There is a kind of inner peace called ignorance of the world.
Midsummer, rain; the next day another day. Listening outside at home, for a moment, there was no sound around except the sound of rain. Take out a few Soviet pictorials from a Czech bookshelf and look at the faces of ethnic Russians. Many of the neighbors in the middle school building are teachers of various subjects, and they never ask me about my studies.
A pair of eyes of his own and a quiet mind spending carefree days. The homework is not heavy, and usually help the family to do some chores to go to the school boiling water room to boil cabbage or go out to change noodles. On weekdays, the doors of each house are always hidden or open. Such a secure home has given me a sense of self-consciousness that I will not bother with anyone when I am fine. When there is a problem, enter the neighbor's door should also be very polite and control your own eyes. In fact, children are the most curious and innocent, and at the same time, they are in awe of the familiar teachers and neighbors around them. As a middle school student, this is quite a long period of quiet and peaceful days.
A pair of Czech-style bookshelves were bought by the adults of the family at that time and pulled to the carpentry factory. Probably adults feel that others can be jane, bookshelves must be indispensable. At that time, Czech-style furniture was very popular. Open bookshelves painted with turmeric paint, echoing the style of the bookshelf, stand up with diagonally sharp feet. There is a book by the Czechoslovak writer Hašek, which we children all like, "Good Soldier Shuaik", of course, there are many villain books.
Right now, it was also a rainy day in midsummer, and the next day was over. Bay window, small dry bubbles, a pot of brewed ancient tree tea. This same sky, this same view of the courtyard surrounding the building. Nice sound of rain, very quiet. Although the whole world is difficult to say at the beginning of this year to the present, in this small vision in front of me, there is the same appearance of not knowing the world, superficial and unaware of its reasons.
The epidemic has spawned a WeChat online group meeting, recently there are musicians talking about Czechoslovakia, so that I am silent in the heart of those superficial old knowledge related to the Czech Republic, all of a sudden there are antecedents, behind the previous czech elements of the old knowledge, the original, there are reasons, the understanding has become deeper.
However, I look back at the past scenes, in which the dear people are still original, part of my superficiality, and will not make any profound, I cherish this superficiality more than knowing the cause and the truth.
It dawned on me. Czechoslovakia had a wide influence on our people during that historical period, and originally had its own specific international political reasons.
Artistically, following the peak of literature and art in the 1960s, Czechoslovakia saw the emergence of several world-class great writers and musicians.
Kafka and nineteenth-century dvořák and other writers and musicians turned out to be Czechs!
The old movements of my life, the old movements that have appeared repeatedly in my life, whether I understand them or not, live in the depths of my heart, and a casual mention is presented in its original form.
This sudden realization stems from the random thoughts in the rain in front of him, and also from the recent musician talking about listening and walking in his creative career. This time, he went to Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic. He listened to the symphony "Vltava River" by the Vltava River. And I had heard the Ninth Symphony of the Czechoslovak musician Dvořák, "To the New World", which was uplifting, bright and warm. It was composed by Dvořák during his invitation to teach at an American university, and I was only struck by this masterpiece of classical music and paid no attention to anything else.
The musician said of his time in Prague that he had the privilege of listening to Smetana's "My Motherland," which inexplicably reminded me of the Czech national anthem, "Where Is My Hometown." I also inexplicably remembered the heart of the Western Chu Overlord "Chu Song": "My home, like the world, always has an umbrella ..." Then Qu Yuan's "Leaving the Troubles" sounded in his ears... As well as many ancient and modern Chinese and foreign versions of "the country is breaking the mountains and rivers in". The Czech Republic of home, land, feelings, faith, and the Czech Republic, a cemetery cultural heritage that is unique in the world...
In the Czech Republic, there is also a writer Milan Kundera, who had a great influence on our country in the 1980s and 1990s. I had only seen his books in the second decade of this century, and there were bookshelves on my house that I hadn't opened, and it was like a strong wind blowing on my bookshelf. The musician's talk led me to open the author's book. I don't want to know too much about this country, but of course this is also to protect my superficiality and the original appearance of this life.
It is true that countless families have probably experienced fierce dilemmas caused by different reasons at a certain time of detachment, and readers in different countries around the world will have their own interpretations of the original work. Today, in the Czech Republic, which has faded out of sight of our country for a long time, there are musicians who walk to its Vltava River to listen to its pulse and share it with all of us, I use the czech shadow of the era and life experience to which I belong, to carry out touch bypass, a line through many things.
I love the music of Czech musicians, especially dvořák, the musician of the mid-to-late nineteenth century. He cherished the ideals of national rejuvenation and development of the motherland, and developed the classical and romantic music schools of Western Europe to the extreme. The only feeling I don't have is probably the kind of musical magic and inspiration I have felt since I listened to "Ode to the Moon" and "To the New World".
The uniformity of our country and the individual presence of the Czech Republic!
Milan Kundera said in the novel: "Kitsch makes people produce two teardrops in succession, and the first tear says: Look at the children running on the lawn, how beautiful! The second tear said: It is beautiful to see the children running on the lawn and being touched with all mankind! Only the second tear makes kitsch into kitsch. Human fraternity can only be based on kitsch. ”
- Look, this is a Czech perception that is different from Eastern thinking. I feel like I can't walk out of my own personal way of moving in my life, which is a bit Czech. Individuals cannot be banned, and boundaries cannot be abandoned.
In 1968, the whole of Czechoslovakia was occupied by Russian tanks in just one day. Throughout Czech history, the Prague writer and critic Uzidir of the time described it this way: the German writers of Prague were simultaneously rooted in at least four nationalities: culturally and linguistically they naturally belonged to German culture; Czech culture surrounded them; Jewish culture influenced them because it constituted an inseparable major factor in the city's cultural history; and then the decisive Austrian culture.
It was night, dreaming of the Absurd appearance of the Czech Republic in a one-man way. This virtual character, I think he has a literary height and style, but lack of expression, what is lacking is that I do not have personal feelings about this country, so dreams are not literary. And the musician who went to the Czech Republic to listen and walk, listening to the outstanding Czech music on the Vltava River, must have a different vision in his heart, and this is exactly the case.
The midsummer rain is still falling. At the moment, apart from the pleasant sound of rain and the superficial cordiality in which I was immersed, there was no sound.