Chapter 45 describe

one Once, I made an appointment with a friend to take the bus to the Taroko Park Management Office at 7:00 in the morning, but the alarm clock failed, and it was already 7:00 when I woke up. I jumped up, diverted to catch a plane, and got there just in time.The management office sent someone to pick me up, but the person who came didn’t know me, so the friends who arrived first described me like this: "She is a Christian." "She writes prose." "She doesn't seem nervous, but in fact, she is nervous!" After the description was over, several friends looked at each other and laughed. With such a bunch of abstract words, how could the young man identify the person he was going to pick up in the crowd?

Afterwards, they told me about it, and I laughed too, pretending to be angry, and said: "Hmph, friends, you guys can't even tell me what I look like, it's too disgusting." After thinking about it, I felt a little melancholy—actually, I don’t blame them, they asked me to describe myself, and I also don’t know where to start. two One year, I went to Japan with my young children and my whole family. The weather was turning from midsummer to autumn. I went to the mountainside of Mount Fuji and rented a beautiful big chestnut horse to go hiking.The low branch brushes the forehead, the mountain bird goes up and down, and the newly bought "Sanxian" ancient music is turned on the "Walkman".Take a sip of the homemade wine in the mountain village, a touch of red, a touch of fragrance... The hoofbeats are sound, the journey is more perfect than expected...

However, I stopped in front of a mountain temple, where a large notice was pasted, and everyone had to read it.There was a picture of a man on the notice. The strange thing was that the notice was written in Japanese, but I could roughly understand it.Its content is that two months ago a 60-year-old man disappeared while climbing a mountain. He had a 15-centimeter-long scar on his abdomen because of surgery. If anyone finds this man, please inform police. Asking someone to identify a missing person by a scar on his abdomen presumes, of course, that he is a corpse.Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to recognize each other by name?

Standing stupidly in front of the temple, I suddenly felt great grief. This peaceful Fugan Mountain was a leisurely place for me, but it was a cruel burial place for this man!Time, fate, what do people say? And what really makes me sad is that so far in life, there are only a few simple and naked words left in the feature column: "There is a fifteen-centimeter-long scar on the abdomen"!It turns out that once a person lets go, all adjectives in the world fail suddenly, and all education, experience, titles, land, stock holdings, or feats are all irrelevant. What really belongs to this body may be just a scar or half a scar. Tooth decay.

The sun on the mountain is dull, and the black soil unique to the volcanic area is soft and soft to step on, and I realize the steepness of the mountain.Every turning point is a blessing in itself, and every turning point implies murderous intent.If I stumble, none of the adjectives on the missing persons notice will be related to the achievements I have worked hard to win in my life. I stood in front of the temple, in front of the missing person notice of a mountain victim I never knew, and wept sadly. three Isn't all "I" actually a noun?But we are complex and trivial human beings, we invented adjectives - but when we describe ourselves, we suddenly run out of words.How can a complete person be described in a few words?

For me, there is nothing unwilling to be a small person, but there is one sorrow, that is, to constantly fill out forms and keep putting myself into a strange square piece of paper.You have to take the trouble to tell people what year you were born?Where were you born?What day is your birthday? (Strange: why should I tell him my birthday? He doesn’t give me birthday presents.) Where is home?What is the degree, and what is the ID number?What is the passport number?What month and day was it issued?What is the public guarantee number?Fortunately, I had the foresight to memorize ID card numbers and passport numbers by heart from the very first day, so that when someone asked me to fill out the form, I could go by it without thinking.

However, as I filled out the form, I couldn't help but wonder where "I" was?How could I be in that little form?I filled in all irrelevant information!The sum of the data is not me! What is especially bizarre is those large forms, which actually require you to write about your strengths, your language skills, and your shortcomings... Strange, what is the use of such forms?If you send it to Liang Shiqiu, maybe he will become humble and insist on admitting that he is "proficient" in English, so what about you?If you send it to a class-A gangster, does he admit that his shortcoming is "loving to kill"?

I always feel uneasy when I fill in the information describing myself.I remember one time after filling out the "shortcomings", I simply added a paragraph carefully: "These shortcomings I filled in are actually only the shortcomings that I know, but since they are known shortcomings, they are not actually serious shortcomings. I really The shortcoming must be something I don't know or refuse to admit. So, strictly speaking, I don't have the ability to write about my shortcoming." For me, the most beautiful ideal society is probably the one where there is no need to fill in forms!In such a society, you are walking on the street alone, and a passerby comes across, and he stops you and says:

"Huh? Aren't you the third son of the Wang family? You celebrated your thirty-ninth birthday the day before yesterday, right? Of course I remember your birthday, it was the day before the Lantern Festival! How is your father? He was naughty when he was young, and he fell his leg once , and then I picked it up. Does it hurt now that it’s cloudy? Doesn’t it hurt? Ah, that’s good. Is your sister married well? Her husband didn’t like to talk since she was a child, and your sister is chattery. Okay. The piercing in her ear is okay, right? She was only a month old, and one day she kept crying. You were annoyed, so you found a needle and pierced her ear. When the adults found out, they were frightened to death. If you want to hit you, you say that because you heard that a woman can get married if she has pierced ears and hung earrings, she is crying so annoyingly, you want to marry her with pierced ears soon! How do I know these things? , why don't you know? I don't know about the family in this village?..."

In such a society, everyone knows how many crabapple plants are in the corner of another house, and everyone is familiar with the hen in the other's yard. What is the use of the pile of information in the form? In fact, it is sad for a small person to fill out a form, but I am afraid that the big person can't help but feel sad too, right?It is more than enough for a Liu Che to write ten romance novels in his life.But once a person dies, according to the posthumous posthumous law, only the word "Wu" of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty will be left. It sounds like this person can only fight.Although the posthumous characters used in different dynasties are not the same, they are all good words, like the emperor who could say "Why don't you eat minced meat?" After his death, he also got the posthumous title of "Emperor Hui".Anyway, as long as you become an emperor, you will be "sage" if you are not "benevolent", "wu" if you are not "literary", and "god" if you are not "rui"... What's the point of being an emperor doing this?In a long life, there is only one word left after death. There seems to be a row of small folders in the dark. Put Han Wudi and Liang Wudi in one folder, and make Tang Gaozong and Qing Gaozong into the same data card. .

Sad, all the "I" are originally "I", but others are eager to classify your number - even if you are an emperor, you can just put it in the folder carved with gold and jade to classify! In contrast, the embarrassing Empress Wu Zetian was much more frivolous. When she was dying, she asked people to leave a "monument without writing".In terms of her status as the queen mother at the time.Will there still be no literati in the dynasty to flatter the tomb?But she gave up.When she was young, she used a name to describe herself, that is "茵" (pronounced "Zhao"), which is the sun, the moon and the clear sky.But in old age, she no longer needs any nouns, let alone adjectives.She just needs to die simply, like a dull and shriveled summer cicada in Qiu Lai, she doesn't need a half-word to die, she wins because she doesn't care. Four And in the vast wilderness, the desert, the past and the present, and the ordinary faces of all beings, who is me, and who am I?We do care. In the legend of the Ming Dynasty, there was a Du Liniang. When she knew she was going to die soon, she struggled to get up, and painted herself in the mirror, so that she could die in peace.Death is nothing to be afraid of, as long as you can leave a true face, you can win back a little victory.At the end of the story, she came back to life and walked out of the tomb from the painting. The author seems to believe that a true self-portrait is the only way to make the dead last forever. Michelangelo is gone, but we see the sorrow of the master five hundred years ago from the mercy of the Virgin Mary.And the whole set of Confucianism, if it is not based on Zhongni's long sigh of "the dead are like a man! Never give up day and night" on Dachuan, it will appear too flat and rigid, like a moral dogma.With a soft sigh, we are amazed at the beauty of the saint.Zhong Ni, who tried to explain everything in the world clearly and logically, once faced the huge and vague "time" opponent, he would also feel at a loss as to what to do!That sigh is like a tape recorded 2,500 years ago to me, and the sound pattern is still clear, and the sound is in my ears. Art and literature, from a certain point of view, are just a person’s description of himself, and the describer is both joyful and sad. He is like a child, a little "crazy", and he hurriedly said: "You Look, look, this is me, there is only one me in the eternal universe!" However, poets are often lonely—because the world is too busy, who will stop and listen to you say "I"? There is an old town in Malacca in Malaysia. I wandered around in that city, amazed by the footsteps of the Chinese over the past five hundred years.At noon, I came to a small temple. But I don't see God. "What god is enshrined here?" "Look for yourself." The person who went to Di Wo smiled and did not answer. In the small and bright main hall, there are bright mirrors on all sides. When I look around, I only care about myself. " "There is no god in this temple - if you want to find the god, you can only find yourself." There is only one self, only one self to lean on, no lotus seat, no auspicious clouds, only a pair of shoes that have traveled all over the world, carrying a long-distance traveler, and continue to ask the earth about the path of the world. Good literature and art are just like this small temple in the ancient city, right?When the pilgrim looked around, he suddenly found himself in the mirror. He saw his green eyebrows, his eyes full of water, and the small universe that was constantly revolving like the sky—the "I". A certain person bought a large "splash-ink landscape" in a painting store, and a certain B bought a small self-sufficient "Plum and Bamboo Shuangqing". Did you buy a landscape? A said: "No, what I bought is the valley in my chest." The questioner turned to a certain B: "Have you bought a picture of plum and bamboo?"A certain B replied: "Otherwise, what I bought is the air in my chest." Those who describe their faces can describe their own eyebrows, but those who are willing to buy goods are only because they see their own faces.