Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Finding the Poet

"The howling wind blew across the sea, whistled, and the waves gathered, shouting one, two, one, beating the rocks with their fists. "The reef doesn't seem to be moving, let alone broken, and there are no scars on its body, but its heart has changed, it vibrates, it trembles, and it is thinking, why am I not the wave? But the wave has no self. When the wave leaves, We can't see where it's going. "We don't see any difference between this wave and that wave. I think I'm better off as a reef, I'm a reef freed from a quiver. That's what comes out of the water, never smooth, always edged But my heart is like an immemorial quiet pine, and the wind does not move." I am a homeless person, and I will not tell the origin of the scars on my face, although many friends have asked me about it. , can I say that this mark of shame comes from my native land?I remember that I was like a drop of dew, disappearing in the morning that connected the rainy night, with endless pain on my body. In a foreign land, my wounds gradually healed, but my life was not fulfilling.I saw that the truth is always concealed, and the truth is always almost spoken.Politicians are stars, and economists, philosophers, thinkers, and scientists all revolve around them.Literati are no exception, and this situation has not been fundamentally improved so far.The independent personality has been brought up again and again and cut into slices again and again, which makes people analyze it as a laughing stock.However, the days in a foreign land are the days of studying.Huang Renyu's is a good book with a real original perspective.Chinese history is like a dry boat performance. The boat enters once, then retreats, enters twice, retreats twice, and never enters the water.Why is it that most of China's history, especially the era praised by later generations, is the crux of Chinese history's stagnation?Huang Renyu found the answer, and his answer is: "General government orders are high-sounding at the top, but not real at the bottom. The logic among bureaucrats is valued more than the actual administrative efficiency, and etiquette and righteousness can also replace administration. All kinds of abuses continued until the twentieth century. , and the biggest problem is that when Western Europe and Japan have presided over state affairs in the spirit of commercial organizations, China still has hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians who cannot manage numerically.” His answer is a key, a key Not in his hands.But what can I do?The days in a foreign land are also used to make a living.A man who can't afford any jewelry at all writes about jewelry appreciation for Jewelers magazine; a man who stays away from fashion writes arty things in Fashion Review, that's what I, a poet out of time, do for.At this point, if I go to talk extravagantly about such angular reefs and independent personalities, won't my face turn red?

I haven't written poetry for a long time, and only wrote a poem "The Birth of a Scandal" on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1996. Why do I remember it?Yesterday, at my friend's house, I met a man from his hometown who was a migrant worker who was doing interior decoration for my friend.He chatted with me while working.He told me that Cheng Jiaqing, secretary of the county party committee, had been arrested for political murder at the end of 1995, but he has not yet been sentenced. The villain who drove my old father to death finally became a prisoner. Presumably because the facts are not yet fully clear, it cannot be anything else.He also talked about how Qi Wanchun and Qi Wanqiu in Cheng Jiaqing and An Ning's two nests made Anning a mess.

When the autumn wind blows, Zhang Han thinks about water shields, while I think about crabs.The crabs in my hometown are fattening up in autumn.Today, looking through the basket, I found last year's old work "The Birth of a Scandal", which is like eating crabs from my hometown. one as usual that night almost half past seven i'm next to the tv I suddenly heard a voice jingle jingle jingle jingle Is that the bell is ringing or the spring is ringing Is that a coin ringing or a toy ringing That voice is menacing almost knocked off my roof I saw two figures in that sound

I suddenly remembered the word Gemini Think of the splendor of Li Bai, Du Fu, Goethe Schiller and Curies ——Jun Doo-hwan, Roh Tae-woo the scandalous twin It's thousands of miles away from the real twin stars Don't say they're two pieces next to each other in the toilet smelly hard rock Let's just say they're two stinky (and bird) eggs full of bad water And lifted them up a hundred and eight thousand miles That evening Chun Doo-hwan and Roh Tae-woo are close to me But I feel they are unimaginably far away from me real!I heard Approved of their victory in the distance

shock the world Two slaps resounding through the sky That evening Stars and clouds are remembering insomnia and my sorrow Light up everywhere! two same, same Beijing also has a deputy mayor comparable to Quan Lu His villa is magnificent, but his head is already rotten Only maggots are there to heal same, same There are also hotbeds of corruption at the foot of Mount Tai on Hu's balance He put all the weight on the pallet of individualism same, same As fickle as Sun Wukong are those managers and factory directors Turn camels into horses and horses into donkeys Seeing that many state-owned enterprises are as thin as reed sticks

three scandals one by one Finally like a snowball getting bigger and bigger, let's feel that winter is approaching It's about to roar ferociously from the top of my head Every minute and every second is the season of winter you can't dress yourself up as snow white Surrounding you will not be seven dwarfs with childlike innocence Poet, pick up your silk-spinning pen and spit out ten thousand meters of filament Then, please let go of your heart and make a faint loom with your chest Don’t Worried that your hands will be frozen and your hands will become hotter and hotter because you will weave a scandalous shroud Weave, weave, good people, let's start together!

Four Take a sip of clean water from Lianquan, and feel its cool and turbid flow. It will never roll forever. A wise person has the clearest eyes and brightest heart. Smell a yellow flower in the battlefield, and go to the smell of copper and blood stained on your body. Jiangshan, not let an easy chair stand tall I have been to many places over the years I am a simple poet with a simple bag I have been to places that are bitterer than tree roots I know that cold places often have wonderful scenery and material desires The place where the collision is often the place where the scandal is born. Treat those buffoons. I advise everyone to be as determined as pulling out teeth. If poets not only write poetry, but also weave cloth or pull out teeth, I believe that Chinese poetry will be as full of hope as China.

Just imagine, what happened to Cheng Jiaqing was not because of the use of power for personal gain and the desire for power, so what? Buchanan studied typical political economics.He put forward the 'rent-seeking theory' which attracted worldwide attention.The so-called "rent-seeking", that is, the search for rent, refers to the part of the price difference income that is caused by the monopoly of power on resources.It is due to the human factors of government intervention and administrative control, which suppress market competition and expand the gap between supply and demand. The so-called "rent setting" means that the government controls enterprises and greatly increases the various powers of officials to intervene in enterprises. This setting of power is called "setting rent".The emergence of corruption is first of all a "false rent" environment, and then "rent-seeking".

"Using power for personal gain" and "trading power for money" are popular annotations of the rent-seeking theory.Cheng Jiaqing and Qi Wanchun, Qi Wanqiu and others wear crotch trousers, making friends with each other.The power-for-money transaction is based on harming the interests of all ordinary people.Samuel P. Huntington said: "In a new society, corruption is a direct product of the rise of groups with new sources of income and their making themselves effective in the political field. Power, but both are immoral acts based on sacrificing public welfare.” Corruption mainly occurs between officials and the rich.

Morality has no power over it.Yang Jiang's father wrote in "Lao Pu Posthumous Works": "Xu Jian'an has a saying: 'When you are an official, you spend more time as a man; when you are a man, you spend more time as a ghost." I love his words and dare to present them on stage. Gentlemen, when you are an official, you must retain the status of a man, and don't leave a bad reputation for a long time when you are a man." However, some officials in Han and modern times have become shameless, and abandoning the principles of life is like throwing away shoes.They think that being infamous for thousands of years is something after death, and as long as they are alive, they will listen to money ringing as music.In their eyes, morality is mediocre.They dare to despise even the law.If they do a bad thing, the investigation may not be clear for a year.From the beginning to the end of the crime—the time difference and the fluke mentality that if there is a slight escape, they dare to try their own methods and take reckless risks. They don't know that it is common to exchange green lights for red lights, and copper stinky for iron handcuffs.

Nonetheless, corruption continues to emerge.Corruption, if not curbed, will flourish.So what is the true meaning of corruption?To put it simply, corruption means that if you are rotten, you will fail.Decay in peacetime is failure in wartime. As soon as I wrote this, someone walked into the house where the poet lived. "Chao Sanba, you run away, you may be in trouble. Police." A buddy came into the room to tip off the poet, who was wearing a vest and underpants, grasping inspiration and practicing words there.If you don't write 3,000 words a day, you will be empty.Autumn is here, and the poet has no time to put on autumn clothes, so he only wears a vest and shorts to catch inspiration, and he is not afraid of catching a cold.Because of the three obvious scars on the poet's face, he was praised by his friends as "Super Sanba"—meaning surpassing Ba Jin, Ba Ren, and Balzac. Seeing that the police are coming, I don't care about any inspiration.The poet hurriedly put on his sweater, and while putting it on, he said: "No way, I didn't go anywhere except the door. This is the suburbs of Beijing, and the arrests are not so harsh. Besides the cheating, two years ago I just quit washing my hands." "Don't talk nonsense, run away if you want to escape. I just went out, and they are asking people outside about you." "several?" "Four." "What do they look like?" "When I saw a policeman since I was a child, I had a conditioned reflex. Except for a tall and thin man, I didn't see anything clearly, and my accent didn't look like a Beijing policeman." "It's broken." The poet suddenly thought of Director Ma. "Chao Sanba, maybe taking you into prison this time can just conceive a masterpiece of the world." "The last time you drank, didn't you say that a dog bit Lu Dongbin and didn't know a good heart. Pack up your things and let's go." "Brother, sit here and wait for them this time, and see who they are?" "Yo, if you want to learn from Tan Sitong, then you can learn." The messenger left. The poet wrote on the paper with a pen, scratched for a long time, and only wrote one sentence: "Cheng Jiaqing, you also have today." When the poet saw it, he laughed too.Director Zuo and his team members entered the room at this moment.The poet turned around and gave them a cold look, "I'll go with you when I get dressed." "Don't get me wrong, we're just here to learn something from you." "That's fine. You guys asked me first, and it's not too late to take me away, four against one." After finishing speaking, he added, "An Ning?" "My surname is Zuo, and I'm from the Criminal Investigation Division of the Provincial Public Security Bureau." Director Zuo looked up and down at the poet, only to see that his face had three more obvious spike-shaped scars and some scattered massive star-shaped scars than in the photo. , "We are from Anning, but not from the Anning Public Security Bureau. We are attached to the 'Double Ten Political Murder Case' investigation team in Anning. There is no one in Anning, and there is no one in Anning Tu. You try You can rest assured." "I don't want to get involved in this matter. My father is dead, and it is impossible to come back to life. Cheng Jiaqing has been arrested. I heard not long ago that someone punished him for me, and my revenge will be avenged. Ask again , It’s nothing new. However, I want to remind you that if you punish Cheng Jiaqing today, maybe there will be another Li Jiaqing and Zhang Jiaqing tomorrow, and An Ning is not the only one who is corrupt.” "We can't take over the overall issue." "That's the problem. The common people cannot participate in the anti-corruption political life. They only have the right to report, but they don't have the right to ask whether the report works." "Not necessarily! No matter what, if one corrupt person is caught, there will be one less corrupt person. You should understand this." "Let me ask you, if Cheng Jiaqing hadn't engaged in political murder, would you have arrested someone with a corrupt life, corrupt morals, and serious financial problems?" Director Zuo fell silent, and so did the other three police officers. "It's not that I didn't write the report letter, but in the end, it didn't mean that the bullshit went into the sea, but that the letter ended up in the hands of the minions of the corrupt elements. Why is this? You won't deny the fact that officials and officials protect each other, right?" "Our country's legal system is not perfect. Some corrupt elements in the party will use their power to bribe the investigators, or persecute and interfere with the work of the investigators. These things do exist. But after all, they are shady activities. Anyway, among other things, we have to investigate Cheng Jiaqing's case to the end. The Provincial Party Committee has given instructions that we must not tolerate and accommodate anyone involved. You should go back to Anning and cooperate with us Investigate the things Director Ma of the Public Security Bureau committed in Anning? He arrested the laid-off workers under the order of Cheng Jiaqing, and sent you to the lunatic asylum for no reason. We have all these facts, but you need to provide evidence." "I can write the evidence now, and I can testify in court at that time. Even if I wander around the world in the future, I can't not return to my hometown. Outside, I can get in touch with the society and do some useful things. Besides, I don't know anything now. If you don't do it, you will have no face to see Jiangdong's elders." "You can continue to return to Anning to work, we can help you—" "No need. I don't like this kind of tied-up work that deviates from my hobbies." "It's okay to go back to Anning to cultural units" "What I'm doing right now is cultural work, and I'm afraid it's different from the kind of work that has to go to the unit that exists in name only." "Young man, you can return to An Ning at any time. At first we looked for you at the original address of the Yuanmingyuan Art Village, but there was no one there." "It didn't exist in 1996. It was dispersed. In fact, it was also a mixed place. I figured it out now. It doesn't matter where you are, what matters is what you did." Then, the poet wrote about Director Ma beating him for no reason and being sent to the lunatic asylum for no reason, stamped it with a private seal, and handed it to Director Zuo. Director Zuo and the others were about to leave, and the poet sent them out the door. Beijing in late autumn is simple and simple, the ground is full of golden yellow leaves, but the weather is not so good, the sun is weak and dim, and the scenery in front of you looks bleak, as if the vanguard of winter is lurking in front of you, just waiting for a cry At the order, he jumped up and handed over the autumn weapon. But anyway, the suburbs of Beijing are beautiful, like a woodcut painting. "Go back and take care of yourself." "Okay." The poet agreed, and went back to his study. In less than two minutes, he ran to the left chief and the others, wheezing again. "Director Left, wait." "What's up?" "I forgot to tell you one thing; to investigate Cheng Jiaqing's financial problems, you must investigate Mi Chengshan. Although this person was said to be dead before 1996, he is inextricably linked with Cheng Jiaqing ——Besides, when I was in Anning, it was rumored that this man did not die, because he died too suddenly. The obituary said it was liver cancer, but before he 'died', his body was still very strong, not like other cancers or so skinny—his death might be questionable." "Did he die in peace?" "No, because his company in Anning was heavily in debt, he was transferred to a subsidiary company of the provincial supply and marketing cooperative as the general manager through his connections. Soon, I heard that he died. The death is unclear, where is it? Dead, I don't know." "Thank you for providing us with new information." "It is you who should be thanked. Only you can make An Ning peaceful and peaceful. The people of An Ning will never forget you." "Then you should go back." "I am a person with no strength to bind (and a bird), what am I going to do when I go back?" "You should pick up your pen and record the crimes of Cheng Jiaqing, Director Ma and others truthfully." "When I think about it, I can't make up my mind." "There is no room for the truth in this world." "Will not." Farewell to Director Zuo and others, the poet went back to his rented bungalow to find inspiration, but the word "corruption" always popped out of his mind from time to time, like beans from hot oil from time to time. Popped out of the pot.