Chapter 30 thirty

On the surface, everything described in "Das Kapital" has nothing to do with the reality I am currently in.Marx said clearly at the beginning that the capitalist mode of production is manifested as "an astonishingly huge accumulation of commodities", but at the edge of this desert, there is an astonishing shortage of commodities, and even a pair of fleece trousers cannot be bought.In books, the form of currency has developed to the world currency, "reverting to the original bar form of precious metals", but at this time and place, potatoes and yellow radishes, yellow radishes and Longines watches are still doing barter exchanges, Money is extremely unreliable as a token of value...but, precisely because of this, I cannot treat her as a dogma.The more I read, the more I feel that Marx's book is training me a way of thinking, a way of looking at the world.I can regard the concepts of "commodity", "currency", "capital" and so on as algebraic letters such as x, y, z, etc., and with Marx's analysis and application of various concepts, a certain concept will naturally form in my mind. An equation of thinking, a pattern of thinking.This thinking formula or thinking pattern can be applied to the analysis of any external things.The way to grasp this worldview is not difficult.What is needed here is faith, that is, to firmly believe that this method of worldview is in line with the law of the development of things.At the same time, all the concepts in "Das Kapital" are not new to me.My background in a bourgeois family, brought up by stock exchange brokers and factory capitalists, now helps me to understand Marx's theories.There are many concepts, and I even have perceptual knowledge, such as the difference between use value and exchange value, changes in the relative value of gold and silver, currency circulation and changes in the shape of commodities, currency as a means of circulation, storage, means of payment, and various aspects of world currencies. This kind of function and so on, this is what I often heard from my parents who admired Morgan when I was a child.I remember that the first time I knew about the book "Das Kapital" was when I was ten years old, in that green living room, and occasionally heard an old professor from Sichuan University introduce it to my father.He said that if you want to run a factory well and become a capitalist, you have to read Das Kapital.It can be seen that as long as it is objective truth, she is useful to anyone.Just as Kennedy would study "Mao Zedong's guerrilla tactics"-this is what I learned not long ago from a farm worker who went to Zhennanbao to buy salt.The wrapping paper of that bag of salt was "Reference News", and the words "Keep Preserving" were imprinted on the headline.In this way, there is nothing dull or obscure in Marx's books in my eyes. When I read her, all kinds of abstract concepts will be reduced to concrete images, and every page of the book is a fragment of a vivid and vivid world.I devour this spiritual treat every night at Lantana's house.However, as I "transcend myself," I also transcend the edge of the almost wild desert in which I now exist.Sometimes, when my eyes are tired-reading under a dim oil lamp, my eyes are easy to get tired, I often raise my head and look at her.I gradually felt that she became strange.Although she is beautiful, kind, and innocent, she is still a vulgar woman after all.Sitting on the kang, she also looked at me with surprised, mischievous and smiling eyes.The smile rippled in the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and mouth, and it seemed that it would soon overflow into a big laugh.This shows that my gaze and expression must be ridiculous at this time.However, I know that she will never see my state of mind towards her at the moment.This state of mind even scares me a little.Since she is still a vulgar woman, and since I have regained my past memories and become an "intellectual", but I am still receiving her favor, what is the current relationship between me and her? Woolen cloth?

Everyone can only collect all kinds of experience and knowledge from memories, compare and contrast with the things in front of them, and understand the things in front of them through comparison and comparison.She, of course, cannot be said to be the artistic image of Fantine, Marguerite, Esmejhalda and other degraded women I am familiar with, but the word "American Hotel" always haunts me, It always reminds me of Du Mu and Liu Yong's "love affairs" who lost their official careers and went to brothels.When she brought the hot mixed rice to the earthen platform and put it next to my book, she sang the rough but beautiful "Hua'er" to Ershe softly

When I was young, I would naturally think of the poems written by boring literati who praised "Weiyang has been beautiful since ancient times", such as "Red sleeves add fragrance to reading at night", "Xiaohong sings me to blow the flute" and other artistic conceptions. I started to "get ahead of myself", but my feelings for her also began to change.At this time, as Goethe said in "Faust": "Two souls, alas! Dwell in my chest." On the one hand, I am reading Marx's book, and she wants to transform my thoughts and views into those of laborers. On the one hand; on the one hand, past experience and knowledge always make me feel that there is a gap between laborers and me. I am superior to him (her) in spiritual realm and belong to a higher level.