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Zong Pu: Hate books

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Zong Pu: Hate books

Text / Zong Pu

  Once I came back from outside and saw our librarian working on old books in front of the door. I flicked around and found two flower books in the "series of books". You should know that the series of books is integrated into a set of about 4,000 books, and less than two books are fragments!

  Writing this topic, I felt a little scary. The treasure of the book is lovely and well known, so why should it make me hate? Sometimes it was even hate, and the hate was incessant, and it was eager to throw them all out, leaving an empty room.

  Obviously, the first problem is the territorial problem. The old father is ninety years old this year, and he has accumulated seventy years of books. Despite repeated baptisms, the collection is still considerable. Originally, it was placed in a centralized manner, row by row, very much like a small library. Later, the population expanded, and the next generation did not want to live in small black houses without sunlight, and when they saw that the "library" was sunny, they had some resentment towards books. "Books are crowding people out of place." This opinion was there when the mother was alive. I heard that an old scholar has always let books live in the main room, my generation does not have that cultivation, thinking that people are the spirit of all things, books are also written by people, people should get more sunshine and air than books, and the good scenery seen by pushing windows can be seen.

  Later, the book was divided into pieces and divided into rooms. So my bucket room also spread a few shelves of old books, Liezi, Baopuzi, Kang Cangzi, Huainanzi, Yan Danzi... They are distant and distant, mysterious and useless. There is also the Emperor Qing Jing Xie, and when I think about it, I feel corrupt. And my manuscript notes had to be tucked into the cracks of these books, pitifully revealing a little bit of paper, almost lost in the confusion of a long history.

  The second thing that annoys people is the bookcase. They are all half a century old, some of them are ancient, and the large seal characters on them have not yet been confirmed. I don't feel bad about this, the bad thing is that many bookcases don't hold hands, there may not have been this kind of "equipment" (according to the saying), so it is difficult to open and close, when it is turned off, it must be aligned with the mortise, and after closing, it can no longer be opened, and every time you have to use the cone (that also has to find half a day). However, some cabinet doors are too loose, bow their heads, and when they look for the books in the cabinet below, the upper cabinet door will suddenly fall, and it will hit the head with a bang, really beating people unconscious. Isn't that a matter of human life? How not to be hateful! Sometimes after dinner, when the whole family sits around laughing and talking, or when the night is late at night, there is a sudden loud noise, which makes people frightened, thinking that it is an earthquake or some kind of explosion, and when they are startled or dressed up to check, it turns out that the cabinet door has fallen!

  In fact, these are not problems that cannot be solved, only because my rational family, including the rational book, has no way, so far. But because of the book, I often feel trepidation. This feeling of trepidation can be divided into two when you think about it. One is often guilty, and the other is regret. It is indeed impossible to solve.

  Comrade Deng Tuo has a saying: "Read the books in the family collection behind closed doors." "It's a joy in life." It was a surprise and a pleasure to meet a book I wanted to read in an old book at home. But it seems that I can't have the pleasure of reading it all in this life. Don't say read, you can't even do it. Because I don't have time, there are people and things that are more important than books when I am busy and need to take care of the food. The second is that there is no energy, and sometimes it is necessary to let go of the most important things and sit and gasp for breath. Third, due to allergic diseases, you cannot contact books that have been dusted for a long time. So everyone elected his grandson as the director of the library. Over the years we have moved around in this house, and the poor man has been walking more than a hundred miles. In addition to each move, I also deal with some things that have no preservation value. Once I came back from outside and saw our librarian working on old books in front of the door. I flicked around and found two flower books in the "series of books". You should know that the series of books is integrated into a set of about 4,000 books, and less than two books are fragments! After my anger rose and fell, I felt that he was too hard to read every book. He also doubted whether he had thrown away the precious books, and blamed himself for being incompetent and not taking on his due responsibilities. So resentful that later felt that the culprit capital was the book!

  Books also make me feel regretful. In our homes full of old books, we often find that some of the books we want to read or are particularly cherished are missing. I once met a Yangzi in English, turned a page or two, and it was very poetic. I wanted to see it, put it aside, and couldn't find it. I also encountered a book of Lu Zhiwei's five English speeches on Tang poems, and I wanted to see them, but I put them aside and couldn't find them. Later, this bibliography was posted in the big library, and of course it would not be deliberately borrowed. The most deplorable thing is that in the Siku Quanshu, Xiao Yun's photocopy of the whole picture of the departure from the riot, a very large book, a very exquisite brocade face, and eye-catching large characters, want to play with it carefully, but I can't find it! Maybe it's only in this mountain, and the clouds are deep and unknown? According to the librarian, there was no searching for anything—I always thought that if I had found it myself, it might have appeared. But I never found it, and the book didn't appear.

  What a pity! So I thought, it is better not to have these books at all, not to feel guilty, and not to regret. How easy that would be. For those who are as incompetent as me, this may be the best policy. But after all, my nerves are normal, and I can't really invite all the books out of the house, so I have to still hate and hate all the time and make up my life.

  It's a hate book.

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