Chapter 30 The Truth Behind the Eleventh Brief History of Beauty

I was born in 1965, exactly one year before the "Cultural Revolution".When the red flag was flying in the land of China and the world was turned upside down, I was concentrating on breastfeeding in my nurse's arms, and I had no interest in being a red guard.By 1974, when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, Chairman Mao called on all students to go to the vast world to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants. Therefore, we abandoned the bright classrooms of the school and moved to the dark warehouses in the countryside to "open the door to run schools".Every day when I go to school, I have to carry a basket, which contains my fresh garbage and my lunch box.Garbage is organic fertilizer used to support the countryside.In our spare time, we went to the peasants’ homes to help out. The best expression of our Red Soldier’s idea of ​​“destroying the four olds” was emptying the toilet for the peasants. A group of urban boys around 10 years old rushed to the peasant’s home to empty the toilet.Later, a newspaper in Wuxi came to interview me, and I and a few toilet-flushing activists were honored to be photographed.We held the toilet with one hand and the toilet brush with the other, and our smug faces actually made it into the newspaper.That was my first and only report as a teenager.

In 1976, when I entered junior high school, each student was required to submit 100 fly chrysalis.Flies are the husbands of chasing smells, and the pupae can only be found near the toilets and cesspit, so all the students rushed to the smelly ground, and the poor flies were almost wiped out.I still vaguely remember going to a cesspit in the countryside to dig pupae together with a beautiful female classmate.I don't have any romantic memories now, but the smell of the cesspit is still fresh in my memory.What's more, the school requires each student to hand over 200 catties of rubbish.Although I have always been an active member of the garbage movement, I cannot complete the task this time, because all the trash cans have been looted long ago.So I forced my mother to help me find garbage.My mother was really supernatural, and she went to her factory to pull a cart full of garbage out.The mother and son were sweaty from pushing back and forth, and brought a cart full of garbage to the school.The school teacher estimated that the garbage in this truck weighed 150 kilograms. My mother was not happy to hear that, and insisted that the garbage in the truck weighed 300 kilograms.Now that I think about it, my mother must have been exhausted by that truckload of garbage.

The above-mentioned revolutionary experience is not false, presumably the children of today have never even heard of it.I showed the first draft of this book to my father, and my father saw that I, a junior from the "Cultural Revolution", dared to play big swords in front of him, and said surprisingly: "I once swept every toilet in Wuxi." The complacent look on his face made me bend over with a smile.As I grew up, it was the first time my father told me about his experience of sweeping every toilet in Wuxi during the "Cultural Revolution".He didn't say it in the past, so it can be seen that this is not something he can be proud of.Now that the son is acting ugly, the father is also interested in joining in the fun. The psychological trauma of the "Cultural Revolution" has gradually condensed into a kind of black humor with the passage of time. The "Cultural Revolution" is really an anal farce, and I am definitely not here to grandstanding.I believe that people who have experienced the "Cultural Revolution" will smile knowingly at my above statement.

During the "Cultural Revolution", even the anus could not escape the dictatorship of the proletariat.When I went to the primary school where my grandmother taught, one day one of my teachers didn't come to teach.The principal announced to everyone with a solemn face that Mr. Li had been arrested for committing counter-revolutionary crimes.Afterwards, my grandmother told me that Teacher Li was convicted of wiping his butt with a newspaper with Chairman Mao's face on it.The strange thing is that the newspaper covered in manure has long since been thrown into the latrine. Someone must be patrolling the latrine every day to discover new trends in class struggle.Another interesting question is what to do with the dung-stained portrait of the Great Leader? It can be said that the influence of the "Cultural Revolution" on the masses of the people has reached the point where no "hole" can penetrate.

Eating shit is unbelievable in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is a psychological image that appears frequently in psychopathology.Earlier in the chapter on alcoholics, I mentioned a case where an alcoholic used himself as a toilet.What is the use of the toilet?The toilet is, of course, a container for poop.It is disgusting enough to think of oneself as a toilet, but as a matter of fact, the human body is really a toilet. No matter how great and beautiful a person is, isn’t the interior of that person’s abdomen just a toilet?It is a statement of fact that humans are a dung-making machine.However, all human beings have reached a tacit agreement on this point to ignore the reality in the human intestine.