Chapter 14 New Era

Today, in the East, there are two contending minds: the old and the new.The old thinking, will be overcome because it is exhausted and the will is broken. In the East there is an awakening that disturbs the slumber.Awakening is the conqueror, for the sun is its commander, and the dawn its army. In the fields of the east, yesterday the east was a vast weakling, and today it is a young man standing in the field, calling to the inhabitants of the tomb to rise up and advance with the sun and the moon.When spring sings her song, winter's dead will rise, and take off its shroud, and walk. In the eastern sky, there are life-like shocks, which generate, expand, capture and embrace the alert and sensitive hearts.These shocks also wriggle around those haughty and sensitive hearts to win them over.

There are two masters in the Orient today: one master commands, forbids, is obeyed, but he is a dying old man; And silent, but he is a giant with strong arms, he knows his will, firmly believes in his existence, and believes in his role. Today in the East there are two people: the man of yesterday and the man of tomorrow.East, which of them are you? Why don't you come to me and let me take a good look at your face, examine your appearance, and see if you belong to those who are going to the light or to those who are going to the dark. Come on, tell me, what are you?who are you? Is a politician there whispering "I want to benefit from my country"?Or a passionate person whispering in his heart "I long to benefit my country"?

If you're number one, you're a parasite; if you're number two, you're an oasis in the desert. A merchant who, using the needs of men as a means of gaining profit and self-aggrandizement, monopolizes necessities of every kind in order to sell for a dollar what is bought for a penny?Also an industrious man who facilitates the exchange between the weaver and the tiller, making himself a link between the desirer and the desired, thus benefiting the desired and the desired, and receiving from them Where is the benefit obtained legitimately? If you are number one, you are a criminal in a palace or prison; if you are number two, you are a good man whom people thank or disapprove of.

A religious chief who weaves his holy robe out of people's childishness, casts his crown of laurels out of people's simplicity of heart, claims to hate the devil, and lives off the devil's wealth?Or a devout believer, who regards individual virtue as the foundation of national progress, and the exhaustion of the secrets of one's soul as a ladder to the universal spirit? If you are number one, you are an apostate who fasts during the day and prays at night.Hypocrites; if you are the second, you are a tuberose in the garden of truth, whose fragrance floats in people's nostrils, or rises freely to the space where the scent of flowers is preserved.

A journalist who sells his ideas and principles in the slaver's market, grows on the news of disasters and misfortunes created by society, and falls like a hungry gangster on rotting corpses?Or is it a teacher standing on a civilized platform, drawing lessons from the achievements of the sun and the moon, and passing on the enlightenment he got from it to people? If you are the first, then you are a piece of acne; if you are the second, then you are a good medicine for curing diseases and pain relief. A ruler who grovels before those who appoint him and swaggers before those whom he rules.Raise your arms and hands just to reach into their pockets, lift your feet and take a step, just to realize your desire for them?Or a loyal servant who manages the people's affairs, sleeps and eats for their interests, and works tirelessly to realize their wishes?

If you are the first, then you are the poisonous weeds in the national threshing field; if you are the second, then you are the happiness and auspiciousness in the national granary. A husband who thinks that those things which are forbidden to his wife are just and reasonable to himself, and goes out to have fun, with the key of his wife's cell at his side; Wife sitting alone in front of an empty plate?As a partner, every time you do something, you always have to join hands with your female partner, and you always listen to your female partner’s thoughts and opinions on the matter. Every time you achieve success, you always let her add to your happiness and glory ?

If you were number one, you were a living member of an extinct tribe that lived in caves and wore animal skins; if you were number two, you were the vanguard of a nation marching with the dawn to justice and wise day. Is a research writer who looks up at what is above our heads, but what is in our minds crawls in the abyss of the past; where generations have cast off their rags, Throwing away things that are no longer good for them?Or is it a kind of pure thought, exploring the edge of its own ocean, in order to know its benefits and its harms, and thus devote all its energy to building the beneficial and destroying the harmful?

If you are number one, you are imbecile, crippled, dull, superficial; if you are number two, you are bread for the hungry and water for the thirsty. A poet who played dombra before the princes, sprinkled flowers before the newlyweds, walked behind the silent corpse, and carried a sponge heavy with lukewarm water in his hand, when he came to the graveyard, Squeeze the sponge with your tongue and lips?Or a genius, into whose hands God placed the harp, to play the noble tunes that captivate our hearts, and cause us to stop and stand majestically before life, with all its beauty and awesomeness?

If you are the first, you are one of those wizards who can only stir in us the opposite of what they want, if they cry we laugh, if they rejoice we mourn; if you are the first You two, then you are a wise person with piercing eyes who can see what we don't see, the sweet hope in our hearts, and the god when we are lost. In the East, I say, there are two processions: one is made up of stooped old men, who walk on crutches, panting and weary, though they go from high to low; the other is made up of young men They were composed of people, they ran as if they had wings on their feet, they cheered as if they had strings in their throats, they overcame obstacles, as if there was a force in front of the mountains that attracted them, a kind of enchanting magic.

Orientals, what category do you belong to?In which ranks are you marching? If you don't ask yourself, ask your heart in the silence of the night—it has already woken up from its deep intoxication.Ask it, are you among yesterday's slaves or tomorrow's free? I say to you: the children of yesterday walk in the funeral procession of the age that created them and they created it.I say: They pull tight on the rope that time has made its ass worse, and when the rope breaks—and it will soon—those who cling to it sink into the abyss of oblivion .I say: they live in houses whose plinths are on the verge of falling down, and when the wind comes—and it will come—these houses will fall on their heads, and these houses are to them graves.I say: all their thoughts, all their words, all their controversies, all their writings, all their collections of poetry, all their exploits, are but heavy chains that tug at them, and they can no longer pull these chains, Because they are weak.

As for the sons and daughters of tomorrow, they are the ones that life calls for. They follow it with firm steps and heads held high.They are the dawn of a new age, whose light cannot be extinguished by smoke, whose voice cannot be muffled by the clash of chains, whose fragrance cannot be extinguished by the stench of the hollow.They are the few of the many factions, but there is something in the boughs that the rotten forest does not have, and in the grain of wheat that there is not in the haystack.They are an unknown group, but they know each other, like towering mountains, they can look at each other and hear each other's calls.But those caves are the blind who cannot see and the deaf who cannot hear.Tomorrow's children are the seeds that God sows in the fertile soil, which breaks through the shell with inner strength, and swaying tender branches in the sun, it will grow into a giant tree, whose roots are deep in his heart, whose roots are deep in his heart. The technician reaches for the sky.