People who cherish life will seek a more reasonable attitude towards life. The attitude of life that I admire is a taoist realm. As Tao Yuanming's poem goes:
In the midst of the great wave,
Neither joy nor fear.
It should be done as much as it should be,
Nothing to worry about.
People always want to live, and life and death are relative.
The word "dead" in Indian Sanskrit is a verb, not a noun, and the form is changed as if it were being dynamically. This shows that the ancient Indian grammarians were proficient in human mentality. Death is almost always passive, and a person will not easily abandon his life unless he is forced into a desperate situation.
I have no ambitions and am a very ordinary person. I always have sincere feelings for my relatives, for my friends, and I have never intentionally hurt anyone. However, during those years of catastrophe, I almost lost my old life because I dared to speak out. At that time, any student and teacher wearing a red hoop could insult and beat me at will, and I, an old man with no fighting power, was beaten to the point that one Buddha was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven.
My life should have ended in that catastrophe, in a chance that was thinner than a hair, I did not go to the end of the road like Mr. Lao She, I survived, I was assigned to the toilet, guard the concierge, keep the phone, I was like a person suffering from "leprosy", few people can have the courage to talk to me, I obey anyone's reprimand or dispatch, I can only follow the rules, do not dare to talk randomly.
I survived, and a sense of remorse and shame was biting my heart.
I survived, and a survival instinct called my heart.
I asked myself: I am a cultured, dignified, somewhat learned, and somewhat conscientious person, and the fundamental reason why I can endure humiliation and burden is that my thoughts are still there, my reason is still there, my faith is still there, and my feelings are still there. I'm not willing to be the walking dead, I don't want to be so reckless and steal, I have to do something. The ramayana, a great Indian epic of more than two million words, was translated during that period, in that environment, in that state of mind.
I survived, Sought and realized the value of my life...
Decades have passed, and the memories of the past are still vivid. China's intellectuals, especially the old intellectuals, have been troubled by the so-called political movements of the past few decades, and have been put on many bizarre and absurd hats. Bumps and bumps, the road is not smooth. They have endured the trials and tribulations in the wind and rain, and they have seen life with a more generous and benevolent heart, and they are more willing to tell the truth.
It takes a lot of courage to dare to tell the truth, and sometimes even a very hard "backbone". Historically, have the number of people persecuted and doomed for telling the truth been small?
Mr. Ma Yinchu, the old president of Peking University, published the famous "New Population Theory" in 1957, and he told the truth. But by 1959, this purely academic issue had become a national political crusade. In the face of criticism from hundreds of people, the old horse put together an old bone and met the challenge. He once wrote a statement: "This challenge is justified, and I should worship it." Although I am nearly eighty years old, knowing that I am outnumbered, I stand alone and come out to meet the battle until I die in battle, and I will never surrender to the kind of critic who is preoccupied with force and not persuaded by reason. Ma Lao was soon doomed. But his spirit, his "backbone", is admired and praised by the world, because he dares to defend his faith and dares to uphold the truth. He became a model for our generation of intellectuals.
Mr. Ba Jin, a famous old writer of our country, seriously reflected on the disaster caused by the catastrophe thirty years ago, and in his later years, as the body of the old Mai Long Zhong, he spent a full seven years and painstakingly wrote a big book that told the truth, "Caprice". The eternal value of this book lies in the fact that Ba Lao dared to write the truth in the book.
Of course, only writing the truth is not necessarily a good article, and a good article should have a pure and beautiful literary style and profound thoughts. Only when the sense of truth is integrated into artistry can it become a good article and produce touching power. The style of the article I appreciate is: simple and idyllic, natural in nature, easy in appearance, beautiful in connotation, rhythmic, and rhythmic. I don't like floaty, flat and sluggish articles.
Now that it has become our national policy to treat intellectuals well, I hope that the younger generation of Intellectuals in China will no longer endure the kind of suffering that our older generations endured, and that they should live in a more humane environment. Of course, society is developing, and they will encounter more fierce competition in the new environment. But it is a level playing field of intelligence, a noble, civilized competition in modern society. Its existence is a manifestation of social progress.
Those who aspire to make the Chinese nation stronger, especially the younger generation of intellectuals, your lives are only valuable if they are integrated with the fate of the nation, and the personal pursuit of leaving the great cause of the nation is always small. This is the voice of me, an old intellectual.
As I write this preface, the dark night outside the window is flowing forward, and before I know it, the night has passed and the sun is rising in the east. The morning sun flowed into my study from the window. I sat still and meditated, sometimes looking up, the trees outside the window were leafy, and the verdant green fluttered eyebrows, which added fresh strength to my heart.
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Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems".