Chapter 51 Flying through the fragmented history

It's only in the last few years that my generation has come to realize that nothing in the world doesn't make sense.Prior to this, although Hegel's "existence is rationality" was quite popular, in fact, everyone was unwilling to admit it in the bottom of their hearts.At that time, the power of the market economy changed China, but it did not shake our outlook on life. I remember that in May 1998, there was a very narrow skylight in the Hanyuan Bookstore on Shaoxing Road in Shanghai.At noon, the sun was streaming down there, between bright and brilliant, and "Nessun Dorma" suddenly came out from the record player.It was one of many amazing moments in my life.Because of the sunshine and silence, the song suddenly became very different at that moment.Or rather, it showed what it was.I continued to drink black tea, observe the receptionists in the bookstore, and the city life outside the window.I think everything can come to a standstill.

But time didn't stop, it still rushed us forward. Flying can also bring similar but second-class exhilaration.As an aviation fanatic, I feel genuinely happy every time I fly.As soon as I arrived at the airport, I started to feel happy, and I had to spend a lot of money in those expensive airport restaurants.When I got on the plane, I saw that the light beige interior was clean and soft, and the rows of seats were as pure and innocent as kindergarten stools. The stewardess was as kind and pleasant as my girlfriend, and I knew that there would be a simple snack or wrapped in tin foil. When the hot rice is available, I'm in a good mood and I'm about to whistle.

When the plane floats in the stratosphere at 9,000 meters, and the snow-white clouds roll and change under our feet, we will enjoy the inner peace.Even if you hold a discounted ticket, you can still enjoy the brilliant sunshine without any discount. It is so empty and vast, hanging to a place where there is nowhere to be found. I think the joy of flying is that you can get away from the real world and enjoy a few hours of peace in the world and the silence of the universe.If this is a kind of escape, then its advantage is that it can be repeated again and again.Like playing "Roman Revival", if your country is occupied by the enemy, then lead a few farmers to run, run to a remote place, and listen to the birds while waiting for the terrible moment when the enemy's two-headed horses arrive.

When we are idealists, we feel like prisoners in a huge cell because the time keeps passing by.At that time we still had the melancholy faces of our teenage years, and in any case felt that our lives were full of ridiculous futility.But in an era when economics is widely accepted as a way of interpreting the world, all conflicts about the heart suddenly become flat. I guess it's not my story, or me and my contemporaries, or even a story about age.I believe this is the history of China. In the 21st century, influenced by the values ​​of the times, Chinese people of all ages, like mangoes in summer, regardless of their size, are ripening together.The current of the times has overflowed every raft and soaked our feet, and the heavy rain will come sooner or later.