two years ago, I heard that Brother Kong Qingdong wrote a question for the Chinese language test for Peking University’s special admissions: imitating corrupt officials to write an inspection, requiring the writing to cover up the mistakes and not to shirk responsibility, reflecting the true nature of corrupt officials.This news also made me excited for a long time.Now Brother Kong asked on his blog, who said "Weiming Lake is an ocean".Although most of my friends on the Internet replied that it was Xu Qiuhan, I knew that I had only written and sung "The Weiming Lake is an Ocean". Where did it come from?I'm also not sure whoever handed me the baton was the source of it.Anyway, when I was in my freshman year of university, I saw a collection of essays commemorating Peking University - "The Charm of the Spirit". One of the articles was titled "The Weiming Lake is an Ocean", so I wrote it in this poem. In bad songs. "This is truly a sacred place," begins the song and opens the introduction to The Charm of the Spirit. I'm ashamed that I didn't remember the author's name in that article, but I don't think this senior will mind, because I know that they, like me, just hope to use their own way to keep the water of Weiming Lake flowing in all directions. 20071209 Xu Qiuhan, entered the Sociology Department of Peking University in 1991.Famous school rock singer.Currently working for a magazine in Beijing. Chapter 70: Weiming Lake is an Ocean / Xu Qiuhan (6) 【Attachment 1】 Weiming Lake is an ocean It's a holy place, I am here today. The sun, the moon, the stars, the lights are shining, Her face was laughing and crying. It's a holy place, I came here in my dream. The lake's tears, sweat, and blood glisten, Tell me there are no games here. Weiming Lake is an ocean, Poets hide under water. Souls are a fish, It can also jump from the water. what…… Weiming Lake is an ocean, Birds fly to this place. Here is my chest, My heart beats here. right here, right here, Right here, right here. Let those free grasses nourish and grow, Let the still water of the lake be bright forever, Let the fireflies light the fire in the dark night, Let me sing by candlelight. right here, right here, Right here, right here. my dream, right here. (May 1993) 【Attachment 2】 long clip Changjia, it's almost home. No fish to eat, no cars to go out. For whom is the breeze in my sleeves busy? The state is not to be used as a pillar. Changjia, it's almost home. No home, nothing to worry about. Ten years of hard work paid off, Aspirations unpaid back home. The rise and fall of the world, hide in my chest. Looking at the desolation of the world, Busy running empty sad. Changjia, it's almost home. Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. From now on, I will sing to wine, Happy to go back to my hometown. (May 1995) 【Appendix 3】 Trek II The wind is still blowing, The East has turned red. The frost of last night is still on my skirt. The Big Dipper has dimmed, The earth will wake up. Waiting for the sun to light my way, my journey. The bonfire has gone out, Ashes are still flickering. My hungry stomach accompanies me through sleepless nights. Recalling the vows made before leaving home, Even if the mountains are high and the waters are deep and bitter, Bitter people. Put down your bags and hit the road, Get ahead of the wind. The source of this flowing water is the end of my life. Walk up to the sun's head, When the clouds clear and the fog clears. The golden light on the top of the head is terrifying, According to Sharen. (April 1998)