This is not a world that many people may experience.
And it's hard to give examples, arguments, and sequential narratives. Wrapped around one's own thoughts like weeds, the record may be the only one
There is the form of a weed—let it spread, let it flourish, let it rise and fall alone. Beneath the high cliffs, weeds
The mind is so full and so closed. It was a moment. While the stream is thinning, the next time the flames soar into the sky
The hustle and bustle has not yet begun; while the earth can still tolerate the remnants of righteousness, while the people in the face of the last days are suffering
Yu sells his body without skill and has weak strength, and he should cherish this moment.
Regarding the "clean" white in Chinese characters, people have long been accustomed to it, without thinking, without taking it for granted, and even clean
Shameful, dirty and glorious norms are taking the world by storm. Clean, today, it seems that the word can only be seen in public places, such as in garbage dumps or toilets.
At that time, in Dengfeng, Henan, on a hill called Wang Chenggang, listening to the tune of Yu opera, every day I looked at the ancient Jishan in a daze. Miyama is too old, and the stories of Kyushu all originated on that mountain. Xia Shang Zhou, a distant, almost legendary vast ancient time, seemed to be reflected in front of our eyes and disappeared without a trace, annoying each of our archaeologists. Day after day, we dig up soil that can only be called the Longshan culture or the early erlitou culture, but in our hearts we hope that it belongs to the Xia Dynasty of Dayu Zhishui. Thanks to those hard days, they planted this train of thought in my head to this day.
Yes, without today, I could not have felt what was ancient. Because of the injustice, vulgarity and shamelessness that prevail today, I have finally come to a conclusion that the so-called ancient times are the times when purity and shame have not yet perished. The yin of the Miyama and the sun of the Yingshui, buried under the thick loess, are not necessarily the ruins of the dynastic state, but the past with purity and shame. It was the age of myth and purity. Cleanliness is almost at the extreme, beyond boundaries, not close to human feelings. Later, after the literary records of masters such as Sima Qian, Zhuangzi, Huainanzi, etc., people somehow only appreciated the words and phrases of literature and did not trust the truth of literature—it was too much legend to believe, and gradually forgot that it was an important, ancient Chinese view of how man lives.
No one talks about problems like this anymore today, and writing like this seems to be a sign of backwardness and conservatism. However, the history of four thousand years of civilization begins with that clean word, and I don't think there is any extreme.
Everything began on this low, plain mountain. A young man, a woodcutter, a cow and a stream brought in the civilization that fed us. Nowadays, when re-reading the "Getaways" or "History", the ancient texts and historical events are far from reach, incredible, and unbelievable.
The distant Miyama gradually turned into a huge shadow, obscuring my vision. The mountain is very gentle, and you can slowly go uphill from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain is spacious and flat, and the smoke trees are plain and silent. On top of that desolate dust the people felt desolate. At the end of the clear winter sky, you can always look at the distant shadow of the tooth shape of Mt. Nakagaku. The ruins are all on the river below, on the low-lying Wangcheng Hill. I dug on that site for a long time, but field excavations could not find clean antiquity.
The "Records of History" notes the "Biography of Gao Shi" of Emperor Fumi, which records an ancient man named Xu You during the Yao Shun Zen Rang period. Xu Yuyin wanted to give up the throne to Emperor Yao, so he sneaked into Jishan to hide his name. However, Yao insisted on giving way and pursued Xu Yu. Therefore, when Yao saw Xu You again and begged him to be the governor of Kyushu, Xu Yu not only refused to comply, but also took this as a great shame. He ran to the river and washed his ears, which had been dirty.
When there is a nest father who wants to drink it, see the ear wash, ask why. Right: Yao wanted to call me the governor of Kyushu, and he heard evilly, so he washed his ears. The nest father knows: If the Son is in a high shore and a deep valley, and there is no humanity, who can see the Son? The Son floats around, seeking his reputation, and polluting his mouth. Lead the calves to drink from the upper stream.
The so-called strong is strong, that is the realm of life. The old man of morning glory listened to Xu You's story, and not only did not praise but was indignant and dissatisfied: If you had not intervened in that kind of world, where would you have soiled your ears? Trying to wash your ears in you is just another kind of reputation fishing. Drinking cattle downstream, washing ears upstream, since you already know that your ears are dirty, why are you dirtying my cow's mouth?
There is no doubt that some people in China today are triumphant, steady and steady, as fierce as tailless vicious dogs, and as humble as powerless eunuchs. Officials and fans at all levels, whether they were on the far left yesterday, extremely businessmen today, or extremely right tomorrow, who are always climbing on the broad steps of the departments and departments of the main and vice departments and departments, as well as their reserve army--the small institutional faction that is serious and determined to "engage in politics" before they are old, and their other wing partners--the so-called loach clams in the sea who frantically laugh at ideals, like maggot rotten flesh, and hold high the banner of the traitorous merchants with shameless two big characters, will not believe this story even if they are killed.
But Sima Qian personally went to Jishan.
Historia. In the biography of Boyi, it is written:
Yao let the world go to Xu You, Xu Yu did not accept it, shame escaped... Taishi Gong yue: Mount Yuden, which is covered with Xu Yuzuka Cloud. This mountain has since been collectively known as Xu Yu Mountain. But on the occasion I ascended to the top of the miki, I did not find Xu You's tomb. At the top of the hill is a large, gentle depression, stretching low and low, like a dustpan full of wild grass. Although the summit is wide, there are no peaks and cliffs, and the summit is unobstructed. A few young men from the Henan Museum and I searched through each cluster of artemisia grass without any traces of relics.
When our feet kicked and wrapped around the tall thatch, we unconsciously recognized this record of ancient history. Sima Qian's next stroke is reliable and has been confirmed many times under the shovels of archaeologists. Did he really see Xu Yu's tomb, I couldn't stop thinking. Twilight had begun to pour out of the top of the mikoto, and the view was desolate. After the sky darkened, we suddenly sighed, and couldn't help but guess Xu You's image, as if when the artemisia grass stumbled and the sun faded and sank, those simple historical materials were chewed up in particular detail. There was silence on all sides of the mountain. In the twilight of The Mountain, and in the hazy four fields connected by the foothills, there is a kind of turbid mourning. I didn't know it at the time, but on that day I not only believed this ancient legend but also tried to find it. I held the hope of an archaeologist, and for a moment even hoped that a miracle would occur, and I would discover Xu You's tomb. But there were no cattle on the top of the ji, no farmers, no strong qinggao of the clothed men; not only Luoyang, but not only the wilderness of northern Henan and southern Jin, but also sunk in the silence of the evening twilight, motionless, silent.
Shortly after that day, when the fieldwork was over, I didn't have time to make time to go up to Miyama again. Then, people and minds flew far away, leaving Henan for fifteen years. It should be said that I did not detach from impetuosity, I was wrapped up in anger and gradually forgot about the Central Plains and the Xia Dynasty of Dayu Zhishui. Xu You's tomb, for me, has indeed disappeared.