Chapter 112 return

In the Maqiao language, the word "Wan" is pronounced Yuan, which is the same sound as "Yuan".End means the end, element means the beginning, the two opposite meanings are united in the same sound, and the two poles of the process are connected phonetically.So, when people in Maqiao say "return to Yuan.", do they mean returning to the end?Or does it mean returning to the beginning? If things all come to an end, then the process is a straight line that moves forward forever, never repeats, and always has the absolute position of front and back, that and this, right and wrong, so it has the meaning of comparison and judgment.On the contrary, if everything returns to the beginning, then the process is a circle that goes round and round forever, always in the overlap and inversion of front and back, each and this, right and wrong, which makes people confused.

In my opinion, historical optimists are nothing more than insisting on the two points of Wan and Yuan.Think of history as a straight line that moves forward forever, and all their achievements in honor and disgrace will be kept there forever and will be subject to accurate and fair final judgment.Their persistence will eventually pay off.The pessimists of history are nothing more than insisting on the unity of Wan and Yuan, and regard history as a circle that repeats forever. They are constantly advancing and regressing, constantly gaining and losing, everything is in vain. Which yuan will Maqiao people choose?Return to Yuan or return to Wan?

Or is it all yuan? Maqiao is such a place, a small village that is almost lost on the map. There are dozens of households in the upper and lower villages. There is a field and a mountain to lean on. Maqiao has many stones and a lot of soil. .These stones and soil have gone through tens of millions of years, and you can't see its changes no matter how open your eyes are.Every particle of it is confirming eternity, its endless flowing water, and the sound of thousands of years ago; and the dewdrops of thousands of years ago are still hanging on the grass leaves by the roadside, The sunlight from tens of thousands of years ago still blinds us to open our eyes—there is a buzzing incandescence ahead.

On the other hand, Maqiao is of course no longer the Maqiao it used to be, not even the Maqiao just a moment ago: a wrinkle appears, a white hair falls, a skinny hand loses its warmth, everything It went on quietly.Faces appear here and then disappear one by one, becoming a fact of never looking back.Only on these faces can we find traces of the progress of time.No force can stop it.There is no force that can prevent these faces from sinking in the land of Maqiao - just like the notes are gently extinguished on the strings.