Chapter 90 Preface to the West Wind

horse west wind listening to tide This new book is mostly an old one.The world is difficult, with tears in my eyes.People from allied countries are inexplicably surprised; they hate their own tile kettles and waste their noise.After two years in Haidong, he suffered a lot of evil spirits; after returning to China for four years, he added a little gray hair.On the occasion of the World Cup, independent Han Qiu was murdered.At the foot of the Forbidden City, the guest Han Suiyue died.I think that the old man was very lucky in his life, he was the last train to sit back, and the bad luck never fell, he was really eating grass and milking, planting melons and reaping beans.When I was in middle school, I went to the railway station to learn from Lei Feng, and helped passengers carry baskets and bags, but was suspected of being a robber.One day, I picked up a bag of rice and carried it to the police station with my classmates. As a result, the muddy cow was empty into the sea, and the neighbors all laughed.For the Chinese Department of Peking University with the highest test scores, there are only two places in Heilongjiang, and you must have an absolute advantage in the whole province to dare to aspire to the top.Studying for a master's degree or a Ph.D., facing deep and thin, full of scars, the road is bumpy.It was so difficult to stay in school as a teacher and pretend to be a scholar. The students saw that I behaved like a refresher teacher and dressed like a handyman.Teaching his son to recite the Analects of Confucianism in common people's clothes and vegetables is considered to be abusive to his own flesh and blood, psychologically abnormal, and he will always quarrel with each other and die.Let the students develop freely, the kite flies and the fish leaps, the fool is called irresponsible, and the teacher's morality does not exist.When the representatives of the National People's Congress couldn't hold back and raised opinions at the meeting, the carnivore shot two sharp arrows in his eyes: "I want you to be a bad representative, you really take it seriously!" Elected as the first of the top ten teachers of Peking University, Passing by a certain crowd, he immediately said as Lu Xun said: "The weather is getting colder... I wonder if you have received the iron bowl."

Woohoo, Comrade Ma Junren said: "I am more wronged than Nana Dou E!" Comrade Ke Xiang said: "I can't vomit bitterness, full of hatred." Comrade Yang Guo said: "Have I been wronged less in my life? "Fifteen years ago, I wrote a sad seven-rhythm "Crossing the Bridge": "You can travel to the heavens all day long, and suddenly you come to Naihe Bridge. There are thousands of friends in Fengdu City, and ghosts in the Garden of Eden. Pull all the pulleys." I don’t feel tired, it’s useless to look through the iron wall. I hide the ice and bury the fire to sell the magic sword, and I ride the west wind to listen to the tide.” That last sentence is quite a foolish hero’s self-righteous posture.Fifteen years have passed, and twenty-five or thirty-five years will pass soon. I know that the tide may not come, or it may have already come.Didn't the old nun tell Ah Q "already reformed"?It seems that I should also learn from Brother Ah Q, and it would be better to hurry back to Tugu Temple with a carrot.Duke Zhou is afraid of the day of gossip, which is the time when the pufferfish wants to go.

When old Cai Jingfa was on his way, all the restaurants, pubs and cafes would not sell him anything.When I arrived in Tanzhou (Changsha), I wrote a poem saying: "In the past eighty-one years, there was no home three thousand miles away, and I was alone with my own flesh and blood. I looked at Shenzhou and cried. The Golden Temple has paid homage to the Prime Minister for five times, and the Yutang has declared hemp for ten times. Remembrance It used to be prosperous, but now it’s turned into a dream." But Cai Jing is not a good person after all, and even though he ended up miserable, he is not worthy of sympathy.But Su Dongpo's "Answer to Li Duanshu" is a warning in its plainness: "Since the offending, I have been deeply isolated. I wandered in the mountains and rivers, mixed with fishermen and woodcutters. I was often pushed and scolded by drunk people, and I gradually became unknown to people when I was happy..." Although I often preach to my students Confucius's saying "Don't worry about what others don't know yourself, and what you don't know about others", seeing that people in the world are becoming more and more "unknown to each other", I can't help being dumbfounded.In recent years, due to his dabbling in the study of popular literature, he has been criticized by sages, and Niu Er in the market also denounced: Can there be a profound humanistic spirit in those who are as vulgar as Jin Yong's novels? ——Then it is well known in the world that Kong Qingdong does not possess the minimum common sense of literature and history.A student cadre at China University of Political Science and Law told me to "learn some philosophy" after he failed to invite me to give lectures.I can't help but think of Dongpo's poem "Huaixi Lake Sending Chaomei in the Same Year": "West Lake is the world's scenery, and there are no fools and sages. The depth depends on what you get, and who can know it all." Know it all."Perhaps it is precisely because of this that his mastery has been achieved.What he said casually, "distance and height are different from near and far", is such an intriguing and profound philosophy.However, if you talk to the academic peddlers of Peking University and Tsinghua Academy of Social Sciences today, you will cover your mouth and laugh and say: "Such a shallow truth, who doesn't understand it!" In their view, "the moonlight in front of the bed" is also considered poetry? Is "Long Clouds and Dark Snow Mountains in Qinghai" considered poetry?Only "The day in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke" is poetry, and only "the soap in the barber shop has nothing to do with the universe" is poetry.

So still a horse, still a west wind.The last sentence at the end reads: "The white horse beside him watched the roundness gradually go away, and couldn't help but hissed mournfully, wondering why the old master didn't turn his head." The spiritual white horse is still like this, and the human being There is probably no need to count on it.It's better to have a glass of dirty wine, and let's dance for the loyal soul.