Chapter 11 Buddha is on line 1
About 1.5 times a week, I take the ultimately sad Line 1 subway to work, transported like a roundworm egg to the east of Beijing.The new lines of the Beijing Subway all have the style of a G2 member state, like Line 10, with new cars and soft seats, as if they still have the luster of the Olympics.But this line is not good, most of them are gray and old cars, not even air-conditioning, and the broken electric fan blows me like sheep flu.It also has the majesty of a state-owned enterprise, and has set a lot of rules for passengers, no begging, no noise, no indecent and so on-every tunnel entrance has a warning sign, "No entry!" But it itself does not There are a lot of rules, sometimes there are too many people on the platform, the driver will let the people go, and immediately close the door, humming, humming, and fleeing.At other times, when it was on, a piece of Beijing dialect came out from the loudspeaker: According to the instructions of the superior, the train will not stop at Xidan Station.If you dare to go to Xidan, you have to ask your "superior" for instructions.Its discourse system is still stuck in the mid-1980s.
Just buy a 2 yuan card to go back to 1985, which is definitely worth the money, so I enjoy each way for more than 40 minutes.I have greatly improved my ability to sleep, and I can sleep standing up, and I will never stagger.Sometimes I also play PSP like others, and play 4 rounds of novice-level live football. Even if I lead Arsenal to the Chinese national team, the outcome is very unpredictable.Most of the time I read with a book.I think that although I have been reduced to the subway, as long as I persist in studying, I will definitely have the hope of being promoted to a higher class.I found that from the stop where I got on the bus to Dawang Road, I could read 43 pages of "Dengcao Monk", but only 36 pages of "The Story of a Crazy Woman".
If I were serious about my subway experience, I would say that what I saw was exactly what the poet Pound said, "These ghostly faces in the crowd / Petals on wet black branches." True. , is this dim and lifeless atmosphere, though not quite claustrophobic.I've been down the coal mine twice, and it's only in the tunnels that you feel scared, because you can't help but think: fuck, I'm 600 meters underground.I used to only know that I had a fear of heights, but I didn't know that I had a fear of depths until I went to a coal mine.Then you stare at those gas detectors, but there is no suspense that they must have a red light with a concentration exceeding the standard.So the coal miners got off the mine carts and walked PIAPIA in the water-logged alleyway until they walked towards the dragon's cave.
In the subway, it is safe, and people are unhappy because they are simply wasting a little time.As a biological human being, I've had the pleasure of taking a taxi many times because it's a beautiful day when the breeze blows the little world around you and the sun floats over you like a boundless red nebula Around closed eyelids.You have the opportunity to be one with nature.At least you can see the way the trees on the street are swaying in the air.But in the subway you are never happy.You see gray lights and monotonous colors in the carriages, and people are sitting or hanging with dull expressions.You will also see people who are immersed in reverie, fantasize about some good things, and suddenly show strange smiles, and even mutter a few words silently.You see someone trying to dress up, but the shoes get dusty.You hear a few little girls next to you complain about how little their bonuses are this month, and last month it was 50 yuan, and then you glance over and see that they are really not very good-looking.
In general, I found that all kinds of people I met in this world have a common essence, and this essence is especially dominant in the subway, that is, whether happy or troubled, people are immersed in dreams .I have not met a single person who lived a completely sane life.You know that a person who rides the subway fantasizes about driving a BMW, and when driving a BMW, fantasizes about living in a villa with 15 acres of lawn. For those who live in a big villa, the organization is too clever to calculate, and it will inevitably offend people if it doesn’t work out.Each of us is pretty good, but each of us has a moment of fascination, fantasizing about something incomprehensible.I cannot say that it arouses in me pity for humanity.Resentment and hatred, you can't ask for it, life is like this, there is nothing new.I just realized one day that when I think about things this way, I am similar to Sakyamuni!The Buddha attained enlightenment at the age of 35, probably not as early as me.
But I think there is nothing unusual about "enlightened people". Compassion and kindness are the same, and they are just the meaning of middle-aged enlightenment.Instead, I've found that what really matters is whether or not we've done anything really exciting, exciting, and different before heading into the dragon's lair.Deconstructed - at least I have to learn to sleep on my head so the people in Line 1 think I'm Batman.