Chapter 37 Epilogue It's good to be young

I remember when I read it back then, what moved me the most was not "Guan Ju", but—— There is Jiamu in the south, but not dependable; There is a goddess in Han River, But I can't catch up. The Han River is so broad, I really have no hope; The Yangtze River is so long, I really have no direction. I like this poem because I also lost love. At that time, I worked as a farm worker on the Junken Farm of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps.Lived in batting, ate cornmeal, and did physical labor.There was little entertainment on the farm, and television and computers were unheard of.Fortunately, when I went to the frontier, I took a few books with me.When encountering a rare slack in the countryside, he translated and wrote "Chu Ci" to pass the time.Up to now, I can still recall the translations at that time, such as "You Fox"——

The fox looks for the object, On that stone beam. Poor boy who makes people feel distressed, It is a pity that he has no clothes. And "Moonrise" - The moon came out brightly, The girl looks delicate, The girl is tall, My feelings are quiet. Of course, this is all a dream.There are no girls who "come to accompany me to play the zither" like "Night on the Grassland", let alone "run over by themselves" like "Meeting in Obao".There are some things that hit a snag. strangeness!Bitter haha, still have this idea? Yes, because I am young.

In our world, there is nothing better than being young.No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how rich he is, no matter how status he has, they cannot be bought in exchange for youth.When you are young, you can think wildly; when you are young, you can be arrogant; when you are young, you can ignore it; when you are young, you can be in high spirits.Young people are privileged, because they are young and do nothing, because they are young, and because they have a long life. The same goes for humans. Yes, every ancient civilization and nation has its own childhood and youth, as well as its own first love and lovelorn.The cave paintings of Altamira, the goddess sculptures of the Red Mountain cultural site, the ring stones of Stonehenge, and the giant stone figures of Easter Island show the innocence of human childhood; the pyramids of ancient Egypt, the astrology of Babylon, the ancient Asura in India, the Pantheon in ancient Rome, Homer's epic and the Olympics in ancient Greece, ours and "Songs of Chu", as well as the heroes who are aggressive and the girls are passionate, all show the domineering and innocent youth , whimsical and daring, even ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth.That's right, all nations in the world are the same when they are young, with pimples on their faces and child's blood on their bodies.

Yes, I was young then. This is fact and history, the question is how to look at it. When talking about Greek art, Marx said that it is impossible for an adult to become a child again.But doesn't the innocence of children please him?Shouldn't he be on a higher ladder and reproduce his own reality?Is not the inherent character of a nation revived innocently in every age in its childish nature?Why shouldn't historical human childhood, where it is most perfectly developed, assume a permanent fascination as a stage never to return? Of course it should. From the Western Zhou Dynasty, Eastern Zhou Dynasty to the Spring and Autumn Period, it is the "boyhood" of our nation.People at that time had true temperament and blood, so they were affectionate and righteous, daring to love and hate.Only then can there be assassins who kill themselves and become benevolent, lovers who pursue true love, warriors who never hesitate, loyal subjects, envoys who turn the tide, and ghosts and gods full of human feelings.Collectively they embody the permanent fascination of a nation "where it is most perfectly developed."

Therefore, if the "Founders", the third volume of Chinese history, describes the "body and bones" of our nation, then what this volume wants to show is the "spirit, energy and spirit".Those youthful spirits, those boys and girls, those flowers and plants, those bumps and bumps, all of them exude a youthful atmosphere, rushing wetly, let us yearn for it infinitely, let us never forget it. Please stay here for a while! The road ahead will be full of high winds and rough waves, full of dangers.