Chapter 28 In Progress - Conclusion

After closing the last page, I suddenly felt a sudden silence. The clock on the wall was ticking. For more than a year, my ears seemed to be echoing day and night with the sound of gold and iron, horses neighing and people screaming, and I was really at a loss when I calmed down for a while.Lifting the purple clay pot and taking a sip, Tieguanyin was cold and a little astringent.Sit quietly with the lights off.Tonight is the 30th day of the lunar calendar, there is no moon, and it is very dark.After a long time, some sounds were heard again, like someone sighing in a low voice, long and desolate.

This sigh seemed to come from the cabinet of books, and it seemed to surge from the bottom of my own heart. Feeling dizzy for a while, I shook my head vigorously, and I walked out of the study. Sit on the couch and turn on the TV.I took my phone, and there are five unread text messages.One by one, they are the ringtone advertisement, the weather forecast, the notice of winning the lottery somewhere, the explicit so-called dating information, and one is a dirty joke sent by a friend.One by one was deleted. It's news time.On the screen, a small man walks unkempt on the streets of my city.Carrying a dirty red flag on a pole, it reads "Travel all over China on foot", and there is a line of words below it, which can't be seen clearly after a flash.Subconsciously reacted: "Here comes another one." Just as he was guessing whether the small characters said "unification", "Olympic" or "environmental protection", the announcer had already revealed the answer: "He said that he traveled all over the country on foot this time. , to call for world peace." The voice was a little lazy.In the camera, few people walking on the street seem to be chasing and watching, and everyone is still busy with their own business.Suddenly there was an unkind thought, would he get in a car when he left the city?Or, is that flag still carried in the wilderness?

It seems that this trick is outdated. From this, I remembered a news article I saw in the morning. An old man burned his own paintings in the downtown area of ​​Shenzhen, and one of them wrote "I don't want to be China's Van Gogh".He claimed that the reason for burning the paintings was that he had a high standard but no one appreciated them. "Burning the paintings made me feel much more at ease! No Bole knows me, so why keep these paintings?" The newspaper also wrote a sentence that a security officer said at the time : "If you want to burn paintings, find a barren mountain to burn them."

This trick is not enough.The most violent thing I have seen these days may be the senior boy whose online name is "Yao Fei Empress": he posted a series of nude selfies in imitation Monroe poses on the Internet.Netizens cursed countless times, and finally attracted reporters.In an interview, "Yaofei" said that this was "just to become popular", and he wanted to get rich in the fastest way so that his parents in the countryside would not have to continue to suffer in the fields.Senior year, soon to graduate, his mentor is Sister Fu Rong who has been scolding all the time--it's a pity for this nickname.

Who says there's nothing new under the sun?Under this blue sky, how many creations like this are going on at the same time? The phone rang, it was an old colleague.I met by chance a few days ago, and during the chat, he said that he believed in Christianity after retirement.The solemnity and piety on the face when mentioning God reminded me of an elder who was also religious: the old lady’s muttered prayers before meals left a deep impression on me—but I knew very well that when I spread out the world map, she was Certainly not Jerusalem.He called to remind me that tomorrow is Sunday, because I had said that I wanted to go and enjoy the atmosphere of the church.

I talked very enthusiastically on the phone and promised to go, but somehow I remembered Li Shutong who had studied abroad but finally converted to Buddhism, and I also remembered some scientists trying to prove that aliens are God, and the Milky Way is the one big world that Buddhism says , There are still souls after death and other research that sounds absurd. When I hung up the phone, I suddenly wondered whether it was worth spending more than a year writing these things. Just like a mathematician who knows that the result is zero but still devotes his whole life to verifying the answer with numerous calculations, how meaningful is it?

Of course, I'm not a mathematician -- not any mathematician. I'm just a staunch atheist so far. Maybe the concubines are right, the achievements of each person's life, for him, are destined to be meaningful only in the past hundred years-modern science has made God die, and we have lost the reincarnation of the previous life and the future forever , and only a short life is left. Therefore, everyone has the right to resort to various tricks in order to fight for their own value. So I want to drink. The neon lights are flashing, and the city's nightlife has just begun. Gathered a few friends and went to the biggest bar in town.They drive Buicks, Focuses, and Fits.My car is fuel-efficient, three and a half liters per 100 kilometers, American and Japanese motorcycles from Huangyan, Zhejiang.There are a lot of people and cars on the street. Cars are not as flexible as motorcycles, but I arrived first.

My friends don’t know much about history, and few people like history. I can’t think of anyone who will read "Historical Records", even if it is the vernacular version; There is no disaster in the disease, and all of them are rosy. I don't want to say a word about history tonight, including literature--like every gathering before. Under the ambiguous light, friends and the heavily made-up bar girls guessed dice with hand gestures, and empty wine bottles lined up in a spectacular row.On the stage, the singer seemed very upset because he didn't get a single flower basket, turned his head and left after singing.

After a few bottles of wine, my thoughts became confused.Watching the waiter carry the plate back and forth, I suddenly thought, how much does history mean to ordinary modern people like us?Do you know who the Three Emperors and Five Emperors were, how old Confucius lived, where Li Zicheng died, and whose lives would it affect? ——History, can you receive a flower basket for that pouting singer? It is said that reading history can make people wise, but how many people need such wisdom?It is said that taking history as a mirror can tell the ups and downs, how many people who know the ups and downs among all living beings can try to turn the world around? ——How many people have God given the opportunity to choose a path?For most people who have only one road in front of them, is it really meaningful if they can't see the future clearly and know their own coordinates?

Or, will touching history make it easier to discover the unavoidable end and destiny hidden under the glitz, and make people completely desperate? Maybe it's not that complicated. In the eyes of many people, history is just some interesting stories. Or maybe it’s not so negative, learning some history is still very helpful to many people.It is said that the Manchu Qing Dynasty won the world with this book, and many Japanese businessmen also learned this book and made a fortune.Around us, all kinds of books that teach the use of historical tactics in the contemporary workplace and life have occupied the most conspicuous shelves of major bookstores.

It's just fiction, not real history; then, are those clever or insidious strategies that are actually carried out the most practical part of history? According to the most realistic philosophical point of view, is the most practical equal to the most important? What is the relationship between practicality, importance and truth? And what does history mean to me?The majors are different, and even the title of the job is not used.Just more talking points?On the wine table, is it the historical allusion or the ongoing scandal that can most enliven the atmosphere? Besides, in the endless time and space, how small and dull as I can see through the clouds and smoke of history? Is what I see really history?Is it a pile of yellowed paper, or a pile of bagasse that has been chewed repeatedly by countless generations? —Did I just pick up some and chew them whole again, like countless generations of ancestors who have vanished into thin air? What is history? ... That sigh slowly sounded in my ears again, long and desolate. While I was still awake, I leaned into a friend's ear and said loudly, "Are you interested in going to church tomorrow?" The music was too loud, and the DJ yelled to incite people to "abandon everything and shake and shake as much as you want".He said it several times before he heard it clearly, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you going there?" His tongue had already started to grow. I blurted out a once popular saying: "Go borrow a shoulder to lean on."