Monday, January 31, 2022
Cold winds set back the treetops with sharp sword-like tips, and snow and dark clouds dominate the sky. It's amazing, although the light is gray, the world is more transparent. When people walk in the snow field, the light in their hearts and the light of the world are refracted by the prism assembled by snow crystals, and the silent light that covers life is lit up at the intersection of the snow country and the heart.
Obviously, in the great cold season, we cannot observe the shift of the stars in the depths of the sky through the pure white eyes of the snow. I can think of the starry sky, or because I saw in the circle of friends in the circle of friends that the southern friend photographed the crater of the moon, and photographed the faint venus trembling around the ground of dawn, like a shadow scarf of the Milky Way like a light smoke and mist around the neck of the earth.
"Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi" refers to a lifetime. The change of yin and yang, warmth and freezing.
Walking on the narrow path of the grassy west mountain, the traces of thirty years of human footsteps are connected to a grid of roads, each road is obviously connected to a starting point and an end, each road is interconnected with countless other roads, and the road grid on the west mountain has become a web of life without beginning and end. I feel nourished and comfortable as part of this network.
The mountain wind blows, and the local atmosphere that grows in the continuous mountain road dances with the wind. Part of my life is smelted by this local composition. Walking in the middle of such a mountain path, the concept of "thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi" suddenly popped up in my mind, which was a bit alarming. Maybe it's some kind of unspeakable thought! This sentence summarizes the life of my mother who is buried in the middle of the West Mountain, and it also summarizes my life.
The cold wind rolled up the snow stars and crashed around the world, and some snow stars burrowed into the mouth and crashed into the eyes. The frozen world in front of me suddenly told me a lot of secrets hidden behind time. What a tragic kind of hidden, enveloping all the quiet parts of the grassy west mountain, including motherhood and love, wrapping the green field and fruit... The frozen qualities summed up my standing at the moment.
In the deep strata of the Loess Plateau, "three thousand years of Hedong, three thousand years of Hexi" refers to a more profound sense of a cycle of civilization.
The mountain path of the grassy west mountain that is walking into it was the home of part of the Zhou Dynasty three thousand years ago, the soil of the three thousand years of mythical era and legendary era in Chinese culture, and the root of the orderly civilization with three thousand years of writing engraving, and some of them take root and continue in the soil under their feet.
An individual as faint as dust, in the endless sea of time, is not as good as a sequence, but with my heart to think about the rotation of the world, standing in the cold wind of the grassy west mountain, I have become the most energetic heart in the universe for a while.
I have tried to obtain the warm and rich soil of life, but I have always stopped in the frozen place and watched the expectations in my heart crack and converge in front of my eyes. I try to write the frozen story of the heart, the buds of life touch the fences and thorns of life, time and space converge into a living life, in my pen, what can the boundaries and cores that begin to form an independent world expand into?
The freeze itself is the coupling and self-destruction before the fission of new life, and a stationary core begins to operate, which is also invisibly promoted by the former freeze.
On the morning of the 27th and 28th, there was snow, and it was possible to build snowmen, and the snow was relatively thick. The snow is rushing, the wind is quiet, the clouds are light, the sun is shining on the snow, and the water droplets after the snow melt are like broken pearls. The magic in the great cold festival can be unfolded from the rapid alternation of cold and warm, and as soon as the sun hides in the clouds and a little wind rises, the sudden cold of the world surges rapidly from an invisible heart and fills the world.
At this time, the melting snow water dripping from the eaves first changed from soft and invisible water to a sword-like ice edge. I used to take a boat through the caves covered with stalactites in Guilin, and at that time, I did not have the wonderful feeling of seeing the squirming of time and space, the creation of heaven and earth in front of me, and the miracle of the superdependenced mirror solidified from the shell of time. Nowadays, seeing the water marks of snow under the eaves quickly and visibly turn into ice edges, that is the change of physical movements visible to the naked eye, the hidden growth, corresponding to the change of time and space, which is a miracle beyond the dimension of human thinking - is it just the ice edge under the eaves?
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The industriousness of my grandmother and mother left such a deep projection in my heart, waxing moon twenty-four, snowflakes, waxing moon twenty-five, snowflakes, waxing moon twenty-six, sunshine ... Hurry up and clean.
Chinese has accumulated such a rather oriental custom from the four seasons cycle of hunting and farming, which has the wisdom to ensure the safety of life and the orderly social thinking.
Once a mud basin tile house, Ru Mao drank blood; once a man and a woman weaved, chickens barked and dogs barked... There is a river flowing down the gully of time, and the blood veins are successive, and gradually there is the expansion and abundance of the homeland.
Clothes are placed in the washing machine, the yard is swept without falling leaves, and the dust in every corner is wiped by a rag... Dusting, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, haircuts... This sense of ritual based on life itself is also a summary of the end of the year.
The 19th-century French historian and literary critic Danner, in his influential book Philosophy of Art (first edition, January 1963, People's Literature Publishing House, translated by Fu Lei), talked about how the artist and his entire work of art came into being:
Artists are not isolated people, and we hear only the voices of artists centuries apart; but under the loud voices that come to our ears, we can also discern the complex and endless singing of the masses, like a large low hum, in unison around the artists.
The artist himself, along with all the works he produces, is not isolated. There is a whole, including artists, that is, more extensive than artists, that is, the art sects or families of artists to which he belongs at the same time and in the same place.
The womb that directly gave birth to the artist and all his works, and the air and soil that gave birth to this womb, can encapsulate the birth of all the artists and all his works.
Danner also said:
The personal characteristics of an artist's works are determined by social life, and the artist's creative talent is proportional to the active energy of the nation.
These languages can be used as a reference for thinking about contemporary art creation. The social soil of the artist and the transcendent personality of the artist are not incompatible.
The frozen world in the grass valley West Mountain is very interesting, because the characteristics of the life force that we usually understand change color at this time, and white and transparency constitute another tool for carving the world, and reason is frozen in ice, which can force people's hearts.
The ancient Greek philosopher Plato spoke of the soul in the "Fidro" of the Republic, saying: "The human soul can be divided into three parts, one rational part and two irrational parts. "Reason, built up from the tower of experience of life and death, flesh and blood, the passion that erupts in order to get rid of the limitations of the predicament and the coercion of infinite crisis, and the prison of desire buried in the human body that is not bound by reason and passion, and the three elements of reason, passion and desire constitute almost the three primary colors of the Western spirit.
The composition of the soul is described concisely with concrete objects, the rationality of ice becomes the foundation of scientific development, the red passion becomes the source of the birth and interpretation of all art, and the cage of desire constitutes the complex multidimensional isolation belt of human society.
In the snowflakes, in the ice, in the permafrost, I saw reason, which was sealing the disorder and death of life with a silent force, without which the spring of the world might never come, the new green could not reflect a colorful world in the flames, and human beings could not pick the fruits that made themselves constantly develop.
Yuan Ming said in the preface to the "Poetry of Suiyuan":
From three hundred to the present, all the people who pass on the poems are sexual spirits, and they do not close the stack.
This spirit is about the true expression of the spirit. The bridge of poetic transmission cares about the heart of a child. Naturally, Yuan Ming also incorporated "poetry and speech" into the sexual spirit, and all words and poems were expressed by nature.
Everyone has a different nature, and to form a unique poetry, how does this nature form independently, and how can it reach all forms? Western poetics has many rational achievements in this regard, and Eastern rhyming poetry is mostly perceptual cognition. Masterpieces that combine the two are always rare. Bashira's book The Poetics of Space is relatively close.
Why didn't the cephalopod octopus, which evolved 140 million years earlier than humans, have 9 brains and 3 hearts, evolve superintelligence that occupies the top of the food chain?
Seeing a person on the Internet with a pet octopus, its brachiopods have a kind of vigilance similar to that of people when they extend the narrow exit of the glass jar, tentative, paused, and suddenly scratched, and that kind of alertness will blur people's feelings about intelligent creatures. There is also the state of unscrewing the bottle cap, drilling into a narrow glass bottle to play, suddenly vibrating, or stimulated by sharp objects, the little octopus instinctively changes the color of the body, and the color of the entire environment is integrated, seeing that there is no way to hide, it will stretch out its long wrists and feet, and meet the challenge without hesitation.
"One heart and two uses" is already a kind of cultivation that transcends psychology and physiology in human beings, and balance and coordination have become two-dimensional. And each brachiopod of the little octopus will completely move and think independently, and the amazing coordination makes the owner of the octopus envious and amazed. The superiority of human intelligence will obviously be hit at this point.
One day, in the evolution of octopus, in the soft glutinous body, if the spine with the main heart bone evolves, if the neurons develop from 500 million to 100 billion (the number of single human neurons), when the life cycle of the octopus is extended from 7 years to even 30 years, when giving birth to the next generation, there will be no parental death, but can accumulate intergenerational experience in the gene, the wisdom of the octopus will surely explode, rapidly surpassing humans...
A science fiction writer tries to imagine with such imaginative thinking that the Octopus Clan will one day rule the earth and enslave humans and all species.
But it is clear that after hundreds of millions of years of evolution on Earth, and surviving countless earth disasters, octopuses will certainly not choose to have terrible explosive intelligence like humans. He lamented that human intelligence, like volcanic eruptions on Earth, was only one volcanic eruption in a long billion years, and it was small-scale.
Human intelligence has a terrible unsustainability that humans will obviously never admit, and coin a ridiculous and illusory word: eternity.