Chapter 49 Afterword to "About Women"

I wrote about fourteen women, and even revealed my whole life. My whole life is just a thin cloud, setting off the crystal clear moon of this day! My view of women, I believe, is very flat, very calm, and very healthy.She is neither a fairy described by poets nor a devil in the hearts of broken lovers. She is just an animal with emotions and rationality just like us.But she felt sharper, reacted more quickly, and acted more alive.Therefore, she has more color and more voice than men.In various personalities, she is also prone to extremes.She is gentler but also braver than us; more lively but also deeper; more delicate but also sharper... If there are no women in the world, I really don't know what the world will be like!

What I can imagine is: if there are no women in the world, the world will lose at least five tenths of "truth", six tenths of "goodness", and seven tenths of "beauty". I dare not say that I have pity for women, but women are indeed very pitiful.Over the past forty years, I have watched with cold eyes and discovered a truth, which is actually what the ancients said long ago, that is: "Men live for career, women live for love."-Although there are one in a million exceptions —It is a pitiful and dangerous thing to live by love! A woman seems to place more emphasis on the love of parents and children, the love of brothers and sisters, the love of husband and wife, the love of friends... She is willing to sacrifice everything for the object of her love.In fact, it's not a question of whether she is willing or not, she is unconditional, she sacrificed by "putting her feet on the top", let's talk about love!In the process of "putting her heels on top of her head", she has suffered a lot in the world. If she sacrifices without getting a price, then her pain will be even more unimaginable.

You say, tell women not to "love", that's impossible!God created her to love and sustain the world.She is a "love" machine in God's chemical factory.Needless to say people, it is any creature, as long as there is a word "female", she will be "selfless", love unconditionally, do her best, and die! Look at hens, cows, and even lionesses, in the love bestowed by God, they are equally unselfish, patient, gentle, and courageous. Speaking of this, there is another very cute and ridiculous phenomenon, which I have encountered several times: usually children of three or four years old, holding candy in their hands, no matter how coaxed or threatened, they cannot get it But if she is a little girl, you can roll into her arms and say coquettishly: "Mom! Give your child something to eat!" This budding motherhood will play tricks in her little heart!She stares at you in amazement, and after a while, she will be happy, pout her mouth tenderly, put her arms around your head, and say, "Greedy child, mom will give you something to eat!"

Terrible!Thank goodness I'm not a woman! There are only fourteen women mentioned in this book. In fact, there are more than a thousand women I know: my aunts, sisters, nephews, my female classmates, and my girlfriends. , my female colleagues, my female students, my neighbors, my traveling companions; and my friends' aunts, sisters, nephews... There are many amazing talents and great achievements Lie, I really want to write it, and I will never finish it in my life.But these women, when mentioned, are really "greatly famous"!Everyone knows, everyone is familiar with, I cherish the friendship of women in my life, I am afraid that they will scold me-I will talk about it later-many friends hope that my writing will end with "my bride".Thank them for their blessings. For me, this is really a matter of "his life is uncertain"!In the past forty years, I have generally respected women in general, liked many women, and loved two or three women, but I have never been in love with any woman.This mentality of "being in love but not being in love" - ​​these are some friends who criticize me for being affectionate - is my fatal wound!

I feel that I am not worthy to be the husband of any woman; but I am most respectful and considerate to them, and I can no longer cause them pain by myself.I have already suffered for one of my most beloved women - my mother, but it was "involuntary", and I will never bear to make another woman suffer for me again.Men are naturally more selfish, lazy, and irresponsible when it comes to co-employment - partly because they don't know where to start - and I'm afraid I'm no exception.I can't actively prevent men from destroying women through marriage, at least I can passively prohibit myself from doing the same!

Shi Naian said: "If you are thirty and unmarried, you should not remarry; forty and unofficial, you should not be more official; fifty should not be at home, and sixty should not travel..." I am unmarried at thirty, I am not an official in my forties, from now on, as long as the financial conditions allow, I will roam around like a wild crane.My brothers and friends worry about my life "after sixty", but I still feel very sure.Women's rights are very strong in our big family; as of today, there are as many as seven of my own nieces.There are countless dignified and beautiful ones.As long as these little women are still the "uncles" who love them as much as they do today after twenty years, it will be easy for me to live in each house for ten days, three hundred and sixty days a year.Otherwise, it is very possible for me to get a son and two daughters to carry on the family line from generation to generation, so as to relieve my worries and sorrows - only worry that I will not live to be sixty years old!

The above has arranged my "big life events", the author can feel at ease, and readers don't have to "worry about the ancients"-now I will talk about the process of writing this small book: in the winter of 29th, when I first arrived in Chongqing, "Weekly Review" sent I asked for manuscripts, and I was happy for a while, and wrote an article to deal with my friends. Later, my writing slipped, and I continued to write. When the "Weekly Review" stopped publishing, I didn't write any more.This spring, "Tiandi Publishing House" asked one of my female students to ask for publication, and I gave them the nine paragraphs that had already been printed in "Weekly Review".At the turn of spring and summer, I fell ill. The first half of this book, which had been scheduled for March, could not be published. Letters from the "Tiandishe" rushed in like snowflakes. I had no choice but to continue with my recovery. Work.There are quite a few guests on the mountain. During these three weeks, I chatted and laughed with Hongru, and between Bai Ding and I wrote another 30,000 words intermittently, which was barely over.

Here, I would also like to thank a little woman, my niece, Xuan.If she didn't do a lot of "housework" for me as a bachelor, I would not be able to write the next seven paragraphs even if I "vomited my heart and soul"! (This article was originally published in Issue 41 of "Life Herald Weekly" on September 19, 1943, signed by a man.)