The youth festival has just passed, and the topic of youth continues. Among the many works that feel nostalgic for youth and pay tribute to youth, a video with The Nobel Prize winner Mo Yan as the protagonist on Station B is impressive. Under the camera, the tip of the pen rustles, and the old man speaks. This is the mental journey of a former teenager, but also the Juanjuan dialect of an old man with a flower armor, and it is also the life perception of a literary master. Today, we're going to talk about it.
(A letter from Mo Yan.) Image Source Network)
"What should I do when I have a difficult time?" At the beginning of the video, a puzzle that everyone will encounter is thrown out. Whose path of youth is not muddy? Whose life poetry does not have twists and turns? Look around and return to yourself: there are the troubles of young Werther, the confusion of growing up shackles the body and mind that need to mature; there is the confusion of the future of youth, dreams seem to be close at hand but out of reach; there is the bitterness of middle-aged life, there are old and low in life, there are small "sandwiches" in the middle age, there are old and low", there are gradually out of shape; there are regrets of the elderly, there are always some people in the mind who regret things in the beginning... Maybe it's a difficult headwind moment, or maybe it's the darkest moment of falling into a trough, dull, dirty, repetitive and hesitant, it is a black hole of the mind that everyone can't avoid.
In the face of such a "soul question", Mo Yan's answer was calm and cautious. There is no assumption of finger-pointing, nor is it for no reason, but gently and plainly opening the heart, opening the skylight, and having a heart-to-heart conversation with young people. In his story, a copy of the Xinhua Dictionary, which is too ordinary to be ordinary, is filled with the power of simplicity and unpretentiousness, together with an old man who is too ordinary to be ordinary. The simple, hard, but information-dense dictionary knocked on the door for him to read and hyphenate; the thin, rickety and full of wisdom of life made him learn the ability to shield him from the wind and rain. In his calm narration, there may be no methodology for overcoming difficulties, and there is no success science that leads to shortcuts, but there are values that go against the wind, and there is a dialectic that sees the clouds.
"I saw Grandpa clutching the handlebars with both hands, his back stretched like a bow, his legs trembling, his little coat torn by the wind, leaving only two sleeves hanging over his shoulders. Grandpa fought against the wind, and the car failed to move forward, but it did not take a half step back. Unlike the aura of the protagonists of various "opening and hanging", the achievements of the grandfather and grandson in "fighting" the wind are not prominent: "The wind has blown the grass on our car to only one tree, and our car is still there, we are like nails to this dam, there is no progress, but there is no backwards." Isn't "firmly nailed to the dam" the ability and concentration that countless people crave most when they encounter difficult times? No matter which direction the wind comes from, hold the handle and stand firm, the train of life will not go backwards.
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"Not blown down by the wind". Literature-like language, but philosophical speculation. Life is a sea of seas, and the tides rise and fall. Smooth sailing is often just a good expectation, "the boat to the middle of the wandering is more urgent, people to the middle of the mountain road is steeper" is the truth of life, only belongs to the normal state of life. For many people, when walking more and more difficult, more and more dangerous and do not advance or retreat, must not advance, may wish to bite the teeth, drumming, facing suffering without fear of suffering, laughing at setbacks without avoiding setbacks, you can stand still in the wind and waves, in the waves of strange calm. As Mo Yan said: "Hope always arises when we are disappointed or even desperate, and beckons us to regroup and move forward courageously."
"Thousands of grinding blows are still strong, Ren'er's east, west, south, and north winds", this is the iron skeleton that stands against the wind; "The good wind, with its strength, sends me to the clouds", this is the pride of riding the wind. In fact, in the endless waves of the times, each of us is the child holding the dictionary, the teenager who is "not blown down by the wind".
This is exactly:
The wind and rain were fierce, and I was self-determined. The rain stops and the wind stops, and the sky is clear.
Source: People's Daily Comment WeChat public account