From the outside, my life was unremarkable, extremely ordinary, and extremely uninteresting.I was born a boy--which is the important thing--in 1895.After graduating from elementary school, I transferred to middle school. After finishing middle school, I re-entered Shanghai St. John's University. After graduation, I went to Beijing to work as an English teacher at Tsinghua University.After I got married, I went to Harvard University to study for a year (1919-1920) after returning to the United States, and then went to Germany to study at the Universities of Innay and Leipzig.After returning to China, he served as a professor at National Peking University for a period of three years (1923-1926).Tired of being a coach, I went to Wuhan to serve in the national government, which was moved by Chen Youren.When I was tired of being an official, and seeing through revolutionary comedies, I “graduated” again and became a writer—this was partly a matter of personal preference and partly due to personal needs.Since then, I have devoted myself entirely to my writing career.There is nothing more tedious in the world than this business.In my writing life, I won't be expelled from school, and I won't have disputes with the police, but I just fell in love once.

Of all the influences that have made me who I am today, those I experienced as a child and in my family are the greatest.My views on life, literature, and the common people were most deeply affected during this period.All in all, apart from a healthy body and sensitive senses, what a person needs when starting out in life is a happy childhood—full of family love and a beautiful natural environment.Growing up under these conditions, no one will go wrong.When I was a child, I lived close to nature - there were mountains, water, and farm life.Because I'm a farmer's son, and I pride myself on it.This close contact with nature makes my thoughts and hobbies very simple.This, I regard as extremely important, allows me to establish a detached point of view in the world, so as not to become a political, literary, academic, and other kinds of liars.Throughout my life, until today, all kinds of images of the green hills I used to see and the riverside where I used to pick up stones when I was a child are still attached to my mind.They make me laugh at the swindlers of civilized life, literary life, and academic life.This experience of being close to nature in my childhood is enough to be the most powerful backing for my knowledge and morals throughout my life; when compared with the hypocrisy and snobbery of human feelings in society, it is enough to make me despise it.If I have some sound concepts and simple thoughts, it is entirely due to the beautiful mountains of Banzai in southern Fujian, because I believe that I still view life with the eyes of a simple farmer.Those green hills, if nothing else, at least kept me out of politics, and that was no small feat.When I lived on the top of Lushan Mountain last summer, I saw in my fantasy two small animals down the mountain, as big as ants and bedbugs, hating each other, falling for each other, and each plotting poisonous schemes to compete for the opportunity to "serve the country". Overjoyed.If I can love truth and beauty, it is because I love those green hills.If I can smile at the helplessness, dependence, and dishonesty of the ordinary gentry class in society, it is because of those green hills.If I can snicker at the folly of high office and the clumsiness of academic discussion, it's because of those green hills.If I feel that I can believe in the beauty and simplicity of rural life with my ancestors, and if I have an instinctive response from reading Chinese poetry, and if I hate all forms of liars, and believe in simple life and noble Thoughts are always because of those green hills.

A small child needs family love, and I have plenty of it.I was a very naughty child; maybe it is for this reason that my parents love me very much.I know a father's love, a mother's love, a brother's love and a sister's love.There is a small incident in my life, the impression of which is always engraved in my memory, that is, my late second sister's leaving the court.She is five years older than me, so when I was thirteen and studying in middle school, she was about eighteen years old, as beautiful as a peach, and as happy as a bird.She and I often worked together to weave stories—in fact, we collaborated on a novel—and we made them up and told them to my mother.This novel tells the story of a pair of lovers in a foreign country who were murdered by the enemy and hunted down by detectives in Paris, France. ——This is the information she got from reading Dumas fils's masterpiece translated by Lin Shu.At that time she was about to marry a country gentleman, which was against her private wish, because she really wanted to go to college, and my father thought that he had too many sons, so his wish could not be fulfilled.The brother-in-law's home is in a village on the bank of Xixi River, just on the way for me to go to school in Xiamen.Every time I go from my village to Xiamen to go to school, I have to sail on the river for three days. The scenery along the way is picturesque and full of poetry.Now with steamboats, it only takes three hours.But I have never regretted the multi-day journey, because the voyage on the Xixi civilian ship once a year or half a year is still my most spiritual possession today.At that time our family went to the groom's village, from which I went to the school.We are a poor family. The second sister gave me 40 cents on the day I got married, and said to me with a teary smile, "We are poor, and my sister can't give you more. Go and study hard, because you have to Fame. I'm a daughter and I can't go to college. Come see me here when you come home from school." Sadly she died about ten months after her marriage.

Those were the tears I shed in my childhood.Those moments of bliss and sorrow, or just a moment of joy in admiring the beauty of a beautiful day, are forever engraved in my memory.I thought my mind was inclined toward philosophy, that is, since I was a child.Before I was ten years old, I had debated everything about God and eternal life.When I pray, I often imagine that God will be as close to the hair on the top of my head as he is in the sky, because God is said to be everywhere.Of course, feeling that God was up there gave me an indescribable emotion.I would test God very early on, because I didn't have much money in my pocket. I only had one copper dollar a week to buy one sesame cake, and I had four copper coins left to buy four pieces of candy.But I was born as an Epicurean believer (hedonist), and eating delicious food can give me supreme happiness—but at that time the so-called best tasting food was only sold in restaurants It's just a bowl of plain noodles, and I'm eager for a silver dime.I walked along the seaside of Gulangyu Island and prayed silently to God, praying for what I asked for, and I picked up a dime on the way.When I pray, I close my eyes and then open them.Over and over again, I was disappointed.When I was very young, I also asked myself why I prayed to God before eating.My conclusion: I should thank God for not directly giving me food, because I know that my present bowl of rice is not from God, but from the sweat of the farmer's brow; but I I would use the example of the people thanking the emperor for their grace in a peaceful and prosperous age (it was still in the Qing Dynasty), so my religious problem was solved.According to the result of my rational thinking: the emperor never gave me that bowl of rice directly, but because he ruled the whole country, the world was peaceful, so the people were well-off and the people were well-off.From this point of view, I should thank God for my food.

In my childhood, I often had a feeling of lingering nostalgia for the passing time, which often made me consciously and intentionally miss some special and sweet times.To this day, those sweet times are still vivid in my mind, vaguely as before.I remember, one night, I was on a Xixi boat from Banzai (Baoding) to Zhangzhou.On both sides of the strait, there are endless mountain views, grain fields, and village farmhouses.Our boat was moored under the bamboo forest on the bank. The boat approached the bamboo tree, and the bamboo leaves fluttered on the boat canopy.I lay on the boat, covered with a blanket, with swaying bamboo leaves, only five or six feet above my head.After a day's hard work, the boatman sat at the stern of the boat to rest at ease in the cool night, with a pipe in his mouth, breathing freely.At that time, the night was dark, the distant scenery was dark, faintly discernible, just like a beautiful and wonderful picture.Paper lanterns are hung high on the boat on the other side, and the lights on the water can be seen from the background, and the noise of people can also be heard one by one.From time to time, someone played the flute, and the sound of the flute was carried by the wind along with the microwave on the water. It was like complaints and complaints, and it was extremely sad, but it was very strange, but it made people feel peaceful and peaceful.My boatman is talking about the story of Empress Dowager Cixi's childhood with relish, what a joy to be in this situation!How beautiful it is!At that time, I would like to take pictures with a quick camera lens and keep them in my memory forever. I said to myself: "I am in this natural picture, I am only twelve or thirteen years old, facing such a beautiful scenery, such a good night; Isn’t it full of beauty to recall this time from time to time?”

There is another impression that I will never forget, that is the last night in Xiamen Xunyuan Academy (a middle school run by the church).The graduation ceremony was held that morning, when American Consul Julean Arnold gave a speech.That was my last day at the academy.I sat on the bedroom window overlooking the sports field.The next morning, the school was closed and we all had to disperse and go home.I meditated quietly, knowing that it was the end of my four years in the academy; I sat there meditating for half an hour, deliberately leaving this impression in my mind as a memory for the future.

My father was a pastor and a second generation Christian.I cannot describe my childhood life in detail, but it was a very happy one.That was a little out of the ordinary, because we were not allowed to quarrel among brethren.Later, I will try my best to take off the smile that often hangs on my face, so as to get rid of its foolishness.There is a well in our house, and there is a vegetable garden behind the house. Every morning at eight o'clock, the father will ring the bell to call the children here, and each of them will assign ancient poems to recite, and the father will be the teacher himself.Unlike rich kids, we each get a share of the household chores.Both my sisters cook and do the laundry, and the brothers sweep and clear the house.Every afternoon, when the sisters brought in the washed and dried clothes from the open space behind the house and put them in boxes, we went out to draw water from the well, poured it into a small ditch and flowed it into the small field of the vegetable garden for irrigation vegetables.Otherwise, we children would go to the grain fields or the river bank, watch the sunset from a distance, and tell each other stories about ghosts and ghosts.There are hills rising and falling all around, so the place is called "East Lake", and the hills are all shores.I often imagine how a person can get out of this deep valley surrounded by mountains.There is a crack in the middle of the northern mountain top. Legend has it that a fairy once stepped on this mountain, but his big toe was inserted into the crack in the rock by mistake. Therefore, the northern mountain is often in my imagination.

In the following article, I will express the Chinese point of view, because I have no way not to do so.I just want to express a view of life and things known to the best and wisest philosophers in China and expressed in their folk wisdom and literature.I know it's a leisurely philosophy that grew out of a leisurely life in a time different from modern times.However, after all, I feel that this outlook on life is fundamentally true; since our natures are the same, then what touches the hearts of the people in one country will naturally touch all human beings.I have to express a view of life that Chinese poets and scholars have assessed with their common sense, their realism, and the mood of their poems.I intend to show some of the pagan beauty of the world, the pathos, beauty, terror, and comedy of life as seen by a people; a people who feel strongly about the finiteness of our lives, and yet somehow retain a little sense of its majesty. .

The Chinese philosopher is a man who dreams with one eye open, who sees life with love and gentle irony, who mixes his cynicism with kind tolerance, who sometimes The man who wakes from a dream, and sometimes falls asleep again, feels more alive in his dream than when he wakes up, and thus puts a dream in his waking life.He sees with one eye open and one eye closed the futility of what is going on around him and of his own efforts, yet retains enough sense of reality to go through life.He is seldom disillusioned, because he has no false visions, and seldom disappointed, because he never hopes too much.His spirit was thus liberated.

Because after studying Chinese literature and philosophy, I have come to the conclusion that the highest ideal of Chinese culture is always a person who has a philosophical view of life based on the understanding of Minghui.This kind of philosophism produces tolerance, which enables a person to live his life with tolerance and irony, escapes the temptation of fame and wealth, and finally makes him accept everything that fate gives him.This kind of philosophy also gave him a sense of freedom, a hobby of wantonness, and his proud and indifferent attitude.Only with this sense of freedom and indifference can one end up enjoying life deeply and passionately.

I don't need to say whether my philosophy is correct in the eyes of Westerners.If we want to understand the life of a Westerner, we have to observe it with the eyes of a Westerner, with his own temperament, his material concept, and his own mind.The Americans can put up with many things the Chinese cannot, and the Chinese can put up with many things the Americans cannot: I do not doubt that.We are all born different, and that is good.However, this is only a comparative statement.I am quite sure that in the rush of American life there is a desire, a divine desire, to lie in a meadow and enjoy a leisurely afternoon of doing nothing under tall beautiful trees.The existence of such universal cries as "Wake up and live" seems to me ample proof that there is a part of America that would rather dream about its time, but Americans aren't that bad after all.The question is only whether he wants to enjoy this leisurely life more or less, and how he arranges to make it come true.Maybe the American is just ashamed of the word "loafing" in a world where everyone is doing something; but somehow, just as I know he's an animal, I know he likes to stretch his muscles sometimes, Stretch on the beach, or lie still with one leg curled up comfortably and one arm tucked under your head as a pillow.If he is like this, he will be almost the same as Yan Hui; Yan Hui has this kind of virtue, and Confucius admires him the most among all his disciples.All I want is for him to be honest about it; when he likes it, declares to the world that he likes it; when he's lounging on the beach instead of working in an office Only then will his soul cry out: "Life is beautiful!" Therefore, we shall now take a look at a philosophy and an art of living as understood by the thinking of the entire Chinese nation.I thought there was nothing like it in the world, in a good or bad sense.For here we encounter an entirely new outlook on life born of an entirely different type of thought.There is no doubt about the saying that the culture of any nation is the product of its thoughts.Chinese national thought is so racially different from, and historically isolated from, Western culture; therefore, in such a place, we will naturally find some new answers to life's problems, or, better, some A new approach to the problems of life, or, better still, some new arguments for the problems of life. We know some of the virtues and vices of that thought, at least as can be seen from past history.It has glorious art and petty science, great common sense and childish logic, refined, feminine gossip about life, and unscholarly philosophy.Most people know that the Chinese mind is a very practical and shrewd mind. Some people who love Chinese art also know that the Chinese mind is a very sensitive mind; A very poetic and philosophical thought.At least everyone knows that Chinese people are good at observing things with a philosophical perspective. This sentence is more meaningful than saying that China has a great philosophy or that there are several great philosophers.It is not uncommon for a nation to have several philosophers, but it is really extraordinary for a nation to observe things with a philosophical perspective.In any case, the Chinese nation is obviously more philosophical than inefficient. If not, no nation can survive the high blood pressure of four thousand years of efficient life.Four thousand years of efficient living would destroy any nation.One important result is that in the West there are so many madmen that they have to be locked up in madhouses, whereas in China they are so rare that we worship them; and everyone who has a knowledge of Chinese literature will attest to this sentence.That's what I'm trying to say.Yes, the Chinese have a lighthearted, almost cheerful philosophy, and the best evidence of their philosophic temperament is to be found in this wise and cheerful philosophy of life. In the "Human World" magazine, I once published an article by Ms. Yao Ying about decorating the study room, which happened to have the same opinion as mine.If I had published an article on the same topic, or had met her, I would definitely accuse her of plagiarizing my opinion.So I wrote a long essay at the end of her article - showing how her understanding approximated my theory.Here is a brief summary of her original text: It is certainly good for university public libraries to adopt a classification system and use the method of Dewey or Wang Yunwu to classify books into categories.However, a poor scholar who does not have enough books and lives in a narrow area in Beijing and Shanghai obviously cannot do this.In a house, there is usually only a dining room, a living room, and two bedrooms. If you are lucky, there may be a study room.In addition, his books generally come according to personal preferences, and the collection will not be universally complete.How should this be done? I don't know about others, but the method I use is like this.My method is the natural method.For example, when I sit at my desk and receive a book in the mail, I put it on the desk.If a visitor comes over while I'm reading, I take the book into the living room and talk to the visitor about the contents of the book.If I leave the book in the living room after the guests say goodbye, I leave it there.Sometimes the conversation is good and I'm not tired and just want to rest a while, so I take it upstairs and read it in bed.If the interest in reading is strong, I will continue to read it, and if the interest is low, I will use it as a pillow and sleep. This is what I call the natural method, or "the method of leaving books where they are".I can't even say which one is my favorite place to put books. A corollary of this approach was, of course, that books and magazines were everywhere, on beds, on sofas, in dining rooms, in dressers, on toilet shelves, and elsewhere.This cannot be seen at a glance, which is beyond the reach of Dewey or Wang Yunwu's methods. This approach has three advantages: first, irregular beauty.Various hardcovers, paperbacks, Chinese, English, large and heavy books, light art reproductions - some are pictures of medieval heroes and knights, some are modern nude art photos, all mixed together, you can see it at a glance the entire course of human history.Second, the wide variety of interests.A book of philosophy may stand side by side with a book of science, and a book of humor may stand side by side with one.They mingled together, as if they were arguing with each other.Third, use it conveniently.If a person puts all the books in the study room, he will have nothing to read in the living room.I use this method to increase knowledge even in the toilet. Suffice it to say that this is only my personal method.I do not seek the approval of others, nor do I expect them to imitate me.The reason why I write this article is because my guests often shake their heads and sigh when they see my life like this.Since I didn't ask them, I don't know if they sighed in praise or in disapproval...but I never bothered. The article above can very well represent a modern Chinese-style essay (familiaressay).It has the relaxed style of ancient Chinese prose and the informal style of modern essays.The following is my postscript: When I received this manuscript, I felt as if someone had let my secret out.As I read on, I was surprised to find that my own theory of putting the book had been discovered by someone else at the same time.How can I not play a few words on this?I know reading is a noble thing, but it has become a vulgar and commercial one.Collecting books was once a noble pastime, but things have changed dramatically since the arrival of the upstarts.These men kept whole collections of books by various authors, beautifully furnished and displayed on glass shelves, to show off to their friends.But when I look at their bookshelves, there is never a gap or misalignment of books, which shows that they never touch the books.There are no books with torn covers, no handprints or accidental soot, no marks drawn with blue pencil, no maple leaves tucked between them.And all are just uncut pages. Therefore, the method of collecting books seems to have become vulgar.Xu Xie of the Ming Dynasty wrote an article "On Old Inkstones", exposing the vulgarity of collecting antiques.Now Ms. Yao is extending it to collecting books.It can be seen that if you only need to say your true meaning, it seems that there will be no one in the world who feels the same as you.It is good that Wang Yunwu's method is used in public libraries, but what does a public library have to do with a poor scholar's study?We must have a different principle, as pointed out by the author of "The big shows the small, the small shows the big. The false meets the true, and the true meets the false".The opinion expressed by this author on how a poor man's house garden should be arranged may also apply to the method of collecting books.If you can make good use of this principle, you can transform a poor man's study into an unexplored continent. Books should definitely not be categorized.There is a science to sorting books, but an art to not sorting them.Your five-foot-high bookshelf should be turned into a small world.The poem must be placed above the scientific article, and a detective novel should be placed alongside the work of Guyau.Arranged in this way, a five-foot bookshelf will become an extensive shelf, which will make you feel as if the sky is falling.If there is only Sima Guang's set on the shelf, when you don't have the heart to look at it, it will become an empty shelf.Everyone knows that the beauty of women is that they give people a feeling that is inexplicable and inexplicable. The reason why old cities like Paris and Vienna are intriguing is that after living there for ten years, you don’t know for certain. Something appears in an alley.The same goes for a library. All kinds of books have their own characteristics, so they are bound differently.It is for this reason that I never buy "Si Bu Bei Yao" or "Si Bu Series".The characteristics of buying a book can be seen from the appearance of the book on the one hand, and on the other hand, it depends on the circumstances of the purchase.After the books are bought, they are naturally placed on the shelf without classification.When you want to read Wang Guowei's "History of Song and Yuan Opera", you will turn it over and over again, not knowing where to put it.After you find it, you really "find it", not just take it down and get it.At this time, you are already fragrant and sweaty, like a proud hunter.Perhaps when you have discovered its location and go to get the third volume you wanted, you will find that it has disappeared.You stand there for a moment wondering what to do, wondering if you'd lend it to someone, and sigh, like a schoolboy who sees a bird he's almost caught and suddenly flies away.Thus there will always be an air of mystery in your library; in short, your library will have the vague beauty of women, and the mystery of great cities. A few years ago, I had a colleague at Tsinghua University. He had a "library room" with only one and a half boxes of books, but they were all classified into categories from one to one thousand, using the classification system of the American Book Association.When I asked him about a book on economic history, he immediately replied proudly that the book number was "580.73A".He has American efficiency and is very proud of himself.He is a real American student, but I don't mean to praise him by saying this. My early writing was like the demonstrations of those students, full of courage, impassioned, and public protest.At that time, there was no skill and care.I completely blame the lessons taught to us by the Beiyang warlords.We have had too much freedom of the press, and too much freedom of speech, and speaking and writing cannot be art when a man can speak the truth to his heart's content.What is the benefit of this freedom of speech?The strict ban forced me to find another way to estrus my thoughts.I was compelled to develop the skill and weight of writing that my readers call "satire."My art in writing this piece is to develop theories about the situation just enough to hint at my thoughts and the opinions of others, but at the same time with enough subtlety that I don't end up in jail.Writing an article like this is like dancing on a rope in a circus. It requires sharp eyesight, quick hands, and a balanced body and mind.In this wonderful atmosphere, I have become a so-called writer of humor or satire.Perhaps as someone once said, life is too miserable to tell funny stories, or you will die of suffocation.This is just a very common phenomenon in human psychology—that is, in times of great danger, we establish a mechanism for self-defense, that is, eloquence.The eloquence along the way contains tears and smiles. The story of my rediscovery of the motherland may be written in an old fashion, but I am afraid that I am more interested in it than others.I am constantly wandering between two worlds, forcing myself to choose one, the old one or the new one, from the shoes on my feet to the hat on my head.Now I don't wear suits, but I still keep my shoes.Until recently, I began to decide that the old-fashioned Chinese cap is more logical and comfortable than the foreign cap, which always feels weird to me.I've always had to choose my philosophy as much as I decide which hat to wear.I once made a couplet: Two-legged Eastern and Western culture Comment on universe articles with one heart A friend who is good at being a Yuedan commented on me and said that my greatest strength is speaking Chinese culture to foreigners and foreign culture to Chinese.It was not intended as a sneak attack insult, I thought that comment was true.What I like most is galloping across the continent of thought.Occasionally, I thought of a happy event, which is to bring Lao Tzu two thousand years ago and Henry Ford (the American car king) into the same room, let them talk freely, and discuss the value of money and the value of life together.Or let Gu Hongming lead Confucius into the house of Macdonald (former British Prime Minister), and watch them smile at each other, silently, and get a complete understanding between glasses of wine.This way of digging out the original ideas of one Chinese and one Western and making a fundamental comparison is no less interesting than the play of Fangcheng, each trying to guess what cards other people have in their hands.Another example is that after playing cards for four rounds and four rounds, not only can it be played day and night, day after night, but it can also never stop. No one knows the final winner or loser. Here I can briefly talk about my reading habits.I don't like second-rate writers, what I want is the highest and lowest in literature that expresses life.At the most noble level, it can be said to be the source of human thought, such as Confucius, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Plato and so on.The most obscene works I love are Baroness Crczsy, Edgar Wallace and generally very cheap little books, especially folk songs and Suzhou Funato songs.Most books are plagiarized by the basest or the noblest kind of plagiarism, but their plagiarism is never entirely successful.The life expressed in this way loses its vitality, its words lose its vitality and strength, and its thoughts lose its authenticity due to the process of plagiarism.Therefore, if you want direct inspiration, you have to seek it from the source of thought and life.For this special purpose, Laozi's and Suzhou Funato's songs are equal to me. When I read someone's work, I don't feel conscientious, I just read what I am convinced.Their power to attract me lies in their style, or similar ideas.I read very little, but I believe I benefit more from reading one book than anyone else from ten, if the particular author is of like mind.Because I absorbed his works with my heart, it soon seemed to take root in my heart.I believe that it is useless to force people to read any book.Everyone must find his own close soul, and then his works can become living.This contingent approach is also the author of the development of the individual.I believe there is such a thing as what Sinte-Beuve called "the family of the heart," that is, "the proximity of the soul," or "spiritual kinship."Although the times are different.The borders are different, but they still seem to be able to understand each other, which is more than the wages of people in the same city at the same time.A person's article hobby is predestined, not his own. When I founded it, I believed that the air of square scarves and the air of Taoism are the enemies of humor.It is not because Daoist articles can resist humorous literature, but because the Daoist environment and ignorance of humor will definitely affect the writing of humorists. When writing, it seems that someone is glaring at the back, which is not suitable for humorous writing.Only those who can maintain a little naivety, a little arrogance, and ignore this gloomy air can write a little humor.The influence of this kind of square scarf can be seen in its contributors and critics.In terms of criticism, the old and new apostles are quite consistent recently, and the square scarf has become more and more angry.All literature that is not humming, chirping, or whining, humming, is despised.Although some people write vernacular today, they are subconsciously poisoned by Daoism, and every time they do any trivial matter, they will hang it on their head as "saving the country" or "subjugating the country". Therefore, using domestic toothbrushes is also saving the country, and selling perfume is also saving the country. Every move, every sneeze is not at ease.Some people study abroad and study chemical engineering, obviously to learn how to make perfume and smelt cowhide, but they insist on saving the country through industry.In fact, it’s probably because I’ve been used to composing since I was a child, such terms as “the world today” and “people’s hearts in the world” are still revered subconsciously.Therefore, although these people have new terms, they have old attitudes. They are not born of Western culture, just like politicians and bureaucrats.They are unworthy of criticizing the telegraphing of dignitaries.When Westerners discuss women's clothing, they only think of it as an aesthetic problem, but in China, it becomes a problem of ethics and morality.When Westerners see a solar eclipse, they only regard it as a calendar study. When they arrive in China, it becomes a disaster related to the chaos of the world.There are also people in the West like Li Ge, who is a university professor, but because of his nature, he is good at writing some humorous sketches, sarcasm and sarcasm for photographers, and writers and readers do not think of "authentic literature" and "the rise and fall of the country".However, humorous literature has developed because of this.If the Chinese write an article like "The One Who Eats the Lotus Flower", someone will ask, what does your writing have to do with the morals of the world, and how does it benefit Chinese culture?Isn't this Tongcheng evildoer still worshiping?Therefore, writers are unintentionally oppressed by this generation, and when they pick up a pen, they must pretend to be satirical, so pure humor is shrouded in warm and even sour irony. What is it like to run a humorous publication?It's just a humorous publication, why all the fuss?It turns out that among the various serious and large foreign publications, there is still room for several humorous publications.But once in China, it's not the same.One family's humor, every family's humor, must "be popular for a while", and everyone will imitate it.Because those who praise humor are praised by the morals of the world, and those who destroy humor are also destroyed by the morals of the world. This is like a foreign doctor who has been studying literature for three years and is praised as a literature expert when he returns to China.In fact, I, Lin Yutang, have no ambitions, but because I am close by nature, I always dislike long and rambling articles in "Oriental Miscellaneous Magazine".Fortunately, someone published it, someone bought it, and the nonsense continued.At best, it is nothing more than adding a less serious small publication to the various serious and large magazines already in the country to adjust the atmosphere.The original intention is not to overthrow serious magazines, nor is it to force everyone in the world to write humorous articles.Now that it is criticized, it is me who is saving China or destroying China. The publishing of "Human World" is the same as publishing.Since no one does it, I do it.I don't want to fall into a rut. If someone has already done it, I will never do it.In the past, I studied Chinese character indexing, compiled English textbooks, and recently researched typewriters. I also saw that others did not do it, or could not do it well, so I just did it out of curiosity.What else is there to do?Now he is clearly advocating short essays, but he is accused of taking "literary authenticity" for no reason.In husband literature, there are many categories.I advocate short stories, and others can advocate great ones; if I run a journal to publish the random feelings that are published every day in "Free Talk", and it is inconvenient to store them, others can even run a journal dedicated to short stories, can I prohibit him?If tomorrow I see that there is no magazine dedicated to detective stories in middle schools, and I start one, some people will think that I have the ambition to regard detective stories as the "authentic" literature.This is the general idea of ​​real domestic products.This kind of criticism is called square scarf criticism.In the past, no one dared to run a humorous journal for celebrities and scholars, but because of their arrogance, they couldn’t get rid of the airs of celebrities and scholars, so I was forced to do it. Today Mr. "Da Ye" advised me in "Free Talk" ("Shenzhen" supplement) "If you want to walk the road, don't follow the trails, don't use the sea to be in the cow's tracks, and don't use the sun to equal the fireflies."Western culture should be advocated first, and then sketches should be advocated.Advocating Western culture, I agree.However, Western culture is extremely complex and has many aspects. The "May 4th" New Culture Movement is a bit general. We should introduce and promote it according to the division of labor and cooperation.Humor is a part of Western culture, and the skills of modern Western prose are also a part of Western literature.In addition to literature, there are philosophy, economy, and society. I can't help it. You can promote it.Modern cultural life is extremely rich.If I advocated humor and sketches, but it was unexpected, and the advocacy was effective, it was unexpected. In addition to the literature of the Chinese school of humming and humming, I added a school of humor and sketches, which indirectly increased the number of Chinese literature. The richness of literary content, style or style even increases the richness of Chinese people's spiritual life and brings them closer to Western culture. Although I can't help being surprised, just like Dr. Yang is considered an expert in Western literature, I can just let my fate go.Recently, I had some thoughts. Seeing the contrasting buildings in Shanghai alleys, and the shadows of flowers separated by curtains, they are always moving. I remembered that there are automatic tarpaulin curtains in the United States, which can be lowered and raised when pulled. So far, no one has "promoted" or "introduced". Advocate".It would be very fortunate if the angry critics did not accuse me of "advocating oilcloth curtains to save the country". In the article against fangqi, I would like to say something about fangqi.If I can reduce the air of middle school a little, and let the people of the country adopt a more natural and lively outlook on life, then in the work of introducing Western culture, I will fulfill a little national duty.This sentence is also a vestige of my habit of saying "the world is under my husband today" since I was a child.People will be surprised at the seriousness of my life. Because modern Western culture has a natural and lively outlook on life, and was liberated by the romantic trend of the nineteenth century, modern Western culture is more tolerant and more affectionate.I rather think this is a sign of the sanity of the mind of the Western peoples.Although the new culture in China has been advocated, it has not been tempered by decades of romantic trends. People's hearts are still depressed and their thoughts are still dry.Whenever there is a crisis, everyone will burst into a burst of fireworks, which will disappear like a flash in the pan five minutes later.Because the human mind is not sound at all, and the adjustment between happiness and suffering is lost.Although complaining seems more serious and patriotic than laughing or leisurely, complaining helplessly will dry up your mouth and tongue.Since this puff of breath cannot be received, there will be silence after crying out, just like a child wanting to sleep after crying.Although occasionally humming once or twice in the silence, it is also the sound of sick bed moaning, sour and exhausted.It seems that there are no loud shouts in literature nowadays, only a few cold arrows hiding in the dark.But human psychology is always self-righteous, so there is a habit of sucking carbuncles.If you are weak, the wicked will be sound; if you are naughty, you will not be lively; if you drink water, you will drink tea if you are jealous;For two thousand years, the breath of square scarves still overwhelmed vernacular literati in the twentieth century, and as a result, only a buzzing was heard in literature. The so-called Western natural and lively outlook on life can be illustrated with new examples.For example, play is natural. In the past, Confucian schools prohibited children from playing. Recently, the concept of education has been liberated and it is almost natural. Therefore, not only is play not prohibited, but play is used in kindergartens, primary schools, and middle schools to cultivate children's virtue.Western couples love each other and travel together hand in hand, but they only admit that the happiness of men and women is what human beings should have, and there is no need to pretend, so they walk hand in hand on the street, not surprising. Yan Fu.Once Chinese men and women are liberated, they think it is impossible and say it is immoral.Seeing Western men and women bathing naked in the sea, although they will be envious, but seeing Chinese men and women bathing naked in the sea, they will immediately scold them as unfashionable.Although Western women's clothing is coquettish, Western modern criticism has not seen anyone saying that they are indecent, because they already have a romantic view of tolerance.However, in China, when I see Western women's flamboyant costumes, although I admire them, when I see Chinese women's clothes, I want to call them modern.Dancing on Western stages, such as hula dancing, is more than a hundred times more evil than in China, but Western thinkers have never heard of it. In fact, Westerners have not forgotten their patriotism just because they watched hula dancing.The Chinese can't tolerate hula dancing, and they put on a Taoist face, which is a sign of a great change in people's hearts and a chaotic world.However, the Chinese people are not morally noble because of the seriousness of life, and the country becomes rich and powerful.The whole country is filled with a gloomy, musty, hypocritical and pedantic atmosphere.Therefore, although this kind of kerchief-like critic hums a few times when he is oppressed, swears at "cultural unity" and complains about "censorship", once he becomes a censor, he will oppress others severely.I saw my daughter see two bedbugs arguing on the bed, A scolded B: "You are a bedbug!"B also scolded A back: "You are a bedbug!"I hid beside Hulu and laughed. Because the mind is not sound at all, and the courage to move forward is lacking in life, so the criticism of the square scarf is only good at destroying.Advocating the natural and lively outlook on life in the West can only slander, not build.He said to critics that "China has no humor".If China already had humor, why bother to promote it?Calling "China has no humor" on the sidelines will not make the roots of humor gradually flourish.Moreover, even if there are no successful humorous works, at least they have changed the attitude of the Chinese people towards humor. Unless the fledglings are still paying attention to the universe and the "road" of saving the country, they all have an additional understanding of humor. Have not yet accepted Western culture's attitude towards humor.This kind of negative and destructive criticism, called promoting Western culture, is actually an obstacle to Western culture, and it will not have fruitful results by itself. When "Human World" was published, it stirred up the shackles of the hum-yo-hum-yo faction, messing around and bragging about it, but it didn't move "Human World" at all.There is not even a decent criticism of the content and compilation of "Human World", which is enough for me to choose with an open mind.For example, I think that there are too many dissatisfaction in the first issue of Talking about Flowers and Trees' Spring Travels, so no one points it out.All in all, there is not a single article that I think is worthy of criticizing "Human World".Only Hu Lu's poem attacking Zhou Zuoren is a criticism, but it is ridiculously shallow, and it only attacks private people. What is wrong with "Human World", I know it.Using imitation Song characters is too quaint.This is an unforgivable crime for the hooded critic.