Chapter 6 Fallacy: Interpretations of Life

Ming Pao March 15, 1999 Daffodils, cherry blossoms, and peacocks.As I often say, there are many misunderstandings: you think it is...actually. The field is full of daffodils, yellow and white.Daffodils are the first flowers of spring, and snowdrops coexist with daffodils.The cherry blossoms are full of branches, it's just a feeling, I can't see clearly, I just feel that my eyes are very blurred, slightly white, on the branches.When the weather is fine and there is sunshine, the peacocks will come out and spread their tails.The male peacock opens its tail, sizzles, and vibrates for the female peacock to watch, but one ignores it and goes to show it to the other.They ignored them, and even showed them the white pigeons and the eaves.When it rains, put away the screen, hide in the forest, and wander around.

Spring is so grand, narcissus, cherry blossoms and peacocks do not know each other, but lie in ambush one by one, blooming one by one, becoming spring. So, spring is a conspiracy. "The Arrest of Anthony Quay": Chachen was the director of the British Office in Beijing at that time.The Red Guards came to the British embassy to demonstrate every day.Chachen wrote: July 17, 1967.At about 1130, a group of demonstrators shouted "British people get out" outside our office.I asked Bichen and Ai Puyi to go to the gate to receive the letter of protest.They protested against the Hong Kong government's arrest of Xinhua News Agency reporters, and demanded an apology as usual.This time the demonstration was heated up compared to the previous ones. They threw tomatoes at Bichen and Ai Puyi, some even hit them on the head.But there was a tomato that hit their revolutionary translator on the head loud and clear.Outside the home of Reuters reporter Anthony Kui, slogans such as "Smash Wilson's dog's head" and "British imperialism get out of Hong Kong" were written all over the wall.

July 20, 1967.Chachen listened to the BBC broadcast and heard that the Hong Kong government had imprisoned two Xinhua journalists for two years.He wrote: "Hearing this news, I thought that if it was prudent, I should ask Anthony to stay with me temporarily. He moved into my house last night. July 21, 1967.He wrote: Entering Mr. Kui's office in the afternoon, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs called him and asked him to come at 6:00 pm and "talk about his work".Mr. Kui said yes.I asked Watson to go with him in Watson's car, and asked Watson to always accompany him.When they arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, two officials did not allow Watson to go up with Kui, and asked Watson to sit in the car.He was waiting outside the building.But a few minutes later someone called him to the parking lot.Half an hour later, an official came out and told him there was no need to wait, Mr. Kui had already left.

He returned to the British embassy and received a call that Anthony Quay had been arrested.To protest the imprisonment of two Xinhua News Agency journalists by the Hong Kong government. Since then, Anthony Kui has been placed under house arrest for two years. "Humanitarianism": Do you think....Actually it is……. Suddenly I felt ashamed.You think yourself, how noble.They take you for a fool to take advantage of.Hey, you are so good. You do things for free. I hire a cashier at the takeaway shop and it costs more than 200 pounds a week.You have so much time and money. My daughter has no money to pay for ballet tuition. I have to change my car. Why don’t you lend me money to change my car? My daughter cries when she can’t dance.You are too kind to learn to say no, but you come to help me find a job and find someone to marry. You have a British passport. Find someone who can clean the toilet. Can you? I love cleanliness.

The truth is, you have you and they have them.You talk about your humanitarianism, human rights, they talk about theirs, how many pounds, how many pounds, how many pennies, and when they see you, they say: In this world, the weak eat the strong, you are too weak. Christ washed the feet of his disciples without detracting from the beauty of Christ, for He is Christ.And you are just an ordinary person, you just become underground mud. It was so much like a Russian novel that Humanism had to leave in the end and go on with its well-to-do petty bourgeois life.The poor, the exploited, if they are not poor, join in the exploiting of others.If they are still poor and unlucky, saying that you are rich and you are happy and you help me is not as good as you...

Don't think that poor and unfortunate people are kind and noble, never. Humanists, who end up being very mean: what, humanitarians?Is it a new brand of clothes, the designer? "I'm still young": She was fine, so I blushed.I didn't say: There are too many people like you: no house to live in, no residence permit, no job, no money, only one person, one life, to stay in the UK.I just say: this...it's difficult...why...not necessarily....She immediately fought back: I am still young.I was embarrassed.The last time I thought: I am still young.I was eight years old that year.She is already a grown woman.

Is it because they came to England and they are all so bossy, rough, scratching and crawling, and have no dignity. Or she used to be the same, but I didn't realize it.Once upon a time she had a future: I would come to England, she said.