Into May, more and more busy.There are more than a dozen things on my mind, and it is common to deal with four or five things every day.My brother said that I should only do one thing every day. I have worked hard for several years, but I can't do it, so I know that I am a layman.In martial arts novels, when the great monk asks the young monk to go back to the mountain to practice, the young monk often says: "The little monk still has some mundane affairs to do. I will tidy up here, and I will return to Baoshan to eat vegetarian rituals and Buddhas. The green lanterns and yellow scrolls will spend my whole life in leisure." When I was more than ten years old, I realized that in fact, many mundane affairs can be ignored, because in this world, there are endless gratitude, endless revenge, endless grievances, endless love, and even endless killings. Corrupt officials and corrupt officials, people who can't be saved forever.The heroism education in childhood should be revised. For most of us ordinary people, it is not easy to be alone, so how can we help the world at the same time.The so-called "do not save the common people, and swear not to become a Buddha" should be regarded as a lofty communist ideal, while "if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell" can be regarded as a wish to share the joys and sorrows of the world and the sorrows and joys of all families. It is also possible to have a warm heart.

Take this blog as an example, the original freshness is too early, I want to gradually die down, not to take away a cloud.Some friends also urged me to move and have fun, so don't keep messing around with Sina.But unexpectedly, the number of clicks reached more than 3 million, and the more I wanted to hide, the more I got more.Recently, when I went to various places, besides reading my books and watching my talk shows, people added a new topic: I visit your blog every day, and I was the one who scolded you that day. I occasionally think, from tomorrow, if I chop firewood to feed the horses and stop blogging, won’t the earth continue to rotate?Relatives or Yu Bei, others have also sung.The wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, who will miss Dongbo again?

Then I thought about the letter from the reader.I've corresponded since middle school, and I've been hearing from readers since I published my first article in college.For twenty years, I insisted on replying to every letter.Seven or eight years ago, the volume of letters skyrocketed, with a maximum of two to three thousand letters per year.There haven't been so many in the past two years, hundreds of letters per year, but I have less time.In the past six months, there has been a backlog of unanswered letters every week. "Every letter must be answered" can no longer be done. Now it can only be "every letter must be read".Many readers seem to have felt my ups and downs from afar, and they stated in the letter that there is no need to reply, as long as I can read it.It was not difficult to read. Many envelopes only said I accept Peking University, and they were delivered.Some even wrote that it was received by Kong Qingdong in Beijing, but it was delivered.I have many opinions on the post office, but I have always had great respect for the postman.Lao Ni, a classmate in the third and eighth grades of high school, once drew a postage stamp on the envelope.

But there are also embarrassing things.Once, a sophomore in high school wrote to me asking me to answer a question.But the letter was not signed. I searched the envelope, but I could only tell from the postmark that it was sent from a certain county in Hubei, so I couldn't return it.Soon the classmate wrote again, accusing me of not answering the letter, saying that I was arrogant and rude, and also related to the personality of Peking University professors.But the letter still hasn't been signed, so I can't argue.Then came the third, fourth, and fifth letters, and the scolding gradually escalated, overturning all the praises of me in the first letter, and finally I became the most hooligan, shameless, hypocritical, and most innocent in the world. A beast on earth with a happy ending.Now that it's over, I'm not depressed anymore.I don't want to easily deny the morality of others, because I know that most of the conflicts in this world stem from misunderstanding and poor self-examination.If human beings could communicate fully, accurately, and happily, then what would God do?

In communicating with readers, what I get the most is the friendship in the world.I don't like to make phone calls. Most of the calls are for practical matters, and it is generally not easy to be sincere.Many multinational companies stipulate that the phone call should not exceed 3 minutes, and things that cannot be finished in 3 minutes must be interviewed.When writing a letter, because the writer and the reader are different in time and space, they can express more sincerity.My letters come from all over the country, including Europe, America, Australia and Southeast Asia.There are elementary school students, elderly people over 80 years old, college students are the most, high school students are next, staff, workers, farmers, soldiers, and even

And prisoners in custody.There is a book called "Methods of Imagining China". Through letters from readers, I imagined the vastness, depth, variety and disasters of my motherland.A few years ago, a nurse wrote to me before committing suicide, saying that this was the last farewell to the world.I thought that since she still wrote to me, she might not have really committed suicide.So I wrote back to her, nothing more than talking about some popular principles of tenacious life and victory over despair.Sure enough, she was still alive, and said that after sending the letter, she changed her mind and wanted to see if I would reply to her letter. If there was no reply, it meant that this world was really not worth caring about.Now that she has received my letter, her mood is not so intense, so she is determined to find the light of life again.

There are also some friends who have corresponded with me for a long time, which made me feel the warmth of being brothers all over the world.There is a graduate student in Guangdong who has been discussing Jin Yong by correspondence with me for a long time. Each time he writes tens of thousands of words thickly. If our correspondence is published, it will be a ready-made book on Jin Yong.Once I went to Guangdong with Yu Jie and Mo Luo to give a speech. This friend came to meet me. I didn’t expect it to be a woman. Both sides laughed for a long time.Her name is very male, I always thought it was a male classmate, and the letter also showed machismo thoughts from the perspective of "buddies" many times.

There is a veteran from Yunnan who fought in India back then. He wrote to me many times telling me about their lives, about their love for Chairman Mao, and criticizing these ungrateful people.The letters revealed a lot of dark phenomena of corruption in various places, which enabled me to know the real situation of the motherland at any time.A letter from a prisoner described the beatings, bribery and homosexuality in prison, which I have known since I was a child.I can't help him, so I can only send him a copy of my book, encouraging him to endure for a few years, to treat the right to work as an exercise, and not to make mistakes again after he is released from prison.

There are also some "madmen" everywhere who like to criticize current affairs fiercely.A few years ago, a young man wrote a 100,000-word national policy proposal and asked me to forward it to Premier Zhu Rongji. I told him that I didn't even know where Uncle Zhu and his family lived, so I couldn't "transfer it to Zhuge".There are also some people who really have mental problems. For example, a person said that he always listened to He heard strange voices that someone was persecuting him.Another one wrote letters to many professors and scholars at the same time, making some strange requests.Some asked for money, some wanted to live at home, some asked for introductions, and some asked me to teach their children with an annual salary of 200,000 yuan.A village head recommended his son to be a writer, and repeatedly wrote to me to prove his son's ability, signed by 16 literature lovers in the village.A well-meaning person once answered some troublesome letters for me, but the answers were so serious that he almost became his spiritual mentor.

I am most grateful for the very well-intentioned criticisms of readers who pointed out typos in my books, slips of the tongue on talk shows, and warned me to hold back and protect myself in the world.A reader once scolded me for my attitude towards Jin Yong, saying that I was wronging the country and the people. I refuted him. Later, I saw a comment on the blog. The tone and wording seemed to be that guy. I once told my students that no matter how technology develops, they must keep writing letters.People who can't write letters and only surf the Internet and make phone calls are truly illiterate.I have written more than 10,000 letters in my life, and there may be fewer letters in the future, and more emails "Yimaier" and mobile phone text messages.But because of this, those letters from remote areas, crumpled envelopes and letter paper, handwriting in different shades, relayed by many postmen, full of sincere sick sentences and simple typos, are all the more precious.I think that many scholars, teachers, and writers will often receive letters from readers. We can’t reply, and we don’t need to reply to some troublesome ones.The few words we answer casually may illuminate a child's life, comfort the loneliness of an old man, or save a broken heart.We can't save the world, so let's do what we can.

In the ear, Qin Qiong sang: "I can't bear the kindness of my grandfather, I can't bear the leaders of the yamen servants, it's really hard to give up, my neighbors and my friends, I can't bear my old lady's hair..." Since the earth is a village, the readers of that day It's just neighbors in the neighborhood, noisy, whistling, crying and laughing, so happy.The Chinese people love this world the most. Although heaven is good, I can’t bear the prosperity of this world.