Chapter 33 no coincidence

Translate an article first: Throughout the year we lived in London, the postmen from the Royal Post Office used to push our mail through the slot in the main door.Usually every morning between 7:30 and 8:00, the narrow-hole spring snapped, and the letters fell to the ground. Those sounds became our alarm clock, reminding me to get up, and then I went down to the British friend to sublet it to us. The long aisle of this apartment, boil a pot of water to make coffee, and then go to pack the letters that have been scattered all over the floor.When the water was not boiling, I always looked through the Times, which was delivered to my door every day by the newspaper dealer of Clemmer College, while waiting.Then, I took the coffee on the tray, the Times, and the letters from my wife to her bedside table, and then I went to the living room to drink coffee and read the letters. The south window of the living room is tall and long, and you can see From Chelsea and the Royal Hospital, you can see the Thames and Betsy at a glance, and in the distance, you can see the hilly slopes of Kent.

Not a coincidence.Almost all the gates of British apartment houses have Thessin's narrow hole, and the iron cover of the narrow hole is spring-loaded.I lived in London for six years, "every morning between 7:30 and 8 o'clock", I was always woken up by the "snap".Then the sound of letters falling on the floor; then getting up; then "The Long Aisle", then coffee, then the letter inspection, then The Times; then the long brown chair under Nangong in the living room, and then the large Small trees, and then the "hilly slopes" in the distance. Life in London is like this, it is not a coincidence at all, look at the big trees and small trees, look at the hills and slopes, it is just that.Reading a book is the same as looking at a village or a mountain: the tree and the mountain are likely to be found in the book; the book may also be found on the tree and the mountain.Anyway, every word of every plant, tree, and book reflects and reflects like this, there is no need to be surprised, there is no need to be surprised, let alone a coincidence.Besides, the books, trees, and mountains you see today may not be considered books, trees, or mountains; until a long time later, one day, the books, trees, and mountains you see are not the books, trees, and mountains in front of you. It was the books, trees, and mountains I saw that day long, long ago.Although the era of the seventeenth-century British statesman Edward Hyde Clarcndon, writer John Dryden, and scientist Isaac Newton had outstanding achievements in politics, literature, and science, they did not Only after reading the works of the English religionists Taylor (Jercmp Tnylor) and Baxter (Richard Baxter) in that era, can we see more clearly what kind of era the era of Clarendon, Treighton and Newton was; Theological concepts have actually permeated the entire intellectual world of the seventeenth century.In other words, the book of Clareton and Treighton and Newton that I read earlier was not the book of Clareton and Treighton and Newton; From those writings I saw Clarendon and Treighton and Newton.There is no need to be surprised, no surprise, let alone a coincidence.When I looked, I didn't see Cao Xueqin.I didn't see Cao Xueqin until I read Duncheng's "Sisongtang Collection", Guo Min's "Maozhai Poetry Copy", Mingyi's "Green Smoke Window Collection" and Zhou Chun's "Reading Essays on a Dream of Red Mansions".

When I lived in the building in the southeastern suburbs of London, I saw the big trees and small trees and the hills and hills in the distance outside the window every day, but I didn’t see anything; until I read the article in Hong Kong. Chelsea and the Royal Hospital, the Thames and Betsy, the hills and hills of Kent, and then I saw the big trees and small trees and the hills and hills outside the window of the old residence in London.It's always like this.I have been walking in the streets and alleys of London for six years, and all I see are the streets and alleys in Dickens’s novels; now I am in Hong Kong, and I occasionally look through Dickens’ novels, and the streets and alleys in London in the novels are all walked by myself Six years on the streets of London.The streets and alleys in the novel are mine, not Dickens's.

Of course, the "snap" of the narrow-hole spring of the door in the article woke people up, and reading it now reminds me of my experience of being woken up by that "snap" for six full years.At this time, the experience of the author of the article is intertwined with his own experience and cannot be distinguished from each other.However, even this is not a "coincidence".A "coincidence" can only be called a "coincidence" when it comes out of nowhere and is so coincidental that it cannot be traced back to the source and explained.But experience can be interpreted, the dragon can be detected, and the pulse can be seen.Therefore, it is not a coincidence that the same experiences are intertwined together.This happens for a reason; it's not just a "snap" out of thin air.The ideas of each age are derived from the ideas of previous ages.Western novels today can be traced back to the French legends of the seventeenth century; to the Spanish legends of the sixteenth and fifteenth centuries; to the Italian stories of the fourteenth century; Greek and Latin Tales of the First Century.The "snap" more than 1,900 years ago will still resonate more than 1,900 years later.Things are always like this: there are no Han Chinese novels, no books on ghosts and minds in the Six Dynasties, no Tang Dynasty legends and miscellaneous books, no Song Dynasty scripts, no "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin", no novels about gods and demons, and no novels about human relationships in Ming and Qing Dynasties , Chinese novels today are not such novels.

Everything, every person, every idea is entangled, it's not a coincidence, it's always like this, reflection and reflection: novelists try to make it look more like science; Some people go out of their way to make science appear to be the work of the imagination.Therefore, novelists should "sterilize" the text into "a windowpane", and write what they see; it is like a scientist's experiment report.Scientists should interpret all laws as creative inspiration, and even the "Uncertainty" in physics is said to be the same as "the impermanence of the world".No surprise, no surprise, let alone a coincidence.It's always like this.

July 11th, 1980