"The gun hits the head bird." It is the philosophy of survival given to us by the religion of the ancestors.
Once they encounter things that have little relevance to themselves, many people think of Mingzhe to protect themselves.
Not long ago, Yan Ning, whose academic level had almost reached the world's top level, spoke out on Weibo:
A person in the college class said that "this incident is obviously someone with rhythm", I replied with a "huh", and immediately deleted him in various ways in the address book. The so-called "different ways are not mutually exclusive." This is still true for my college classmates, dear followers, please don't make a negative tune in me, don't like these contents, please take it off as soon as possible.
From Yan Ning's Weibo, we can see that speaking out for justice, speaking out for morality, and speaking out for responsibility is precisely the most scarce thing in our time.
Such a wise and self-protective, secretive and avoiding medical treatment, and being a silent majority, it is difficult to promote the progress of society, and it is more likely to swallow up the self.
Believe it or not, let's look at a story.
In other words, in a quiet and silent valley, people live a happy life.
In the valley, there is a stream that is enough for the villagers to use.
In the evening, after the livestock have finished drinking water, the villagers fill their wooden barrels and then sit down contentedly and enjoy life to the fullest.
The elders were helped out and meditated on a mysterious ancient book.
They whispered strange words to their children and grandchildren, but the children always remembered to play with the beautiful stones they had brought from afar.
The meaning of these outlandish words is often vague.
However, they were written a thousand years ago by a tribe that was no longer known and are therefore sacred and unspeakable.
In the Valley of Ignorance, anything that is ancient is respected. Whoever dares to deny the wisdom of his ancestors will be snubbed and alienated by those who are decent.
Therefore, everyone lived in harmony, and the usual peace was maintained in the valley.
Fear is always with people – what if you can't share the fruits of the garden?
Late at night, in the narrow streets of the town, people whisper vague past stories, about men and women who dare to ask questions.
The men went away and never came back.
Others have tried to climb the rocky cliffs that block the sun.
But they all ended up dead at the foot of the stone cliff, full of white bones.
The years passed, year after year.
In the valley of tranquil silence and ignorance, people live happily ever after.
However, someone broke that calm.
The man crawled slowly in a dark, empty wilderness.
The nails on his hands were worn.
Rags were wrapped around his feet, and the cloth was stained with blood from the long journey.
He stumbled to a nearby grass hut and knocked on the door.
Then he passed out. In the flickering candlelight, he was carried onto a hammock.
At dawn, the whole village knew: "He is back." ”
The neighbors stood around him, shaking their heads and sighing. Because they already knew that the ending would definitely be like this.
For those who dare to leave the foot of the mountain, all that awaits him is submission and failure.
In a corner of the village, the elders shook their heads and muttered angry words in a low voice.
They are not cruel by nature, but the law is the law after all. He went against the will of the elders and committed a mortal sin.
Once his wounds were healed, he had to be judged.
The elders also wanted to be kind to him and generous to him.
They did not forget his mother's strange shining eyes, and recalled the tragedy of his father's disappearance in the desert thirty years ago.
However, the law is the law after all, and the law must be obeyed.
The elders will ensure the execution of the law.
They took him to the market, and the people stood silently around him, in awe.
His body was still weak due to hunger and thirst, and the elders told him to sit down.
He refused.
They forbade him to speak.
But he wanted to talk.
He turned his back to the elder. Her eyes searched the crowd of onlookers. Look for people who were like-minded with him not so long ago.
"Listen to me," he pleaded, "listen to me, rejoice!" I had just returned from the other side of the mountain, my feet had set foot on the fresh ground, my hands felt the touch of the alien race, and my eyes saw a wonderful sight.
"When I was a child, my father's garden was my whole world.
"At the beginning of creation, the boundaries of the east, south, west and north sides of the garden were fixed.
"As long as I ask what else is on the other side of the border, everyone will shake their heads and be silent. But I want to ask the root of the matter and find out the truth. So they took me under the rock and showed me the crumbling bones of those who dared to disobey the will of the gods.
"When I shout 'A bunch of lies!' God loves brave people! So the elders came and read to me the holy book in their hands. They say that God's will has determined the fate of all things in heaven and on earth. The valley is ours and needs to be controlled and held by us; the beasts, the birds, the flowers and the fruits, and the fish and shrimp in the water are all owned by us, at the mercy of our will. But the mountain is a god, and we should know nothing about the things on the other side of the mountain, and this mystery must be maintained until the end of the world.
They're lying. They deceived me as much as they deceived you.
"On the other side of the mountain there are vast pastures, endless grass, and men and women with flesh and blood like us; there is a beautiful and glorious urban civilization that has been achieved after thousands of years of construction.
"I have found a path to a better home, and I have seen a happier life just ahead of us. Come with me, and I will lead you there. The smiles of the gods are not only here, but also elsewhere. ”
He stopped. There was a terrifying cry from the crowd.
"Blasphemy, this is blasphemy against God." The old man shouted. "Blasphemy, unforgivable sin. Give his crimes the punishment they deserve! He had lost his mind and dared to mock the law made a thousand years ago. He deserves to be executed! ”
So people lifted heavy stones.
People smashed him to death.
His body was thrown at the foot of a cliff and killed to warn the bold fanatics who dared to question the wisdom of their ancestors.
It wasn't long before a terrible drought hit the valley. Streams of knowledge dried up, livestock died of thirst, and crops withered in the fields. So the valley of ignorance was filled with hunger.
However, the all-knowing elders were unmoved. They prophesied that all problems would be resolved, that everything would be turned around, because that was what was written in those holy scriptures.
Moreover, the elders were already dying, and just a little food was enough.
Winter is coming.
The village was empty and sparsely populated.
More than half of the population died of hunger and cold.
For those who are alive, the other side of the mountain is their only hope.
But the law says, "No! ”
The law must be obeyed.
One night, a rebellion broke out in the village.
Because there was no hope in sight, those who had resigned themselves to fear finally gathered their courage.
The all-knowing elders protested of their own.
They were pushed aside and ignored. They complained incessantly about their bad fate and resentment toward the ungratefulness of their juniors. But when the last carriage pulled out of the village, they stopped the coachman and asked him to take them away.
In this way, the journey into the unknown world began.
At this point, many years had passed since the Rover had returned, so it would not be easy to find the path he had taken.
Thousands of people died, and people walked on their bones to find the first signpost piled with stones.
After that, there was less ordeal on the journey.
The attentive pioneer had already burned a path in the jungle and the endless wilderness.
Along this path, new green pastures are found.
Everyone looked at each other speechless.
"It turns out that he was right," the people said, "and he was right, the elders were wrong. ”
"He is telling the truth, the elders are lying...
"His body was still rotting under the cliff, and the elders were sitting in our car, singing those old songs.
"He saved us, we killed him."
"We do feel guilty about this, but if we had known the truth at the time, of course..."
They untied their horses and cattle and herded cows and goats into the steppes to graze; they built houses for themselves and reclaimed the land. Since then, people have lived a happy and happy life.
A few years later, a new memorial was erected for the wise old man and it was decided to relocate the remains of the brave pioneer inside.
The brigade was full of solemn emotions and returned to the valley that had long been deserted. But when they came to the foot of the mountain where the pioneers had left their bones, it was empty. There is no trace of the bones of the pioneers.
The hungry jackal had already dragged the bones into its burrow.
So a stone was placed at the end of the trail (now a broad avenue) from which the pioneer had stepped out, and the name of the pioneer who first challenged the darkness and terror of the unknown world was inscribed on it. It was he who led people to a new life of freedom.
It is also written on the stone that it was built by the descendants who came to thank the pilgrimage.
Such things happened in the past and in the present, and hopefully it won't happen again in the future.
A tribute to those who dare to speak up.