Chapter 31 ride a pig

Among the masters in ancient China, I do not appreciate Confucius. The old man has a good heart and self-cultivation, but other than that, he is lacklustre.Some people say that he is a thinker, but I don't see what kind of thinking he has. He is talking about benevolence and worldly experience, and experience cannot be called thinking.I see him as a strategist among thinkers, or, in layman's terms, a writer of leading aphorisms. Confucianism only mentions goals, but has no idea how to achieve them. This is a typical characteristic of leadership in our culture.An ancient person I admire is Cao Xueqin. He doesn't mention any goals, and he doesn't want to achieve any goals. He has only one ability: he can write.He said at the end of the book that this book was read by a few lonely old friends together. After drinking and eating, under the light window in the rainy night, there was something to relieve loneliness together. As for the adults and gentlemen, they played together. Go ahead, we don't care if your titles are handed down from generation to generation.

In my opinion, it took two thousand years for the truth of life to emerge on paper.The truth is that human beings are spirits, but they are finite and sad spirits.Being an individualist is always more reliable than being a communist.Human beings are a silly thing, but they are definitely more complicated than we understand, so if anyone else has the ambitions like the bewildered sages of the past, a wise person should ask him: Is this what humans should do?This is also a fact of life. I'm a naturalist who sees myself as the equivalent of a lilac tree or a urinal, and only appreciates myself infinitely when I remember that I'm not so infinitely appreciative of myself.Of course, I would like to thank Mr. Xueqin for teaching me.Basically, this is my outlook on life.It's not bad that such a person will act like a withdrawn individualist if he accidentally falls into the annoying mundane world.I don't like to have anyone control me, and I don't like to control anyone.I think that if a person has a bit of taste, it is impossible to face the world without being shy, and deeply feel how poor his mind is, how ordinary his personality is, and how limited the benefits he can provide to others may be. If you are willing to ride a pig to roam the world, let him make a PPT or write a few hardcover books to teach others, but you absolutely can't.

Therefore, I have never concealed my dislike for the declarative tone, I hate the house and the black, and I also hate the cadres of the student union.As for the reasons, of course I can give reasonable reasons, for example, such creatures have "boring words and hideous faces", such as "drilling camps", or the story, "Once upon a time, there was a dirty island, and there was a kind of dirty monkey on the island", etc. .To put it more bluntly, I really can't flatter opportunism.But I am more content with my right not to speak.The most insignificant in the world is Cao Xueqin, and the second insignificant is Xiao Ke. I hate it because I have a mind as natural as a morning glory. Excuse me, sir, can you control what the morning glory thinks?

This is an example of frivolity, but I think natural frivolity is better than artificial solemnity.Confucius may not agree with this.He admired the perfect society in his heart that one of his students said, saying that it is late spring, spring clothes are ready, adults are five or six, children are six or seven, take a bath in the river, appreciate the beauty of nature, and sing songs Bumped.This dream is so harmonious, shining with the luster of the golden age, it can be regarded as the Shandong version of Utopia.In my opinion, its advantage is that it is quiet, but its disadvantage is that it is too domesticated. A truly good world should retain tolerance for those who are not domesticated.

I would like to imagine such a scene: when the weather is fine, various cultural activities are held in the city, and all the poetry recitations and singers come, full of ugly appearances.The city government or the foundation pays, and the citizens can eat snacks and drink soda as they please.The money-hungry ordinary people all came out to set up stalls, and the city officials with the best martial arts did not come to kick their stalls.On the high platform, a great man with wisdom and beauty is giving a speech, talking about the peace and development of the Milky Way. On the other side, there is a hooligan who puts up a hammock, sleeps soundly on the high bed, and even halfway through his sleep, he stretches himself up and curses at others : "Why so noisy?" So the policemen had nothing to do, and their expressions were embarrassing.In fact, this scene is not uncommon on this earth. It has already been realized in some countries, and it is not a dream.But I think it's called the Great Society.

I don't want to be that hooligan myself, although that's about the best thing in the world.Thank God, if one day this society really comes to us, I will have new boredom, so I really have to ride a pig far away, then you can find me at the end of the glacier. The way to lead to this society must be simple, I think as long as there is this one is almost enough: the elimination of power.With the fruits of modern civilization, I can propose both goals and solutions, more like a thinker than Confucius.But Confucius is still a great man -- at least one point of Confucius' opinion is sympathetic to me, that is, a good life should have a good weather.I think that a person who knows how to appreciate the good weather is the beginning of benevolence.It's a pity that there are always too many adults and gentlemen dancing in the sky in history, like dark clouds, covering the good days that should have been like this.