Chapter 76 Wanglin Stone

The young painter met the old man on the big rock on the top of the mountain.The painter is holding a painting shelf and is sketching.The old man climbed to the top of the mountain and sat down on a natural protrusion on the big rock.The old one asked the young one: "Am I hindering you?" The young one said: "You came just in time, just sit there and enjoy the scenery, I happen to lack an interesting close-up shot in this picture, I will draw you, you don't mind Right?" The old and the young fell silent afterwards, each sinking into their own inner worlds. There are green hills all around.At the bottom of the mountain is the Green Valley.In the green valley, there is a winding river with shining spots.The birds chirped, but they were not seen flying.Only this rock on the top of the mountain, except for some weeds sprouting from the cracks, is a piece of ocher between the blue sky and the green mountains.The Chongming Mountain is even more secluded. What kind of insect is hiding in the crevices of the stone and singing intermittently?Do they also have joys and sorrows?

The old man put the cane between his legs, folded his hands on the head of the cane, and looked at the trees all over the mountain far and near, with tears in his eyes.The painter outlined his silhouette in the corner of the picture, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you sad?" The old man said slowly: "It's sad, but also happy. Sad, it's because I did a lot of wrong things in this place. Happy, it's me I did one thing right in this place." The young painter asked: "Are you an old cadre?" The old man nodded: "That's right. But people here, including today's cadres, don't know me anymore. This time I came from Came from thousands of miles away." "Look at friends?" "Look at the mountains and forests around here." Both of them stopped talking.A cloud drifted softly, the mountains and forests changed from light to dark, and the silhouette of an eagle appeared in the high sky.

The old man looked back on his career on the forest stone.He had a lot of brilliance back then, but now apart from leaving traces on his resume, he has faded and even suspicious titles that he never mentions to his children and grandchildren, such as deputy head of the briefing group of the "Anti-Rightist" movement, representative of the "Four Cleanups" working group, etc. Team leader, deputy director of the county revolutionary committee, etc. Of course, there are some titles that are still in the category of honor.Is the past like smoke, or not?To him, it is like a water-curtain movie, like smoke and mist but clearly showing some clear pictures.He has done wrong things sincerely, followed them half-believingly and dubiously, and missed his mistakes against his will... But in the early 1970s, he only concentrated on doing one thing, that is, to carry out afforestation in the whole county. There was a lot of resistance, and it was even criticized as "interfering with criticizing Lin Piao and Confucius by planting trees".In the 1980s, another difficulty arose. No colleague said that he was interfering with the general direction of politics, but a large number of villagers went into the forest to steal trees just to exchange some cash.He used power to plot trees and stabilized the situation by being ahead of the upcoming land policy... It was exactly 30 years since he was transferred to this county to leaving this county. One thing he did right was to plant trees.Now he is sitting on the forest stone, feeling that the meaning of life is actually to insist on doing the right thing.The complex factors of society will make a person do many wrong things, but it is difficult to completely cut off a person's chance to do one right thing. The key lies in whether you can hold on to it on a certain day, overcome all difficulties, and persevere in doing that. one thing.

The old man's mind was only understood by the young artist after he finished the painting and showed it to him, and the two of them sat face to face and chatted.The young man said he rarely uses the concepts of right and wrong to think about things.He didn't feel that he needed to regret what he had done wrong, nor did he feel that he had to do something right to gain psychological satisfaction.Not only is it right or wrong, but he rarely enters into the dualistic thinking modes such as beauty and ugliness, good and evil, elegance and vulgarity.He said to the old man, don't think that we young people are ridiculous because of this. After we are sensible, the society has become diversified. Of course, things in the two poles are easy to distinguish between right and wrong, beauty and ugliness, good and evil, elegance and vulgarity, high and low... But between the two poles There is also a very wide middle ground, where things are complicated and even ambiguous. I wander in it, relying on my intuition and personality to extract the factors that can make me happy. Of course, I have to pay attention that I cannot make myself happy Others suffer, so abide by the public contract.The young man said to the old man, thank you for putting so much effort into creating such magnificent and beautiful mountains and valleys in this place. I love these mountains and forests, and I will personally participate in tree planting and forest protection, but this is nothing to me. It is the inevitable logic of my life to do good things when doing wrong things.The painter let the old man look at his paintings again.The old man was very unaccustomed to his impressionistic style of painting, so he couldn't see it coming. After listening to his remarks, he picked up the painting and looked at it carefully. Spin out a lot of relief.As for the young painter, he tilted his head and admired the painting himself. He only felt that the characters inside and outside the painting were god-given elves, which added a lot of interest to his already swaying life.

The wind blows over, and the mountains and forests gently undulate, immersing the emerald green waves into the hearts of two people, old and young, who met by chance.