Chapter 17 Section 17

A well-tailored new society, brand new and bright, everyone is a glorious laborer, from barefoot farmers to pedicures in the bathhouse, they are all included in various units!All are organized to serve the people, and they are selected as advanced models for their outstanding performance, and they are commended in the report.No idlers!Begging and prostitution are also not allowed, and rations are distributed according to rations, and a bowl of rice will not be wasted.They all eliminate self-interest, and they all live on wages or work points.Everything is owned by the society, including every laborer. It is strictly managed, making it seamless, and there is no escape for the gangsters. Except for those who were shot, all went to prison, or sent to the farm for labor reform. The red flag is fluttering. Although the kingdom of heaven is only in its infancy, it is realized in this way.

The newcomer was also created, a perfect example, a little soldier named Lei Feng, an orphan without father and mother, who grew up under the flag of the Five Star Red, did not know what it was to be an individual, sacrificed himself to save others, and lost his life.This stoic hero has a first-time literacy, can write and read his thoughts, is infinitely grateful to the party, and is willing to be a polished screw to regulate every citizen, and everyone still has to learn.For such a newcomer, he had some doubts in his heart, but in the ideological reporting system in the university at that time, everyone had to express their hearts to the party, and their own feelings and other people's feelings, including doubts, had to be handed over at the thought summary meeting.He was fooled, and accidentally asked a question, can being a hero not jump on the explosives and blow them to pieces?Is a motor more useful than a screw?It immediately caused an uproar in the class, and the girls shouted even louder.He was criticized, but luckily it was only at the class discussion meeting, the problem was not very serious, but he learned a lesson from it: to be a man, you have to lie, if you want to tell the truth, you should die.However, the fundamental impossibility of a pure person is that after many years, from the experience of others and from himself, the experience of others can only be understood after he has verified it by himself and suffered a lot.Otherwise, even the experience experienced by others cannot become a lesson.

You don't have to go to those kind of study seminars, you don't have to go to study, you don't have to confess, you don't have to go to this new myth.However, at the time, he was very depressed and wanted to express his feelings. He asked a few middle school classmates who were all in college in Beijing to meet in Zizhuyuan Park in the western suburbs.They are in their own universities, fortunately they are not directly involved, and they are both motivated to do some literature, have written some poems and the like, and both want to get out of the campus where their thoughts are confined.At that time, the park was not long since it was opened, and it was still quite desolate. There was only a tea house selling cakes by the lake, and these poor students could not afford to sit in the tea house. There were quiet places far away from the lake without tourists.On the grass under the shade of the trees, the breeze blows the fragrance of wheat. Next to the soil is the wheat field. It is probably May, and the wheat has already been filled.

The big head said that he wanted to write a play similar to Mayakovsky's "A Bathing Pond..."—so he was nicknamed the big head, not only because he won the city's middle school students' math competition, but also because the hat he wore in winter was indeed one or two bigger than other children No.Luckily, Da Tou returned to his mathematics and didn't write anything about bathhouse mud ponds, but he just published two papers in English in the International Journal of Mathematics!When Ge Wenhua's order came, he took it to the countryside to graze cattle for eight years.The big head's problem didn't come from this gathering, but that after graduation, he missed a frivolous sentence in the dormitory of his research institute and was reported by his peers.

The problem was the listless Cheng Mahang, who got his nickname because when he was in middle school, he would always wear his father's old clothes and dangle them around his thin body.Cheng's diary was peeped by classmates in the dormitory, which recorded their meeting and reported it to the Communist Youth League branch. The mandarin jacket was also the only member of their group, and somehow got mixed in.The diary did not record their conversations at the meeting. The thing happened was that the diary wrote about a woman, who was said to be obscene. I don't know if it was a fantasy or a real person.Someone from Cheng's university came to him to investigate, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

During the party, he talked about the Paris at the beginning of the century written in Ehrenburg's memoirs, the bar where the group of surrealist poets and painters met, and that Meyerholt was shot for engaging in formalism.The big head’s words were even more shocking, saying that Khrushchev’s secret anti-Stalin report was shocking. He read it from the English-language Moscow News, when foreign language newspapers and periodicals in the university library were not strictly controlled.Among the four people at the party, the other one studied biological inheritance, talked about Indian philosophy, and said that Tagore's poems are the intersection of god and man.Those who came to investigate didn't ask any questions, that is to say, Ma Gua was friendly enough and didn't betray everyone.The question is whether there are any girls at this party, and do you know this guy's relationship with men and women outside of school?Only then did he save himself from danger, and the gathering just this time came to an end.

You have been in Paris for many years and never thought of finding that bar.Once, by pure chance, the same poet, also from China, came out after dinner at the home of a French writer.The Latin Quarter is very lively at midnight. Passing by a bar, the glass doors and windows are full of people inside and out, and when you look up, you can see the neon sign - Luotonda, maybe this is the bar!You sat down at a small round table where people just got up, and you spoke either English or German, and you were all tourists. The French poets and artists who are about to enter the new century have not yet been scattered.

There is no movement, no doctrine, no group. Luckily, the gang in Zizhuyuan braked in time, and no one reported anyone. But based on your voice, even if you don’t label it as a counter-revolutionary, even if you write it down in the file, you There is no today.Afterwards, you all learn to put on a mask, so that you can hide your voice in your heart without extinguishing it. When you wake up, a few white clouds move slowly in the night sky outside the window, and you can't figure out where you are for a while, you feel lazy and don't want to move, and you haven't thought about the past like this for a long time.You look at your watch, turn around and get up. You have to get to the theater before the end of the show, and then take a photo with all the cast and stage staff, and then go to the restaurant for dinner. There will always be something wrong after the last show.

From one city to another, from one country to another, the whereabouts of migratory birds are less stable than that of migratory birds, you just enjoy the momentary happiness, fly as hard as you can, and fall down after myocardial infarction. A restrained bird seeks pleasure in flight and no longer has to worry about itself. The reserved room in the restaurant is full of dozens of people, clinking glasses, laughing, and exchanging addresses, and nine out of ten will never see each other again. This world is really big.A broad-eyed and strong girl who plays the heroine in the play wants you to leave a message for her on the poster, you put a line behind her name and write

"A good woman".She narrowed her eyes and asked treacherously: "Where is the good thing?" "It's good to be free," you say. Everyone booed and applauded, so she raised her arms, turned around, and showed off her strong and beautiful waist.Another stupefied young man asked: "What do you think about marriage?" you say: "If you haven't done it, you have to do it again." "What about the finished one?" He asked again. You just have to say: "Try it again." Everyone applauded again.But the dumb boy stared at him and asked again:

"Do you have many girlfriends?" you say: "Love is like sunshine and air and wine." Everyone came over to toast with you one after another. There are no such etiquettes and rules when you are with young people, so you have a lot of trouble. "What about art?" asked a timid voice from the girl next to you. "Art is just a way of living." You say that you are living at this very moment, and you don’t seek immortality. Tombstones are all for the living and have nothing to do with the dead.You also drank too much, you might as well make a court statement.You just want to have fun when you make a show, and you have to have fun when you do it. You said that it is a pleasure to work with everyone, thank you all. Your assistant director is slender and poised!They are older than this group of young actors. On behalf of everyone, they love your play written ten years ago very much. It is not out of date. I hope you will come back to perform your new work again.You don't want to disappoint everyone by saying that the world is not big, Hong Kong can be seen at a glance on the map, there are always opportunities.Of course I understand that the bird that flies out of the cage will never go back into the cage again.You think of the arid plateau in central France, looking down from the cliff at the steeple-protruding church in the small town below, away from the road, the French girl is lying naked on her back in the grass basking in the sun.The round arms covering the eyes and the round body are dazzlingly white in the sun. The wind can hear the cries of eagles hovering in the middle of the hanging rocks at the foot, and the sound of wings flapping. These eagles were bought from Turkey and released. Yes, native French eagles have long been extinct. You need to stay away from the pain, calm your mind and look down on the memories that have become dark, find a few bright spots, so that you can look at the road you have traveled. They are still young, what you have experienced they may have to do it all over again?It's their business, they have their destiny, you don't bear the pain of others, you are not a savior, only save yourself.