Chapter 54 cold fire

Director Sun is my college classmate. He was famous far and wide for his good words in his dreams when the stock market was in its infancy.I remember the atmosphere at that time was really strange. The boys in the whole school lost interest in the girls. When the BP machine rang in the evening, they all ran out to buy subscription cards.At dawn, they walked back to school collectively, tortured by the excitement of getting rich all night, looking devastated.That was the beginning of the age of enchantment in which we now live.Until now, sometimes when I fly, I see rows of middle-class gentlemen sitting in the economy class, with cropped hair, wearing high-count cotton shirts and wearing Bluetooth headsets. To the shadow of that year. "Seeing him building a tall building, seeing him singing and dancing, seeing his building collapsed", the doers of the new era are ambitious, and their eyes are shining. I eat a bowl of hot dry noodles and burp. Watching them turn around makes me feel dizzy. .

Faust said, "How beautiful you are, please stop." What I wanted to say was, "You are so ugly, please stop." A nihilist hates economic development and personal struggle so much. What makes me deeply ashamed is the atmosphere of greed, hatred, confusion and indomitable progress that pervades the entire era.I will think again and again of Director Sun's dream talk back then. The reason why it became a classic is precisely because it has nothing to do with the most popular stocks at that time.Sometimes he spoke English that no one could understand, sometimes he threatened to knock off Astro Boy's head, and one night he gritted his teeth and said, "Chinese literature will be even more bleak in ten years' time."

This is very strange, but you have to understand that we are in the Chinese Department, and we are against the current of the times.Most of my classmates have no interest in literature, and were sent to the Chinese Department after failing to pass the law and economics exams, but this did not stop them from temporarily submitting to the literary essence of thousands of years of human beings. magic.Why don't the Bedouins in the desert eat dried shrimp?Just because they haven't eaten it.Shrimps are forever, and a piece is passed on forever, so is literature and art.I remember a guy lying in bed reading Haruki Murakami, the protagonist fucked a girl who was lovelorn, and the girl said afterwards, "Hey, can we meet again?" I took a cucumber, peed, and fell asleep." At that time, it was not enough for a story to be lascivious and selfish, it had to be bleak enough, and so many people liked Salinger because of this.It's not like now, it's all time travel, grave digging, stallion and so on.

At that time I read more of the kind of dull books that you can't read when your attention is distracted, but when you finish reading you will sigh deeply in the spring evening.You were young then, and adrenaline was pumping through your veins like a bag of popping candy.The best book I read during that time was Natalie Sallott's "Planetarium", and I wouldn't re-read it now for ten thousand dollars.You can imagine what it's like to read a book with at least 30,000 ellipses, like driving a classic car that turns off every 20 meters.I risked my life and drove this car to the end of the world.That is the gap in history, where life has not been filled, where it is interesting for young people to look up and see something.

What happened between then and now?A change is obvious, until 5 years after graduation, a taxi driver asked me, what grade are you in?Then no one asked, and then people stopped belittling me because I looked childish.Which means I'm old enough to stop looking poor and uncaring, though a little later than some shit.This also shows that the past will never return.There is another variation that is elusive.You feel that everything you have seen, heard, or even unseen and unheard in this life has changed, but it is difficult to attribute the inner logic.When I was in journalism, one of my professional responsibilities was to record history, but that history was always like a fog.

It's meaningless to dwell on the past, and I don't want to beautify the past. I just feel that today's life could have taken another direction, but it doesn't.I found out through feeling rather than reason that today's Chinese society is not as good as we expected back then. At least one thing is clear and unmistakable, Director Sun's prediction has already come true.Now that it's "ten years later", at least you can see our culture getting hotter and dumber.I went to the bookstore and saw a lot of books; I went shopping online and saw a lot of books.What I saw was a torn book.I see prosperity, but it's a prosperity that crumbles away once the stupid sandy foundation is pulled away.You know that journalism means Sina.com, which snatches traditional media for free, literature means vulgar starting point Chinese.com, movies mean Lunar New Year films, and TV means Hunan Satellite TV shows with a bunch of little girls screaming and screaming. Tears glisten—what they call polymorphic, I call it monotonous.More importantly, does the lackluster situation not only appear in the cultural field?When we devoted ourselves to our first job more than ten years ago, entered the university four years earlier, or wrote the first composition "I want to be a scientist when I grow up" or earlier in the third grade of elementary school. Any moment that has ever harbored a bitter dream, is this what we want?

Some will say that this is inevitable.Well, nothing to criticize.I admit it to a certain extent, and even say it myself at times.But don't forget that people can forgive history, but they cannot let history forgive themselves.Everything today, progress and decay, beauty and ugliness, lifelessness and grotesqueness, are all created by us who dodge ourselves and are powerless to prevent it. In terms of values ​​and the market, we are all going with the flow, pushing the boat along the current, and would rather be a maggot with a bone than a free butterfly.We are responsible for the injustice, unkindness, ugliness and lack of quality in any industry.Our generation has obtained the position of the backbone of the society, and may have obtained the benefits of the backbone of the society, but it has not assumed the responsibility of the backbone of the society.We slickly bypassed the sharp corner of historical responsibility, determined to head towards the narrow middle-class home.This is not a condemnation, on the contrary, I just regret to understand a fact that everyone can see and state it.We are too self-deprecating and self-deprecating in front of profit, and too arrogant and rude in front of righteousness. When history is taking pictures, we see that our posture is ugly.

Don't worry, people often say with a kind of patience unique to the Chinese that this is a period of social transformation.The question is, where is the car of society going?Is there anyone, even if he is a driver, who can tell the answer?Is there any literate person who can say that he is not worried in this car with a locked steering wheel and a bold speeding car on a foggy road? Nothing is answered.I just saw a "temporary" world, and it will go on "temporarily" for a long time.Everything about it is "temporary" and cannot have long-term ambitions.It is transitional, not knowing where the other shore is.There is a cluster of cold fire burning awkwardly, whether it is GDP or a commercial love song, all are brilliant, prosperous and flashy in this fire, but there is no real temperature.In the past, students invested in the stock market in the false light of the early 1990s, and today people are toiling in the false fire, but where is the peace of mind? Where is the soul of society?If we prefer this, then most mundanely speaking, the business environment is not going to improve, and the development dividend is nearing its end, Director Sun should lie on the bed and continue the new chapter, "China's economy will be even more depressed in ten years." But here In the hot and cold night of the times, a half-sentence of nonsense can't match Li Lieqiu's voice.