Chapter 5 Chapter 3-1

Today is February 4th, twenty-four years, not New Year's Day, but I have already written the three-character title of "Ji New Year's Day" unconsciously.This seems to be like Kang Youwei said that there is a ghost on my wrist?I looked at the calendar angrily, it was clearly the 4th of February, but in a blink of an eye, I couldn't believe it, and there was an indescribable feeling of spring festival in my heart, which forced people to jump for joy.As soon as I close my eyes, I can see the shadow of when I was young, I went to the mountains to visit the mountains and eat oranges during the New Year's Day.Scientific reason cannot subdue the deep waves of the soul.Even when I write at this time, I feel bored, my bones are soft, and it is extremely painful, because New Year's Day in China should always be the most leisurely day in a year.Just because the deadline for publishing the manuscript was due and there was no room for delay, I had no choice but to take up the pen with the spirit of hard work, as if death was at home, but my heart was already bored.When I woke up in the morning, the red lanterns were still on the stove, and the scene of last night's New Year's Eve meal next to the stove was still in front of me—because my scientific reason had already lost a battle last night.In bed at 4:30 in the morning, I could already hear the intermittent sound of firecrackers, suddenly like a field artillery attack, sometimes like a machine gun attack, busy for a while, and quiet for a while, until the east is white, and the gray dawn has penetrated outside the curtain.So I got up, went downstairs, and ate longan sticks, chicken noodles, and then my family came to pay New Year's greetings.Then my reason suddenly realized that "My Words" hadn't been written yet, and my reason and emotion struggled, so my emotion succumbed, and I went to work as if nothing had happened.But the emotional surrender is superficial, and the heart is still restless.Now that Ah Jing came in with tea, I knew he was thinking, "My lord is so miserable!"

As usual, New Year's Day should be free.I already felt this level yesterday, which also shows how compelling the environment is.When I woke up yesterday morning, my wife said, "YT, you should change your dress!" I was baffled because the dress was just changed the day before yesterday. "Why?" I demanded. "Mom Zhou has to do laundry today, but she won't do it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow." I immediately understood.The god of New Year's Day has arrived, and I expected that I would succumb, because a person should always be sensible, and if he is not, he will become a bookworm.I immediately understood that today the family is planning not to wash, sweep, splash, or cut with knives.This is a taboo in superstition, but I understand the source of this superstition: in a word, even if everyone is busy for 360 days throughout the year, they should also enjoy a little bit of happiness in this new year.Look at the hard work of the common people in China for a year, can you begrudge them this little happiness?

This is my first failure.I think again of the joy of the New Year when I was a child, so I think of Spring Festival couplets, red candles, firecrackers, lanterns, revolving lanterns and so on.During the Gregorian New Year, I want to buy, but I can't buy Spring Festival couplets and the like.Do I have the right to deprive my child of this joy?So I decided to go to the Town God's Temple, and I told my reason, I am not preparing for the New Year, I just want to buy Spring Festival couplets and revolving lanterns.Once I arrived at the Town God's Temple, I bought walking lanterns, rabbit lanterns, and domestic toys for some reason. On the way home, I found that there were also plum blossoms and heavenly bamboos.Well, if there is, then there is.Aren't plum blossoms available every day?When I got home, I found out that I also had narcissus, which was sent from my hometown. It happened that a pot of orchid bought by my wife last week was blooming, and it smelled very fragrant.

"I'm going out to the movies tonight," I said. "What?" my wife said. "Mr. X is coming to my house for dinner tonight." I suddenly realized that I remembered such a thing.There is a newly engaged bride in my family. A few days ago, I made an appointment with the groom × Jun to have potluck at home on Sunday night.But I'm not going to have New Year's Eve dinner.I smell narcissus, and from the smell of narcissus, I think of revolving lanterns, and from revolving lanterns I think of carrots and fruits (rice cakes and the like) in my hometown. "No one sent radish and fruit at home this year," I sighed.

"Because no one came from Xiamen, otherwise they would have sent it," my wife said. "Isn't there a Guangdong store on Wuchang Road? I bought it three or four years ago." "Not necessarily!" "Must have." "I do not believe." "I'll buy it for you to see." At half past three, I took a bus back with a basket of carrots and fruits in my hand.At four and a half o'clock, I was hungry and fried radish and fruit.But I still insist that I am not spending New Year's Eve.At 5:30, I found that the five-year-old Xiangru was wearing a red dress.

"Why are you wearing a red dress?" "Mama Huang put it on for me." Xiangru's red clothes have shaken my battle lines.At 6:00 a.m., a pair of big red candles were lit on the stove, with gold characters on them saying "Sanyang Kaitai" and "Five-Color Civilization". "Who will light the red candle?" "Mom Zhou ordered it." "Who buys red candles?" "Didn't Mr. buy it at the Town God's Temple this morning?" "Is that really the case?" I asked. "What a ghost! I don't know it myself!"

Two-thirds of my battle lines have been shaken.At that time, the candles were also lit, the daffodils were fragrant, the rabbit lanterns and revolving lanterns were all lit, and the fire was full of harmony and radiance.All of a sudden, the cannons sounded from the southeast to the northwest, and the loud cannons seemed to attack the depths of my soul.Should I be a rational animal, or should I be a human being?But at this time, her reason is already weak, and her voice is very low.This seems to be the time for the so-called "shaking of the heart". I have always liked firecrackers the most, but I couldn't resist the sound of the firecrackers.

"Ah Jing, you use this one dollar to buy a few heaven and earth cannons, and the rest to buy firecrackers. It's better, it will ring." I said blushingly. I can't write any more.That's how it went about last night.At this moment, the sound of cannons has begun again.The sporadic roar of field artillery turned into the sound of machine gun attacks.I have never been able to resist firecrackers.Huang's mother has also put on new clothes and red flowers to ask for leave and go out.I heard her close the door.I can't write any more.I'm going to throw a pen at this.What's the use of writing a brilliant article without being human?I can't resist firecrackers.

I have recently moved out of the rented mansion and lived in a house that human beings should live in.October ago, when I moved in to live in a layered Western-style building, I solemnly declared that I do not like this kind of sub-rented Western-style building by nature.At that time I said that I was opposed to living in this kind of building. This kind of building was prepared for couples who had no children and Changchuan lived in a car and not at home. I also said that unless modern civilization can give everyone a house, let the children go Turning somersaults and catching crickets to get dirty and happy, that kind of civilization will not be valued by me.I explained that the reason why I moved to that floor was that there was a barren garden behind the house, with fallen tree trunks and a green pond. It could be seen that the branches and leaves were sparse and the forest birds were criss-crossing. In front of my book window, there was another In summer, the leaves are full of shade, and in winter, the branches are full of seeds.It is a great discovery to find such a wild scene in Shanghai, so I decided to rent it.Now our landlord has fenced up and sorted out the garden, the wild trees have been planted in a regular manner, and the formations are gradually becoming orderly, and although the star-shaped and octagonal flower beds have not yet been built, it is expected that they will soon come. will come.So I moved out again.

Now I live in a house where a human being should live, as said above.There is a lot of dirt on the left and right sides of the house. It is very happy to step on the soil and kick the rubble. There are many frogs and toads in my house. The summer cicadas on the acacia tree are singing all day long, and I found a small green snake the night before. , It made me suddenly feel that I have become a high scholar who has returned.I have already discovered two kinds of spiders, and I thought of going to the Chenghuang Temple to buy a tortoise and put it in the garden, waiting to see the tortoise's expression while watching the toad eat mosquitoes. It would be very interesting.In this garden, it is more intimate and interesting for my children to observe the truth of natural selection of superiors and inferiors than to read nature textbooks in school.It's a pity that a gecko has not been found yet.The gecko and the spider fight so beautifully! ...

I also want to raise a pigeon and let him lay pigeon eggs for children to play with.So the serious question now is, are there any geckos?If there is, will you steal pigeon eggs?So I thought of the joy of summer vacation.There are happy things about people going there to escape the summer heat, and my family has them all.Ordinary people are not very aware of it. The most memorable thing about summer travel is that they saw a big snake there, and stepped on the tail of a gecko or a scorpion there.I have been to Mogan Mountain a few years ago, and the only thing I remember about Coke is that I saw the novel appearance of the skink on the way up the mountain, and I found it on the bed in the middle of the night and shot and killed a polecat with ammonia. A large spider, and one night a firefly was expelled from the right ear.All else was forgotten.In summer places, it is inevitable to talk about big bugs.You think, in a letter to a friend, you can say "on the way home last night, I met a big snake and passed by each other", what a pleasant pleasure it is.And the people who received this letter in the city are so envious.Assuming he is still a little popular, after reading the letter, he will throw it out and say, "I must go too. I must take two weeks off, whether the boss is happy or not!" Of course, this is up to me, and I can't be tempted now. Yes, because I already have snakes in my house, which is not easy to find in Shanghai people's homes. Another advantage of summer vacation is that you can see all your relatives and friends.When we want to go on a summer vacation, we always think in our hearts: "Now I want to enjoy a little happiness, isolate myself from the world, and remain the same." The implication seems to mean that we are not willing to bow to the guests for the time being. And want to be a natural person.But it’s not a real reason to escape the summer heat. If it were, no one would go to Qingdao Guling to escape the summer heat.Or it really is, but because your good friend Mrs. Chen was found on board, you can't achieve this goal.You arrive at Mogan Mountain on Saturday night, and you are going out for a walk at dusk, when you suddenly hear someone shouting from behind: "Old Wang!" How you feel when you hear this shout is entirely up to you.On Sunday morning, Mrs. Pan next door, whom you just met on Friday night, and her family of children also came. On Monday afternoon, Mrs. Wang from Qianjie also came to visit.On Tuesday morning, when you went out for a walk, it was a surprise to find that Mr. He and Mrs. He were also enjoying the bliss of being isolated from the world here.So you invited everyone to play cards and eat ice cream, and Mrs. Chen said: "How wonderful! Isn't it the same as in Shanghai?" In other words, our summer vacation is like Americans visiting Paris. A cafe in front of I'Opera, where you can meet fellow countrymen.It is said that there is a restaurant in Montmartre. When Americans visit Paris, they must take care of it, because they can eat real American donuts there.Ms. AnitaLoos has already solemnly recorded this piece of news in "Byaner's Diary". Of course, there are many benefits to escaping the heat.For example, you can bring a phonograph, or the summer house you live with always brings one, so you can hear the tunes you are used to at the beginning of the year and the end of the year, such as "Xuan Gongyan" dance, "Riva Rita" "such as.Another thing is the joy of packing up.You go to Wing On Company, where you think about the plan, whether the swimsuit should be bright red or light green, and if you are a follower of Rousseau and Tao Yuanming, you have to think about it: the short reverse socks are cool. , such as the American "Kaisuo" socks with large checkered fishnets, are also quite sensual, with the beauty of hiding them, and Paris rouge is also "beautiful".Because you don't wear rouge, you always feel unnatural, but when you go to the mountains to escape the summer heat, it is better to be natural.The third thing is that Fu Jia, the bank's prime minister, and important people can also take this opportunity to bring some Sherlock Holmes novels and read some books.When he is lying down on the wicker chair for a nap, and a friend wakes him up, he can snooze and murmur, "Ah! I'm reading a little. I haven't read a book for a long time." The fourth benefit , that is, all the secret history of the family, which can be revealed in the gossip of the summer evening.You don't hear that kind of news in town unless it comes from your nurse.You have heard that a man who is the backbone of the society who maintains ethics and benevolence has an affair, usually disguised as a small businessman, carrying Cantonese sausages and running into the alleys to find his lover, or the baby appearance of Mr. He's girl, very similar to Mr. He .If you are a good talker, you can hear as many family secret histories during your two-week summer vacation as you will need for a year's worth of conversation when you return to town.So we found that the last and greatest benefit of summer vacation is that it can be the topic of your back-to-town social talk. Come to think of it, there are many benefits to avoiding the heat.However, based on the above points, there is already a suspicion of doing voluntary advertisements for Lushan Qingdao Hotel.I will leave the pen here. I have recently moved out of the rented mansion and lived in a house that human beings should live in.October ago, when I moved in to live in a layered Western-style building, I solemnly declared that I do not like this kind of sub-rented Western-style building by nature.At that time I said that I was opposed to living in this kind of building. This kind of building was prepared for couples who had no children and Changchuan lived in a car and not at home. I also said that unless modern civilization can give everyone a house, let the children go Turning somersaults and catching crickets to get dirty and happy, that kind of civilization will not be valued by me.I explained that the reason why I moved to that floor was that there was a barren garden behind the house, with fallen tree trunks and a green pond. It could be seen that the branches and leaves were sparse and the forest birds were criss-crossing. In front of my book window, there was another In summer, the leaves are full of shade, and in winter, the branches are full of seeds.It is a great discovery to find such a wild scene in Shanghai, so I decided to rent it.Now our landlord has fenced up and sorted out the garden, the wild trees have been planted in a regular manner, and the formations are gradually becoming orderly, and although the star-shaped and octagonal flower beds have not yet been built, it is expected that they will soon come. will come.So I moved out again. Now I live in a house where a human being should live, as said above.There is a lot of dirt on the left and right sides of the house. It is very happy to step on the soil and kick the rubble. There are many frogs and toads in my house. The summer cicadas on the acacia tree are singing all day long, and I found a small green snake the night before. , It made me suddenly feel that I have become a high scholar who has returned.I have already discovered two kinds of spiders, and I thought of going to the Chenghuang Temple to buy a tortoise and put it in the garden, waiting to see the tortoise's expression while watching the toad eat mosquitoes. It would be very interesting.In this garden, it is more intimate and interesting for my children to observe the truth of natural selection of superiors and inferiors than to read nature textbooks in school.It's a pity that a gecko has not been found yet.The gecko and the spider fight so beautifully! ... I also want to raise a pigeon and let him lay pigeon eggs for children to play with.So the serious question now is, are there any geckos?If there is, will you steal pigeon eggs?So I thought of the joy of summer vacation.There are happy things about people going there to escape the summer heat, and my family has them all.Ordinary people are not very aware of it. The most memorable thing about summer travel is that they saw a big snake there, and stepped on the tail of a gecko or a scorpion there.I have been to Mogan Mountain a few years ago, and the only thing I remember about Coke is that I saw the novel appearance of the skink on the way up the mountain, and I found it on the bed in the middle of the night and shot and killed a polecat with ammonia. A large spider, and one night a firefly was expelled from the right ear.All else was forgotten.In summer places, it is inevitable to talk about big bugs.You think, in a letter to a friend, you can say "on the way home last night, I met a big snake and passed by each other", what a pleasant pleasure it is.And the people who received this letter in the city are so envious.Assuming he is still a little popular, after reading the letter, he will throw it out and say, "I must go too. I must take two weeks off, whether the boss is happy or not!" Of course, this is up to me, and I can't be tempted now. Yes, because I already have snakes in my house, which is not easy to find in Shanghai people's homes. Another advantage of summer vacation is that you can see all your relatives and friends.When we want to go on a summer vacation, we always think in our hearts: "Now I want to enjoy a little happiness, isolate myself from the world, and remain the same." The implication seems to mean that we are not willing to bow to the guests for the time being. And want to be a natural person.But it’s not a real reason to escape the summer heat. If it were, no one would go to Qingdao Guling to escape the summer heat.Or it really is, but because your good friend Mrs. Chen was found on board, you can't achieve this goal.You arrive at Mogan Mountain on Saturday night, and you are going out for a walk at dusk, when you suddenly hear someone shouting from behind: "Old Wang!" How you feel when you hear this shout is entirely up to you.On Sunday morning, Mrs. Pan next door, whom you just met on Friday night, and her family of children also came. On Monday afternoon, Mrs. Wang from Qianjie also came to visit.On Tuesday morning, when you went out for a walk, it was a surprise to find that Mr. He and Mrs. He were also enjoying the bliss of being isolated from the world here.So you invited everyone to play cards and eat ice cream, and Mrs. Chen said: "How wonderful! Isn't it the same as in Shanghai?" In other words, our summer vacation is like Americans visiting Paris. A cafe in front of I'Opera, where you can meet fellow countrymen.It is said that there is a restaurant in Montmartre. When Americans visit Paris, they must take care of it, because they can eat real American donuts there.Ms. AnitaLoos has already solemnly recorded this piece of news in "Byaner's Diary". Of course, there are many benefits to escaping the heat.For example, you can bring a phonograph, or the summer house you live with always brings one, so you can hear the tunes you are used to at the beginning of the year and the end of the year, such as "Xuan Gongyan" dance, "Riva Rita" "such as.Another thing is the joy of packing up.You go to Wing On Company, where you think about the plan, whether the swimsuit should be bright red or light green, and if you are a follower of Rousseau and Tao Yuanming, you have to think about it: the short reverse socks are cool. , such as the American "Kaisuo" socks with large checkered fishnets, are also quite sensual, with the beauty of hiding them, and Paris rouge is also "beautiful".Because you don't wear rouge, you always feel unnatural, but when you go to the mountains to escape the summer heat, it is better to be natural.The third thing is that Fu Jia, the bank's prime minister, and important people can also take this opportunity to bring some Sherlock Holmes novels and read some books.When he is lying down on the wicker chair for a nap, and a friend wakes him up, he can snooze and murmur, "Ah! I'm reading a little. I haven't read a book for a long time." The fourth benefit , that is, all the secret history of the family, which can be revealed in the gossip of the summer evening.You don't hear that kind of news in town unless it comes from your nurse.You have heard that a man who is the backbone of the society who maintains ethics and benevolence has an affair, usually disguised as a small businessman, carrying Cantonese sausages and running into the alleys to find his lover, or the baby appearance of Mr. He's girl, very similar to Mr. He .If you are a good talker, you can hear as many family secret histories during your two-week summer vacation as you will need for a year's worth of conversation when you return to town.So we found that the last and greatest benefit of summer vacation is that it can be the topic of your back-to-town social talk. Come to think of it, there are many benefits to avoiding the heat.However, based on the above points, there is already a suspicion of doing voluntary advertisements for Lushan Qingdao Hotel.I will leave the pen here. Most of the smokers have been confused for a while, made great wishes, determined to quit smoking, and fought against the smoker within a certain period of time, and only woke up after ten days and a half months.I went astray once, and suddenly quit smoking happily. After three weeks, I was blamed by my conscience and repented of my past mistakes.I swear, no longer depressed, no more misconduct, I will be a believer in smoking honestly, until I am old.At that time, maybe you will listen to the evil words of the three aunts and six wives of the Jiande Society of the Youth Association, and quit them, because at this time, a person will always be nervous, unable to control himself, and unable to take responsibility.But as long as the will exists, and when right and wrong are clear, you will never be tempted again.Because after this lesson, I have fully understood that quitting smoking for no reason cuts off the happiness of our souls.According to Professor Haldane, a famous British biochemist, smoking is one of the four most influential inventions in human history.Among the other three inventions, I remember that one is the new technique of connecting monkey glands for youth and immortality.This is off topic. During those three weeks, how comatose and cowardly I was, I didn’t have the guts to enjoy a small cigarette that I knew was good for my body and mind, it’s really an ugly history.Things have changed now, and in retrospect, I don't know why the coma lasted for three weeks.It would be too difficult to describe the psychological process during these three weeks in detail.Naturally, the first thing, the idea of ​​quitting smoking is a bit muddled at all.Why do you want to quit smoking in this world?I can't answer this question now.But our human behavior is always unreasonable. Sometimes we deliberately do things we shouldn’t do, sometimes we are too idle and have nothing to do, and we deliberately entrust ourselves with great responsibilities. Empty your body, mess up your nature, and prepare to be a man?Apart from this reason, I can't think of why I came up with such an obscene idea that day.This is really a bit like Tao Kan’s luck, or like the fitness exercise of modern people—literati and scholars have no firewood to cut, no water to suck, no cart to pull, and their hands are raised and lowered aimlessly in the air, exercising for exercise, It contributes nothing to social industrial production.Quitting smoking is probably a healthy exercise for a gentleman. Of course, in the first three days, there seemed to be an embarrassing feeling in the mouth of the throat and even the upper part of the trachea.This is easy to do.I eat mints, drink Tieguanyin, and include French top throat lozenges.Within three days, the strange itching was completely eliminated.This is the first installment in the quitting journey, and it's no surprise that it's a purely physical struggle.Anyone who thinks that this is the only way to quit smoking forgets about the spiritual cause of smoking. If you don't understand this truth, you are not worthy of talking about smoking at all.After three days, I entered the second phase of Soul Battle.At this point, I began to understand that there are two kinds of people who smoke in the world.There is no second period for these people to quit smoking.They quit smoking, effortlessly.It is said that they will not smoke if they want to, which is called "strong will".In fact, why does this kind of person smoke?If a person can quit a hobby, such as selling an old dress, then it is not a hobby at all.Smoking for this kind of people is indeed a kind of physical work, such as brushing teeth and washing the face, you can brush or not, there is no need in the heart, and it is meaningless in the soul.This kind of person has no spiritual demands other than washing his face, eating, and going home to hold the baby. At night, he will see the wives of the female members of the Jiande Society and go to bed peacefully.The words of Xin Jiaxuan, the poems of Wang Mojie, the music of Beethoven, and the songs of Wang Shifu have nothing to do with them.Isn't Lushan Waterfall just flowing water from top to bottom?How about reading Jiaxuan's poems and Moji's poems without smoking?Is it possible? But for those who really know how to smoke, there is a problem in quitting smoking, which is not expected by the members of the Jiande Society.For our group of real smokers, within three days of quitting smoking, the meaninglessness and unkindness towards oneself will emerge, and reason and common sense will ask: why, politically, socially, morally, physiologically? Physically, or psychologically, one should not smoke alone, but deliberately bury his own intelligence, violate our conscience, and destroy our nature, so that we cannot reach the state of relaxation and happiness?Everyone knows that a writer must be full of energy, free-spirited, open-minded, and full of rhymes before he can produce good writing, and he must be able to comprehend when reading, with no obstacles in his mind, and only when his mind wanders in the middle can he be considered reading.How can such a state of mind be achieved without smoking?At this time of meeting, we feel that reaching for a cigarette is the only reasonable behavior; it is vulgar to stuff a piece of brown sugar into our mouth.I can cite one or two things as proof. My friend Mr. B came to Shanghai from Beijing.We haven't seen each other for three years.In Peking, we used to hang out in the morning and evening, especially at night, smoking and chatting about literature, philosophy, modern art, and how to transform the human universe.Now he's here, and we're talking by the fireside at home.What they talked about was nothing more than the current situation of Zaiping's old friends and the coldness of the world.Every time I come to a wonderful place, I always want to reach out a hand to get a cigarette, but on the surface, I can only stand up and sit down, or change the sitting position. Mr. B, however, swallowed and confided naturally, seeming to be overwhelmed with joy.I have already told him that I quit smoking, so I am too embarrassed to relapse on the spot.Having said that, I only feel unhappy in my heart, and suddenly if I am missing something, my mind is very clear.Every time Mr. B talks about it, I can answer "yes", but in fact, I wish I could talk with him with the same excitement.After talking like this for an hour or two, I still refused to relapse, and my friend said goodbye.On "strong will" and "perseverance", I am a triumphant victor, but I only feel unhappy in my heart.A few days later, Mr. B sent a letter on the way, saying that I have been different recently, not as excited and cheerful as before, and my conversation is not as good as before. He said that maybe the air in Shanghai is too bad.To this day, I still regret not smoking that night. Another night, we were in a meeting, which would be once a week as usual.After the dinner, someone reads the paper, and as a discussion, it's usually always a kind of smoking convention.This time it's Mr. C's turn to read the paper.The title is "Religion and Revolution", and there are many humorous words in the article.During this kind of nonsense, the smoke in the room thickens layer by layer, which is the time when the dark fragrance is floating and whimsical.Mr. H, the poet, is sitting in the middle, reclining on a reclining chair, and is learning to release smoke rings, and the smoke rings are released one after another, and the poetic flavor is probably also rising layer by layer.I was the only non-smoker, and felt as if I was living alone and put into danger.At this time, quitting smoking is becoming more and more meaningless.I suddenly realized that I was too comatose.I searched for the reasons why I decided to quit smoking at the beginning, but I couldn't find a reason. Since then, my conscience has been disturbed from time to time.Because I think that the value of thinking lies in the sense of excitement, but how can the soul of non-smoking be excited?One afternoon, I went to visit a foreign lady.The lady is sitting at the table, smoking in one hand and leaning on her lap with the other, with her body slightly turned outwards, quite charming.I think it's time to wake up.She invited me with a cigarette case.Slowly and calmly, I took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, knowing that with one stroke, I had attained the Dao again.When I came back, I immediately asked the waiter to buy a white tin bag.There is a burnt spot at the right end of my desk, where I put my cigarettes.Because smoking seldom stops, I engraved an inscription next to it saying "Xiyin Pool".I was expecting about seven or eight years to burn through the two inch tabletop.And when I am determined to quit smoking, it is a pity that this "Xiyin Pond" is only half-life deep.So when I put the cigarettes repeatedly this time, my heart was very happy.Because although there is still a long way to go, it can be carried on day by day.Later, due to moving house, the study room was small, so the desk had to be sold, and the "Xiyin Pond" disappeared.This is the first thing I hate in my life. Nature itself is always a sanatorium.It can cure, if not other diseases, at least human arrogance.Nature has to make man conscious of his own place; and against the background of nature, man can often be conscious of his own place.This is the reason why Chinese paintings always draw people so small in landscape paintings.In a Chinese landscape painting called "Looking at the Mountains After Snow", it is difficult to find the person looking at the mountains after the snow.After a little searching, you find him sitting under a pine tree—his squatting body is only an inch high in a fifteen-inch painting, and is drawn quickly with a few strokes of the brush. of.In another Song Dynasty painting, four figures in scholarly attire roam in an autumn forest, looking up at the majestic intertwined trees above.It's good to feel small sometimes.Once, when I was lying on the top of Guling for summer vacation, I began to see two small animals as big as ants in Nanjing, a hundred miles away, resenting each other and fighting each other in order to serve China; this kind of thing Seems kind of funny.Therefore, the Chinese believe that a trip to the mountains can have the effect of purifying one's mind and asceticism, so that one can get rid of many stupid ambitions and unnecessary worries. Humans tend to forget how small and often how useless they are.When a person sees a hundred-story building, he is often arrogant; the best way to cure this kind of arrogant psychology is to move his imaginary skyscraper to the side of a hill, so that he can know more exactly what can be called "greatness". ", what is not qualified to be called "great".We like the boundless sea, and we like the greatness of the mountains.Some of the summits of the Yellow Mountains are formed of a single block of granite, a thousand feet high from the visible base to the summit, and half a mile long.These things inspire Chinese artists; the silence, grandeur, and permanence of these mountains are arguably why the Chinese love stones in paintings.It is difficult for a person to believe that there are such great stones in the world until he has traveled to Mount Huangshan; some painters of the Huangshan School in the seventeenth century got their inspiration from these silent granite peaks. On the other hand, a man's heart becomes truly great when he comes into contact with the great things in nature.We may regard a landscape as a moving picture, and be dissatisfied with something less than a moving picture; we may regard the tropical clouds on the horizon as a We cannot be satisfied with what is so great a background; we can regard a mountain as a private garden, and not be satisfied with what is not a private garden; we can take a roaring wave as a concert, and not be satisfied with what is not a concert. Satisfaction; we can regard the breeze on the mountain as an air-conditioner, and cannot be satisfied with what is not an air-conditioner.Thus we become great, as great as the earth and the sky.As one of the earliest Chinese Romantics, Ruan Ting (AD 210-263), described the "big man", we take "heaven and earth as our place." The most wonderful "spectacle" I have ever seen in my life appeared in the Indian Ocean overnight.That's great.The stage was a hundred miles wide and three miles high, and on this stage nature put on a half-hour-long drama, sometimes gigantic dragons, dinosaurs, and lions, moving across the sky—with their heads swollen , The lion's mane stretched out, and the dragon's back bent, twisted, and curled! —Sometimes groups of soldiers in white uniforms, soldiers in gray uniforms, and officers with golden epaulettes, march forward, fight, and finally retreat, and the soldiers in white uniforms suddenly put on The soldiers in gray uniforms seem to have changed into purple uniforms, while the background is full of flame-like golden iridescent colors.Later, when nature's stage technicians dimmed the lights, the purple army overcame and swallowed up the orange-yellow army, turning into deeper magenta and gray, expressing in the last five minutes an unspeakable tragedy and A spectacle of dark catastrophe before all light is wiped out.It didn't cost me a cent to see the greatest play I've ever seen in my life. Then there are the mountains of silence, and that silence is healing—those silent mountains, silent stones, silent trees, everything is silent and majestic.Every good mountain that surrounds it is a sanitarium.A person feels very comfortable when snuggled in its arms like a baby.I don't believe in Christian Science, but I do believe in the spiritual healing power of those great old trees and mountain resorts, not for a broken shoulder bone or a wounded and diseased skin, but for physical ambition and diseases of the soul—theft, hubris, egotism, mental halitosis, bond disease, securities disease, "dominant" disease, war neurosis, poetry avoidance neurosis, accusation, resentment, social exhibitionism, general confusion, and moral incongruity of every sort. The enjoyment of nature is an art, very much related to one's mood and personality, and, like all arts, its technique is difficult to explain.Everything has to happen naturally, out of an artistic temper.So it is very difficult to lay down rules about the enjoyment of this tree or that tree, of this stone or that stone, or of this landscape or that at a certain moment, Because nothing is exactly the same in the world.If a man can understand, he will know how to enjoy the sights of nature without being told.Havelock Ellis and VanderVelde, what can and cannot be done, or what is refined and what is crude, when it comes to the art of love between husband and wife in their private bedroom , cannot be limited by rules: this kind of statement is very wise.The same goes for the art of enjoying nature.Perhaps the best way to do this is to study the lives of characters with an artistic temperament.A sense of nature, a dream one has of a landscape one saw a year ago, a sudden desire to visit a certain place—these things spring up at the most unexpected moments.A man with an artistic temper will show it wherever he goes, and writers who take real pleasure in the enjoyment of nature will often be engrossed in describing a beautiful snow scene or a spring evening, and forget the story altogether or layout.The autobiographies of journalists and statesmen are often full of reminiscences of past deeds, but those of men of letters should devote most of their space to reminiscing about a merry evening or a trip to a certain valley with friends.In this sense, I find the autobiographies of Kipling and Gistleton disappointing.Why are the important anecdotes of their lives considered so unimportant, and the unimportant anecdotes so important?People, people, are people after all, and there is no mention of flowers, birds and mountains and rivers at all! The memoirs and letters of Chinese literati are different in this respect.The important thing is to describe in a letter to a friend a night spent on the lake, or to describe in an autobiography a day of great joy and how it was spent.Chinese writers, at least some of them, especially like to reminisce about their married life in writing.Regarding this kind of writing, Mao Bijiang's "Yingmei Temple Reminiscences", Shen Sanbai's, and Jiang Tan's "Autumn Stirrup Suoyi" are the best examples.The first two books were written by two men after their wives died, and the second by an elderly writer while his wife was still alive. (There are also some other works. For example, Li Liweng also wrote two articles about his two concubines, both of whom were good at singing, and he trained them himself.) We will start with "Autumn Stirrup Suoyi" " (The protagonist is Qiufu, the author's wife), and then some excerpts from (The protagonist is Yun).Both women had the right temper, though they were not particularly educated, nor good poets.It doesn't matter.No one should aim to write immortal poetry; one should learn to write poetry only for the purpose of describing a meaningful moment, a private heart love, or increase the enjoyment of nature. (A) Qiu Fu Qiu Fu said Yu Yun every time: "In a hundred years of life, half of it is dreaming, half of it is worrying about illness, and half of it is half of being a baby, and only eleven or twelve ears are left. Besides, the quality of willows in our generation may not be that of a hundred years." .” The autumn moon is just beautiful, and Qiufu orders the young girl to carry the qin, and put the boat between the lotus on the two lakes.At that time, I returned from Xixi and reached the door. Qiu Fu went out first, because she bought "melon skin" and traced it.When they met under the second bridge of Su Causeway, Qiu Fufang composed the song "Autumn Resentment in the Han Palace" on drums and qin.Yu listened for the lapel.At this time, the four mountains were covered with smoke, the stars and the moon were in the water, and there was a lot of noise. I don't know the sound of the wind in the sky.Before the sound of the piano ended, the boat had already moved to the south bank of Yiyuan.Because of knocking on the door of Baiyun Nunnery, the nuns met each other.Sit down, pick new lotuses in the pond, and make soup to advance.The color and fragrance are clear and refreshing, which is enough to refresh the intestines.Go back to the boat to Duanjiaqiao, land on the shore, put the bamboo mat on the ground, and sit and talk for a long time.Hearing the hustle and bustle of the city, like flies camping, it is very noisy. ... At that time, the stars were getting thinner and the lake was white.Listening to the drumming at the top of the city, it was already sinking for the fourth time, so I took the piano and rowed away. The plantains planted by Qiufu have grown large leaves to shade the curtain; when autumn comes, the wind and rain drip, and when I smell it on my pillow, my heart is broken.One day, Yu Xi asked Ye Shangyun: "Who is busy planting bananas? Xiaoxiao early! Night is also Xiaoxiao! " See Ye Shang's continuation book tomorrow: "Your mood is too boring! I planted plantains, Blame plantain again! " Calligraphy and painting are soft and charming, and this autumn Fu drama is also written.However, more than this, it is not shallow to understand people. At night, I heard the sound of wind and rain, and the pillow mat gradually became cooler.Qiufu took off her evening make-up, and Yu sat by the desk, not halfway through making "Hundred Flowers Illustrated Notes".Hearing the sound of yellow leaves blowing and falling down the window, Qiu Fu Gu Jing chanted and said: "Yesterday is better than today, This year is old last year. " Yu Danran said: "If you are less than a hundred years old, can An Neng wipe away tears for others?" Noir is throwing pens.Late at night, the autumn flowers are thinking of drinking, the tiles are warm, and there is no fire left. If they want to call Xiaohuan, they all cover their heads and go to the house, and they have been away for a long time.In Yu Fen's case, a lamp was placed in the tea stove, and he drank a cup of warm lotus seed soup. Qiufu had lung disease for ten years, and coughed in late autumn, so she had to sleep soundly with a high pillow.This year's physical strength is strong, and the bun is facing each other, often until nightfall, and it is almost the result of sleep and meal adjustments. Yu made plum blossom painting clothes for Qiufu, covered with fragrant snow, looking like a green calyx fairy, lightly in the world.Every spring evening, the green sleeves are leaning on the railing, and the butterflies on the sideburns are so vivid that they don't know where the east wind is going. Last year, the swallows came late, and the peach blossoms outside the curtain were almost gone.In the middle of the night, the mud in the nest suddenly poured, and the young fell to the ground.Qiufu was afraid of being snatched by dogs, so she hurriedly collected them, and nailed bamboo pieces to the beams to support the common nest.This year the swallows come back, so the nest is still there, whispering around the house.Almost still remember last year's nurse? Qiufu is good at chess, but not very good at it.Every night, I will talk with Yu hand, or at Dadan, I will play with Zhu Tuo's words and say: "I have lost all the money and weeds, so ask me to pay me back tonight?" Yeah? Please take the jade tiger you wear as a gamble." Playing dozens of pieces, the chess game gradually loses. Qiufu puts the dog on her lap, disrupting the chess situation.Yu Xiaoyun: "Son, you think you are a jade slave?" Qiufu is hilarious, and the silver candle is shining, and the peach blossoms have already been seen on the cheeks.Since then, no more chess. There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the Hupao Spring, lying on top of the stone.When the flowers are blooming, the steps are full of yellow snow, just like traveling in Tianxiang country, which is a pleasant view.I am addicted to flowers, and I often cook tea with Qiu Fu.The autumn lotus twists the hairpin on the temples, the hair on the forehead is messed up by the branches, and the rest is swept away by the spring water.Before going, I folded a few branches of flowers, put them on the back of the cart, and carried them into the city gate, hoping that people would know the news of the new autumn. (B) Yun One is the memoirs of an unknown Chinese painter about his married life with his wife Yun.They were both down-to-earth and artistic people who tried to make the most of every moment of joy they got; the story of this man was told with great candor and spontaneity.For some reason, I think Yun is the loveliest woman in Chinese literature.It was a wretched life they led, but also the happiest, the kind of joy that springs from the soul.It is interesting to see how the enjoyment of nature became a major part of their spiritual life.We are now excerpting three passages from this book, describing how they spent the two festivals of Qixi Festival and July 15th, and how they spent a summer and winter in Suzhou City: It's the seventh day of the seventh year, and Yun sets up incense candles, melons and fruits, and worships the heaven and the earth together in my pavilion.Yu engraved two seals of "May I be a husband and wife forever"; Yu held Zhu Wen and Yun held Bai Wen, thinking that they were used for correspondence.It was a beautiful night with a moonlight, looking down at the river, the waves were like waves, lightly holding a small fan, sitting side by side on the water window, looking up at the flying clouds across the sky, in a state of metamorphosis.Yun said: "The universe is as big as this one month. I don't know if there is as much love in the world today as we do?" Well, there are certainly many people who testify silently with the mind of wisdom; if a couple contemplates the same, the ones who comment on it may not be in Yunxia's ear." After a few days, the candle embers and the moon sinks, and the fruit is withdrawn and returned to the bed. Watching in July is commonly known as Ghost Festival.Yun prepares for a drink, and plans to invite the moon to have fun, and the night is suddenly cloudy and dark.Yun said with embarrassment: "If the concubine can grow old with the king, the moon will come out." Yu is also dull.But seeing the fireflies on the other bank extinguishing thousands of points, combing and weaving among the willow embankment and Liaozhu, Yu and Yun combined sentences to relieve depression, and after the two rhymes, the connection was more than vertical, wanting to enter the non-barbarians, talking casually.Yun has already rinsed her saliva and shed tears, and the rest of her heart is laughing, unable to make a sound.He felt that the jasmine on his temples was very fragrant, so he patted his back and interpreted it in other words: "I think the ancients used jasmine as a pearl, so it was used to help makeup and press the temples. I don't know that this flower must be stained with oily hair and powder, and its fragrance is more lovely. The bergamot you offer should be back three homes." Yun Naizhi smiled and said: "The bergamot is a gentleman in the fragrance, only if it is intentional or not, Jasmine is a villain in the fragrance, so you have to take advantage of others, and its fragrance is like a smile on your shoulders." Yu said: "How far is Qing from a gentleman and close to a villain?" Yun said: "I laugh that a gentleman loves the ears of a villain." .Leaning against the window for a drink, there were only three glasses of wine, and suddenly there was a loud noise under the bridge, as if someone had fallen.Looking carefully through the window, the wave is as bright as a mirror, and nothing can be seen, only the sound of a duck running on the river beach.I knew that there were always drowning ghosts beside the Canglang Pavilion, and I was afraid that Yun would be timid, so I didn't dare to speak out.Yun said: "Hey! This sound is also, why did you come here?" Can't help but shudder, close the window hurriedly, bring wine back to the room, a lamp like a bean, the tent hangs down, the bow shadows the cup snake, and the mind is still undecided. .After ticking the lamp and entering the account, Yun was already suffering from cold and heat, and Yu followed suit, struggling for twenty days.The so-called extreme happiness is a disaster, and it is also a sign that the white head will not end. The book is full of such beautiful and moving words, showing a kind of infinite love for nature.Readers can see this from the following passage describing how they spent a summer: In Qiancangmi Lane, Yu Yanqi's sleeping building is called Binxiang Pavilion, which is named after Yun, so it is like a guest.The courtyard is narrow and the walls are high, and there is nothing to be desired.There is a wing building at the back, which leads to the library. The window opens to Lu's abandoned garden, but it looks like desolation.The scenery of the Canglang is always in the arms of Yun. There is an old woman who lives in the east of Jinmu Bridge and in the north of Geng Lane.There are vegetable gardens around the house, and fences are used as gates.Outside the door there is a pool of about acre, with the shadows of flowers and trees interspersed with the fence. ... There are several martial arts in the west of the house, and the rubble is piled up into a mountain. You can overlook it from the top of the mountain.The woman even said that Yun was fascinated,... the next day to the place, there are only two rooms, separated by four, with paper windows and bamboo couches, which is quite interesting. ... There are only two old couples next door, and they irrigate the garden for business. Zhiyu and his wife spend the summer here.Pay the price, don't accept it, Yun makes shoes to repay it, and accept it at the beginning of thanks.It was July, the shade of the trees was thick, the wind was blowing on the water, and the cicadas were singing.The old neighbor is also making fishing rods, fishing with Yun in the depths of the willow shade.At sunset, climb the earth mountain, watch the sunset glow, and sing in unison at will.In Shaoyan Yueyin Pond, the sound of insects can be heard everywhere, and a bamboo couch is set up under the fence.The old woman reported that the wine was warm and the rice was cooked, so she drank together under the moonlight and ate with a little tipsiness.After taking a bath, use sandals and banana fans, or sit or lie down, and listen to the old neighbors talking about karma. Returning home with three drums, the surrounding body is cool and cool, and I hardly know that I am living in the city. Qian neighbors by the fence buy chrysanthemums and plant them all over the place.The flowers bloom in September, and I live with Yun for ten days.My mother also came to watch with pleasure, holding her pincers against the chrysanthemum, enjoying the sun.Yunxi said: "In his years, he and the king built this place, bought ten acres of vegetable gardens around the house, and taught servants to plant melons and vegetables for salary. The king painted and embroidered, thinking that poetry and wine are needed. The commoner can be happy for life, and there is no need to travel far. It’s a plan.” Yu Shen agreed.Now that you have a state, but your confidant is lost, you can sigh!