Chapter 8 Seven Random Thoughts (1)

Seven Random Thoughts (1) Inspiration from children In the evening, after drinking three glasses of old wine, I didn't want to read or sleep, so I caught a four-year-old child Hua Zhan to ride on my lap, and had fun with him.I casually asked: "What's your favorite thing to do?" He raised his head and thought for a while, then answered bluntly: "Escape." I'm a little surprised: he doesn't understand the meaning of the word "escape from disaster", so why did he choose it?If you know it, you shouldn't like it.I tried to ask him: "Do you know what fleeing is?"

"It's Dad, Mom, Sister Bao, Ruan Ruan... Auntie, let's take a car and go to see the big ship." what!It turns out that his concept of "escape" is like this!The "fleeing" he saw was the side of "fleeing"!This is really the most lovable thing! A month ago, Shanghai was still in the era of Sun Chuanfang, and the news that the National Revolutionary Army was coming to Shanghai was getting more and more urgent. I, who never read newspapers, ordered a copy of "Current Affairs News" and read it every morning.One day, I was reading yesterday's old newspaper, and while I was waiting for today's new newspaper, suddenly gunfire rang out from the Shanghai side. Everyone was terrified, and immediately made an appointment with a neighbor, and fled with the old and the young to the nearby Jiangwan Station. She took refuge in the Women's and Children's Relief Society.In fact, if this place really enters the battle line, or if there are defeated soldiers, the Women and Children's Relief Society will not be able to provide relief.But panicked at the time, someone suggested this method, everyone assumed it was a safe zone and fled in.There is a big place inside, with gardens, rockery, small rivers, pavilions, curved fences, promenades, flowers and trees, and white pigeons. Once the children enter, they will climb and hover, and they will feel as happy as entering a new world.All of a sudden, military vehicles passed by outside the wall, and the sound of machine guns and cannons from the Shanghai side became louder, closer, and denser.After everyone sat down, listened and thought about it, just now I felt that this place was not a safe place, and I was just lying to myself at the beginning.Those who were decisive first came out and hired cars to flee to the concession.Every time a group of people came out, the people who stayed inside increased their panic.We gathered our neighbors to discuss, and decided to hire a car and flee to Hujiang University in Yangshupu.So they immediately caught the children out of the rockery and the railings, loaded them into the car, and rushed to Yangshupu.

Therefore, those who decided to flee to Hujiang University, because firstly, there were neighbors who knew the school well, and secondly, the school was run by foreigners, which was relatively safe and reliable.The sound of the guns gradually faded away, and when it could no longer be heard, our car had already arrived at Hujiang University.They arranged a room for us and arranged meals for us.In the evening, I sat on the grass embankment by the Huangpu River next to the school, looking at the clouds and water and recalling my former residence. Many children picked flowers, lay on the grass, and watched countless sailboats and ships sailing, and they were so happy. New world.

The next day, when my neighbors and I walked to the former residence to inquire about the situation, the flag of the blue sky and white day was already fluttering in the morning wind, and everyone looked happy, as if we could celebrate peace from now on.We hired cars to pick up family members who had taken refuge, reopened our windows, and resumed our lives.From then on, the word "escape from disaster" became the material of conversation among family members. This is "escape".What a frightening, tense and worrying experience it was! However, none of the characters were lost, it was just a false alarm; in retrospect, this time it seemed that the whole family suddenly went out for a two-day tour.I thought if I were a prophet and knew it was a false alarm, how interesting I would be while fleeing!It has always been a rare opportunity for the whole family to travel, and it has always been rare to take a car, tour, or visit.On that day, no matter the time, no matter the money, it is really a rare pleasure in life to hold this tour romantically, boldly and happily!Only children really feel this pleasure!After they escaped and returned, they often used cigarette sticks to make railings, small bridges, cars, ships, and sailboats; they often asked me about ships and sailboats; there were often colored chalk paintings of ships, sailboats, The murals of pavilions and stone bridges appeared.It can be seen that this "escape" has an unforgettable and happy impression in their minds.So tonight I asked Hua Zhan for no reason what he liked the most, and he immediately chose "escape from disaster".It turned out that what he saw was the side of "fleeing".

Not only this end: the foreign money we plan, care about, and fight for, in their eyes, are all silver embossed badges; Drama; all constructions, all phenomena, in their view, are embellishments and decorations of nature. well!I was inspired by this child tonight: he can undo the net of cause and effect in things in the world, and see things as they are.In my real life, I should also understand the method of withdrawing from the Internet, and temporarily see the truth of things themselves. Alas, I want to learn from him! 1926 big ledger When I was young, I once took a boat to the countryside to visit graves.When I leaned against the window of the ship and watched the endless waves at the foot of the ship, the tumbler in my hand disappeared in an instant, and it was all delivered to the unknown world.I looked at my empty hands, then at the endless waves under the window, the tumbler stumbled sadly, and then looked at the vast white water behind the boat for a while, with doubts and sorrows in my heart.I wonder what the whereabouts and results of the tumbler will be, and I feel sad about this forever unknown fate.It may flow with the waves, rest on the beach, and fall into the hands of a village boy; it may be hit by a fishing net and become a tumbler on a fishing boat since then; or it may sink to the bottom of the dark river forever. Turned into clay, the world will never see this tumbler again.I know that this tumbler must have a whereabouts now, and there must be a result in the future, but who can investigate?Who can know this unknowable fate?This kind of doubt and sadness moved vaguely in my heart.Finally, I thought: Father may know the truth, which can relieve my doubts and sorrows.Otherwise, when I grow up in the future, I will know the truth one day and be able to relieve this doubt and sorrow.

Then I really grew up.However, this kind of doubt and sorrow, not only still cannot be resolved, but has increased and deepened with age.I went for a walk in the countryside with my elementary school classmates, and I picked up a branch by chance. I used it as a walking stick for a while, and then abandoned it in the field. Goodbye to it? I don’t know what will happen to it afterwards? I will never see it again! What will happen to it will never be known!” If I was walking alone, I would linger even more reluctantly when encountering such a thing .Sometimes after walking a few steps, I turn around again, pick up the discarded things again, say goodbye solemnly, then abandon it boldly, and move forward.Afterwards, I also laughed at this idiot to myself, and clearly knew that these are trivial things that I cherish in life; however, that kind of sadness and doubts really filled my heart, and I had no choice but to do so!

In a lively place, when I am busy, my doubts and sorrows will also be suppressed at the bottom of my heart, and I can safely control and choose various things, and I will no longer be as stupid as before.Occasionally, a bit of doubt and sadness would occasionally arise during the action; however, the influence of the masses and the oppressive force of reality are very great, and I immediately suppressed it, and it only flashed in my heart.When I am in a secluded place, when I am alone, especially at night, they all come to my mind again.Under the lamp, I pushed away my arithmetic exercise pad, picked up a pen, and scribbled on a piece of waste paper the verses I had recited during the day:

"The spring silkworms are exhausted until the silkworms die, and the wax torch turns to ashes..." Before finishing writing, I took it to the lamp and burned a corner of the paper.I saw the fire spreading diligently, and my heart was busy saying goodbye to everyone.After it was completely turned into ashes, the original form of that piece of writing paper suddenly appeared clearly before my eyes; looking down at the ashes on the ground, I felt a dim sadness again: Suppose now I want to see again the piece of writing paper that clearly existed a minute ago, Whether it is entrusting the gentry, county magistrate, governor, or president, relying on the power of all emperors in the world, or resurrecting all ancient sages such as Yao and Shun, Confucius, Socrates, and Christ, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to work together to help me. up! --But I definitely don't have this extravagant hope.I just look at the pile of ashes, trying to recognize the remains of each character in the indistinguishable dust, and find out which point is the ashes of the spring character and which is the ashes of the silkworm character. ...I also imagined that it would be swept away by the servants here tomorrow morning, and I don't know what the result will be: if it is scattered into the wind, where will it fly?Whose house does the ashes of spring characters fly into, and whose house does the ashes of silkworm characters fly into? ... If it is mixed into the soil, how many plants will it nourish? ...these are the big questions of the ages that are vague and unknowable.

While eating, a grain of rice fell from the bowl onto my skirt.I looked at this grain of rice and thought about it, but thinking about it aroused a lot of doubts and sorrows: I don't know which day a farmer planted a batch of rice in a certain field, and one of the rice ears had the grain that was boiled into this rice grain.I don't know who mowed, who milled, who pounded, and who smelted this grain, and then arrived at our home. Now it has been boiled into rice grains and landed on my lapel.There can be a definite answer to this kind of question; however, no one in the world can investigate and answer it except for the grain of rice itself.

A handful of copper plates were found out of the bag, and each of them clearly had a complicated and long history.The banknotes and silver coins passed through human hands, and sometimes they were stamped; but there is no trace of the experience of the copper plates.Among them, some have been the objects of the beggars' pleas on the street, some have been paid for the blood and sweat of the laborers, some have been exchanged for a bowl of porridge to relieve the hunger of a hungry man, and some have become A grain of sugar can stop a child from crying, some of them have participated in the stolen goods of thieves, some have slept in the rich man's belly, some have lived in seclusion in the bottom of the latrine, and some have been busy with both. All of the above experiences.And some of them may not be in my bag for the first time, and I don't know.If these copper plates could speak, I must respect them as honored guests and listen to their stories of their roaming.If they can record, each copper coin must be able to write a book more bizarre than "Robinson Crusoe".But they are all like criminals who refuse to confess to death. They clearly hide the truth of the case in their hearts, but they refuse to reveal their secrets even to death.

Now I am thirty years old and have been a person for half my life.That kind of doubt and sadness in my chest is increasing day by day; but the stimulation is getting weaker and weaker, far less fresh and stronger than it was before my teenage years.This is the result of my hard work.Because I refer to the attitude of the public, it seems that they don't think about such things at all. If the food is in their stomachs and the money is in their pockets, the world will be peaceful and they will not have a dream.This is indeed very beneficial in life, so I desperately take the public as my teacher and learn their happiness.I am now thirty years old and have not yet graduated.What I have learned is that the stimulation of doubt and sadness is a little weaker, but its weight is still increasing day by day according to my experience.Whenever I resign from a hotel, no matter how bad the room is or how many bedbugs it is, I always hang around for a while before I leave, thinking "will I ever live in this room again?" And laments, "This is an eternal farewell!" Every time I get off the train, no matter how hard the journey is and how annoying the people next to me are, I always have a special feeling when I leave: "Will I be with this again?" A day when we sit together? I’m afraid it’s a farewell to him!” But these feelings appeared very short and vague, like the black shadow of a bird passing over the pool, it really only flashed in my mind for a few seconds, and then disappeared. nothing happened.After all, I have time to study.However, it all depends on the presence of the teacher—the public—in order to be possible.Once I lost my teacher and lived alone, my old ways still relapsed.Now is the right time: the spring breeze sent a white peach petal through the window, and it fell on my manuscript paper.It was clearly blown down from the white peach tree in the yard of my house, but who knows which branch and which flower it originally grew on?Countless snow-like petals on the ground in front of the window clearly have their own old branches and old calyxes. Who can investigate their origins one by one and make them return to their old calyxes?Doubt and sorrow came to assail my heart again. In short, since I was a child until now, the kind of doubts and sorrows that have been attacking my heart have never been relieved.The older I am and the more knowledgeable I am, the more powerful is its attack.The more oppressive the example of the masses, the stronger its reaction.If I describe one by one the cases of such doubts and sorrows that I have experienced in the past thirty years, the volume will surely compete with the "Siku Quanshu" and "Tripitaka".However, it is limited to my own experience in a short period of thirty years. Compared with the vastness of the universe, the vastness of the world, the variety of things, and the multitude of events, what I have experienced is really nothing more than a grain of sand in the Ganges River. . I seem to see a huge account book, which records in detail the cause and effect of all things in the universe in the past, present and future.From the fineness of atoms to the gigantic size of celestial bodies, from the actions of microbes to the catastrophe of chaos, the origin, process and results are all recorded in detail, without omissions in case.So all the doubts and sorrows I had been in were relieved.The whereabouts of the tumbler, the result of the cane, and the whereabouts of the ashes are all recorded; the origins of the rice grains and copper coins can be traced one by one; calyx, are conclusive.Even the number of sand grains in the sand pile in the yard, which I have repeatedly lamented as being unknowable, is recorded exactly, and below it is indicated which grains of sand I picked up and looked at yesterday.If you want to select the sand that I picked up and looked at yesterday from the pile of sand, it is not difficult to search according to this ledger. --Everything I have seen, heard, and done in thirty years has been recorded and verified in great detail; its position is only a corner of the page, one infinity of the whole book. I am sure that there must be this big ledger in the universe.So all my doubts and sorrows were lifted. Cut the net Uncle Bai Xiang came back from the big world.Putting two packs of Liangxiang chestnuts on the table, I lay down on the rattan chair, with joyful tiredness on my face, shook my head and said: "Shanghai Local Baixiang is really happy! Beijing opera, new opera, movie, big drum, storytelling, juggling, everything; tea, wine, vegetables, snacks, you can choose; there are also elevators, spaceships, flywheels, ice running... ...tigers, lions, peacocks, serpents... What a surprise!Alas, Bai Xiang is really happy, but he is not happy when he thinks about copper coins. It's so easy to use copper coins in Shanghai!If Prime Minister Bai doesn't want copper coins, hahahaha..." I also accompany him "hahahaha..." What my uncle said makes sense! "Bai Xiang is really happy, but he is not happy when he thinks about copper coins." I often experience this kind of situation.Whenever I take a boat, ride a car, buy things, and don't think about money, I always feel that life is very meaningful. I am very grateful to the workers of the manufacturers and the businessmen of the suppliers.But the thought of a condition of exchange for money kills more than half of the fun.The same is true for teaching: how meaningful and joyful it is to study together with a class of young people or children, and to teach a little knowledge to a group of young people or children!But when he hears the command-style bells for get out of class start and end, military-style "roll roll", and the thought of commercial-style "salaries", he loses energy and becomes disgusted with "classes".This is exactly the same as Da Niangjiu's white prime minister.So it makes sense for me to admire my uncle's words, and accompany him with a "hahahaha..." It turns out that "price" is a thing that makes people restrict and reduce the meaning of things.For example, as my uncle said: "A pot of tea in the Republic Hall costs two cents, and a look at the lion costs twenty copper coins." When the price of something is stipulated, the meaning of this thing is limited, as if eating in the Republic Hall A pot of tea is equivalent to eating two dimes, watching a lion is nothing more than watching twenty copper coins.However, in fact, the tea in the Republic Hall is more interesting to the drinker, and the lion is to the watcher.Therefore, if you look at things from the perspective of evaluating money, you will see only one thing in the world, money, and no other meaning, so the meaning of everything will be reduced. "Price" is to make things relate to money.It can be seen that all other "relationships" in the world are enough to hinder the true meaning of the existence of things themselves.Therefore, if we want to know the true meaning of the existence of things themselves, we must remove all their relations with the world. The eldest uncle must be able to often forget about copper coins and look at the world in vain, so he can be so happy and praise.However, he is only a relationship that removes the "price". If one can often forget about all the relationships in the world and live in this world, one's life will be more joyful.For the wheat waves in the world, don’t think of the raw materials for bread; for the oranges on the plate, don’t think of them as thirst-quenching fruits; for the beggars on the road, don’t think of them as poor people begging for money; the countryside.If you can have this kind of view, you can always be happy and praise in the world, just like the great uncle Bai Xiang who is big in the world. I seem to see that there is a huge and complicated net in this world.All things, large and small, are firmly entangled in this net, so when I want to grasp a certain thing, I always have to pull countless threads and bring out countless other things, so that the original thing cannot be alone and clearly understood. Appearing in front of my eyes, so I can never see the truth of the world, my uncle is in the big world.Just cut off the thread connecting it with "money", and you will be satisfied and return.So I want to find a pair of fast scissors to cut through this net as much as possible, and then come to know the truth of this world. spring What a lovely term spring is!People have praised it since ancient times, hoping that it will grow in the world.Poets, especially poets, have a deep love for spring.Try to turn over the word selection, and you can find a word for spring on almost every page.Later generations are used to this kind of talk, and naturally go along with it. Even if there is no lovely person who understands Chun, they will feel happy when they talk about Chun.This is partly implied by the sound and appearance of the word spring. "Chun!" Listen, how sonorous and sleepy this sound sounds!How neat and proper the shape of this character is, and full of symmetrical beauty!It must be cute to think of the season that such a beautiful name belongs to.It's like hearing a woman named "Lihua", and I think she must be a beauty. However, in fact, spring is not such a gratifying season.I have accumulated thirty-six years of experience, and I know that the spring before late spring is very unpleasant in life. The plum blossoms bloomed with snow, saying that the news of spring was leaked.But this is purely a spiritual spring. In fact, it is raining and snowing, and the north wind is strong. How is it different from severe winter?The so-called people who welcome the spring are just shyly hiding in the house, standing under the eaves tremblingly, looking at the plum blossoms like dead branches! Just a few months later, it will be like now: the Waking of Insects has passed, and the so-called spring will be halfway.My friends who live in the city imagined that the countryside at this moment is as beautiful as a picture, so they hurriedly wrote letters to urge me to write an essay on spring.It seemed that I made them jealous because I was snuggling with Chun.In fact, those of us who live in the countryside do not feel happy, but suffer from all kinds of discomfort: the temperature rises and falls violently between thirty-six degrees and sixty-two degrees.Within a day, it was warm and cold.When you warm up, you can think of ice cream in the city, and when you get cold, you can almost see natural ice, and you have tasted the so-called "precipitated" taste.The weather is sunny and rainy, and when I go out occasionally, my dry shoes often come back with mud and water. "How many times a spring can be sunny" is true; "The small building listens to the spring rain all night" is actually not very pleasant, it is very monotonous, and it is far less colorful than the radio in your city.It's halfway to spring, but it doesn't give us any comfort. It only teaches us to worry about the cold, warmth, wind, and rain every day.It is exactly "three parts of spring, two parts of sorrow, and one part of wind and rain!" The scene of spring, only suddenly cold, suddenly warm, suddenly sunny, suddenly rainy is realistic and clear.In addition, although there are beautiful views of spring, they are all vaguely blurred. Only by searching carefully can you vaguely see them. Is this the so-called "seeking spring"?Some say "spring is in the sound of selling flowers", some say "spring is in pear blossoms", and some say "red apricot branches are full of spring", but this kind of scene is not easy to see in our lonely village.Even if you see it, it is not easy to recognize with the naked eye.In short, the beauty brought by spring is less and hidden; the unhappiness brought by spring is more but true.Poets and poets seem to admit this too. Isn't spring cold, spring sleepiness, spring sorrow, and spring resentment common in poetry?Not only is it like this now, even if it is a month or so later, when the Qingming Festival comes, it may not necessarily be a beautiful and blissful spring.If it rains again, the passers-by on the road will lose their souls. It can be seen that Chuntu is a beautiful name, but in real life it is very unpleasant.Actually, the happiest season of the year begins in late spring.As far as the climate is concerned, although it generally changes from cold to warm before late spring, there are many changes, and it is always the most difficult time to stop.In the late spring, the influence of winter has completely disappeared, and the weather is getting warmer all the way.The mercury on the cold and heat scale climbs to the temperature, which is the season when the climate is the most temperate.As far as the scenery is concerned, there is no need to look for the spring scenery, there are vast green fields and green mountains, which are soothing to the mind.The ancients said: "Du Yu said that spring is gone, and countless tree heads are green." It turns out that the mountain will not be fully green until spring, which is eye-catching.I think green grass and white snow are the greatest phenomena in natural scenery.When the Creator described the big picture of "nature", he only dipped some rouge and hatred in the spring red and autumn beauty, which is an understatement.When it came to describing the white snow and green grass, he did not spare any paint, dipped in lead powder, gamboge and anthocyanin with a brush, and smeared it in large pieces, making the houses white and the mountains and mountains green.This seems to be the stippling method of Mi Pai landscape, and it seems to be the "block of color" of Cezanne's landscape painting. What a bold style of painting!And the grass is green and the sky is everywhere, especially the peaceful, amiable and selfless spring.Flowers and trees are sometimes closed in private gardens, before they are lynched by gardeners and flattered by gentlemen and ladies.Grass grows by itself everywhere, regardless of high or low.People think that flowers are the work of spring, but in fact the work of spring is not in the flower branches, but in the grass.How many people can see the flowers?Grass grows widely on the surface of the earth and is generally appreciated by the public.This kind of beauty is not seen in early spring.At that time, the withered grass was everywhere in the mountains and fields, and the eyes were full of haggardness, which was unpleasant to look at.Only in the late spring, when the withered grass is gone, can the real green mountains and green fields appear, and the world will be completely new.There is no better year than this time.Nature's grace to people is also the deepest at this time. Westerners who pay attention to practicality have always attached importance to this season, which is called May (May). May is the happiest time of the year, and there are various entertainments in the world, namely the so-called May-queen (May beauty), May-pole (May colorful column), May ① painter. warmth. May-games (May entertainment) and so on. The word May originally meant "youth" and "prime".It can be seen that Westerners regard May of the year as the youth in life, the happiest, happiest and most exciting period.This is indeed true. But the views of the Orientals are different from theirs: the Orientals call this period late spring, which is the time to stay in spring, to send spring away, to cherish spring, to mourn spring, and to sigh, lament, and shed tears, but it is not happy at all.The joy of the Oriental people is in the new spring when "the green willows are only yellow and half uneven", that is, the time when it is suddenly sunny, suddenly rainy, warm, and cold, and it is the most difficult time to rest.Although it is not comfortable in real life at this time, it is the happiest spiritually to silently observe the sprouting of flowers and willows and quietly watch the rejuvenation of the world.Therefore, "May" in the West is equivalent to "Spring" in the East.These two words sound very nice when read, and both look beautiful. But May is material and practical, while spring is spiritual and artistic.The distinction between Eastern and Western cultures can also be glimpsed here. eat melon seeds I once heard people say that everyone in China has three qualifications for doctoral degrees: doctorate with chopsticks, doctorate with coal blowing paper, and doctorate with melon seeds. Holding chopsticks, blowing coal paper, and eating melon seeds are indeed unique skills of the Chinese. Its proficiency and deep learning, thought of can surprise people.Those who are proficient in chopsticks here have a pair of chopsticks, which can be used for all kinds of utensils, such as knives, saws, forks, and ladles.The two moso bamboos seem to be a part of the body, an extension of the fingers, or a pair of tentacles for feeding.When used, it is like a juggler's acting skills. Practice makes perfect, and it is extremely clever.Needless to say Western, even if we read it ourselves, we can still be amazed.As for those who are proficient in blowing coal and paper, the most recommended are a few old gentlemen and old ladies who hold hookahs all day long.Their "to have fire" is easier than God's. Just blow lightly on the coal paper, and the fire will come.They don't need to pay several yuan or even tens of yuan to buy a lighter. As long as they have a piece of paper, they can temporarily roll up the coal paper on their knees, insert it into the small hole of the copper stove cover, pull it out and blow it, and the fire will start. Then came.When I was a child, I saw that the accountant in our dyeing shop had all kinds of special skills in blowing coal paper.I put the coal paper up next to his forehead, and he will stick out his lower lip to make the wind blow up; I put the coal paper on his chest, and he will stick out his upper lip to make the wind blow down ;I put the coal paper next to his ear, and he will turn his mouth to make the wind blow left and right; I hold his mouth with my hand, and he will blow through his nostrils. on fire.You can get a glimpse of the Chinese people's deep knowledge of coal blowing paper technology.It is a pity that since cigarettes and matches were imported into China and became popular, the "national tobacco" such as water pipes has been left out in the cold, and the "national technology" of blowing coal paper is also very underdeveloped.Some children who grew up in the city can't even blow, or have never even seen such a thing as coal paper.From the perspective of those who strive to preserve the quintessence of China, this is also a worrying phenomenon.Recently, many people in China are working hard to preserve the quintessence of Chinese culture.Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine, Chinese martial arts, and Chinese music are all advocated there. Perhaps the quintessence of Chinese culture such as hookah and coal paper will be advocated and revived in the future. But I think the most advanced and developed of these three technologies is eating melon seeds.The recent best-selling of Guazi Dawang is the evidence of its boss.According to people who are concerned about this matter, there are many brands of melon seeds in paper bags, such as Guazi Dawang, which are popular in the market recently. At first, it was "created by a scientific method" by a large pharmacy. Later, what delicious company, top delicious company... and other products have been produced one after another.Up to now, there are melon seeds in paper bags displayed and dumped at almost any candy stall in the backcountry.It is conceivable that modern Chinese are proficient in eating melon seeds.I have always been very clumsy about this, and it would hurt the dignity of the Chinese people to speak out, but I might as well talk about it with my family.I have never automatically sought or bought melon seeds to eat.But when you are a guest at someone's house and are persuaded by others; or at a banquet or in a tea house in Hangzhou, when you see a melon seed basin ready-made on the table, you will pick it up and bite it.I have to pay attention to the choice, choose the larger, thicker, and flat melon seeds, put them in my mouth, bite them with my molars, spit them out, and peel them with my fingers.Fortunately, the bite was just right, and the two shells of the melon seeds expanded to both sides and burst, and the melon kernels were not crushed, so it was easier to peel.If the force is ineffective, the two melon seed shells and melon kernels will be folded together and broken, and I will be worried when I spit it out.The melon seeds have been cut in half, and the two halves of the melon kernels are tightly packed in the two halves of the melon seed shells, like a Japanese version of a foreign book, wrapped in a very tight thick paper letter, it is not easy to take it out. it comes out.This method of taking out the foreign-bound book has been learned from the Japanese now. Don’t put your fingers into the thick paper letter to squeeze it hard, just keep the mouth of the letter downward, hold the letter with both hands, and shake it up and down several times. It will come out of its shell.However, the shape of the half melon seeds is too small to apply this method, so I have to peel them off carefully with my fingers.Sometimes due to practicing playing the piano, the fingers and claws of both hands are cut flat, and the monk's head-like fingers can hardly do anything to it.I had no choice but to throw it away while no one was around.When the pain was difficult, I planned to stop eating sunflower seeds.But after throwing it away, I feel that there is a non-sweet and non-salty fragrance in my mouth, which will tempt me to eat again.I stretched out my hand involuntarily, picked another one, and sent it to the molars to bite.Unfortunately, the melon seeds were too dry, and I used too much force. With a "click", the jade and stone were bitten into countless pieces, which made things even worse.I had no choice but to spit out all the pieces stuck with saliva in the palm of my hand, carefully selected, picked off the pieces of shell, and then licked the pieces of melon kernel with the tip of my tongue.However, it is not easy to choose, because one side of the shell fragments is also white, which is no different from melon kernels. I mistakenly think that they are all melon kernels and chew them in my mouth. Although the taste is not chewing wax, it is like chewing sand.Fragments of the shell are tightly embedded in the gaps between the teeth, and they cannot be removed without a toothpick.When I encountered such a nail, I made up my mind to give up melon seeds from now on.The method of quitting is generally to drink a sip of tea, rinse your mouth, light a cigarette, or push the melon seed basin away, and sit in a different direction to show that you will no longer have anything to do with it.However, after a few minutes, I talked a few words with others, and before I knew it, I would follow others and reach out to touch the melon seeds in the basin to bite.By the time I realize that I have relapsed, I have already bitten several grains.In this way, you must quit after eating, and you must quit after eating; quit after eating, and eat again after quitting, I suffered so much for it.This makes me think of melon seeds and feel scared now. But I see that many people are proficient in this skill.I think that among the three kinds of doctoral talents of the Chinese, the ability to bite melon seeds is the most admirable.It is common for idle young masters to hold a cigarette between one finger and a handful of melon seeds in the other hand, sucking and biting, biting and eating, eating and talking, talking and laughing.Calm and free, it's really "hands-on freehand!" They don't have to pick the seeds, and they don't have to peel them with their fingers.Stuff a melon seed into the mouth, just bite it "grip" and spit it out "bah", all the shells have already been spit out, and the meat of the melon seed is already chewed there.That mouth is really like a delicate and sensitive machine, it keeps stuffing melon seeds in, and it keeps "checking", "peh", "peh", "peh",... It's effortless and can never stop.The attitude of women and ladies biting melon seeds is especially wonderful: they pick the round end of the melon seeds with orchid-like fingers, put the melon seeds vertically between the front teeth, and use the front teeth to bite the tip of the melon seeds. "of, of" With two sounds, the pointed ends of the two shells split to the left and right.Then the hand nimbly turned the direction, and at the same time, the head also helped Wei Wei's side, so that the melon seeds were placed horizontally on the front teeth, and the two shells were pushed apart with the upper and lower front teeth, and the tip of the melon seeds was bitten and twitched. It comes out to eat.This way of eating not only makes the sound of "de, de" clear and audible, but also the posture of turning the hands and head to one side is very graceful and charming, and even the thrown away melon seed shells are also beautiful, like blossoming orchids.From this point of view, biting melon seeds is the specialty of Chinese young masters, especially Chinese ladies and wives. At banquets and teahouses, I have seen countless masters biting melon seeds.The King of Melon Seeds has been selling well recently, and children in our country have also learned the unique skill of biting melon seeds.My skills are far inferior to those of children in China, and I can only prevail in front of foreigners. I remember that I shared a cabin with a Japanese on a ship going to Yokohama.I checked the suitcase by chance and found a can of melon seeds given by relatives and friends.The journey was lonely, so I opened it to eat with the Japanese.This is something he has never eaten in his life, and he finds it very rare.At this time, I honestly pretended to be an expert, taught him how to eat, and showed him how to eat.Thanks to the motherland, this demonstration has not failed.But looking at the practice of the Japanese, it is really pitiful!He stuffed the melon seeds into his mouth in the same way, and bit them hard, but he couldn't do it properly, the saliva soaked the shell of the melon seeds, and when he peeled them in his hands, they slid back and forth, unable to start, and finally Slipped to the ground and was nowhere to be found.He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and chose another one to bite.This time he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the crushed melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, bowed his head, and peeled them carefully, as if repairing a clock.After about a minute or two, I managed to peel off some pieces of melon kernels, and solemnly stuffed them into my mouth to eat.I asked him how it was, he nodded and said umai, umai! (Delicious, delicious!) I couldn't help laughing.I saw some pieces of melon kernels put into his wide mouth, like a drop in the ocean, thanks to him for distinguishing the taste of umai.But my laughter is not only because of this funny point, but because of my pride and boastfulness.I think, after all, this is a technology unique to the Chinese. People like me, who are the worst at this method, can win in front of foreigners, not to mention the countless young masters and ladies who are proficient in this method in China? The person who invented eating melon seeds is really a remarkable genius!This is one of the most effective "leisure" methods.To "kill the years", there is no better way than eating melon seeds other than smoking opium.The reason why it is the most effective is that it has three conditions: 1. Not tired of eating; 2. Not enough to eat; 3. Shelling. There is a saying to describe melon seeds that you can't get tired of eating, which is called "don't finish and don't rest".Because it has a non-sweet and non-salty fragrance, it can make people want to eat more and more.想再吃一粒不吃了，但是嚼完吞下之后，口中余香不绝，不由你不再伸手向盆中或纸包里去摸。我们吃东西，凡一味甜的，或一味咸的，往往易于吃厌。只有非甜非咸的，可以久吃不厌。瓜子的百吃不厌，便是为此。有一位老于应酬的朋友告诉我一段吃瓜子的趣话：说他已养成了见瓜子就吃的习惯。有一次同了朋友到戏馆里看戏，坐定之后，看见茶壶的旁边放着一包打开的瓜子，便随手向包里掏取几粒，一面咬着，一面看戏。咬完了再取，取了再咬。如是数次，发见邻席的不相识的观剧者也来掏取，方才想起了这包瓜子的所有权。低声问他的朋友： "这包瓜子是你买来的么？"那朋友说"不"，他才知道刚才是擅吃了人家的东西，便向邻座的人道歉。邻座的人很漂亮，付之一笑，索性正式地把瓜子请客了。由此可知瓜子这样东西，对中国人有非常的吸引力，不管三七二十一，见了瓜子就吃。 俗语形容瓜子吃不饱，叫做"吃三日三夜，长个屎尖头。" 因为这东西分量微小，无论如何也吃不饱，连吃三日三夜，也不过多排泄一粒屎尖头。为消闲计，这是很重要的一个条件。 倘分量大了，一吃就饱，时间就无法消磨。这与赈饥的粮食目的完全相反。赈饥的粮食求其吃得饱，消闲的粮食求其吃不饱。最好只尝滋味而不吞物质。最好越吃越饿，象罗马亡国之前所流行的"吐剂"一样，则开筵大嚼，醉饱之后，咬一下瓜子可以再来开筵大嚼，一直把时间消磨下去。 要剥壳也是消闲食品的一个必要条件。倘没有壳，吃起来太便当，容易饱，时间就不能多多消磨了。一定要剥，而且剥的技术要有声有色，使它不象一种苦工，而象一种游戏，方才适合于有闲阶级的生活，可让他们愉快地把时间消磨下去。 具足以上三个利于消磨时间的条件的，在世间一切食物之中，想来想去，只有瓜子。所以我说发明吃瓜子的人是了不起的天才。而能尽量地享用瓜子的中国人，在消闲一道上，真是了不起的积极的实行家！试看糖食店、南货店里的瓜子的畅销，试看茶楼、酒店、家庭中满地的瓜子壳，便可想见中国人在"格，呸"、"的，的"的声音中消磨去的时间，每年统计起来为数一定可惊。将来此道发展起来，恐怕是全中国也可消灭在"格，呸"、"的，的"的声音中呢。 我本来见瓜子害怕，写到这里，觉得更加害怕了。