Cartoonist's Dream

It is a terrible thing to get used to a life.

The seven-day holiday of big fish and big meat has passed, and the National Day is over and it is back on track.

The fresh food that can be found in the trash can is getting less and less, and I frowned while wandering in the commercial street.It would be nice to even find a can of leftover eight-treasure porridge from the day before yesterday. Facts have proved that those valuable cans have been exchanged for money, and there is not even a scrap of leftovers left.

Just to be on the safe side, I pried up every trash can on the block.

I was quick, the block was the territory of the trio, and the contents of the trash cans were considered their personal property.But sadly, there is very little of anything of value left in the trash. [

... My body was gradually taken over by hunger.

Want to beg?But a able-bodied person like me can't ask for money at all.

At noon, I stared at the shopping guide girl who was eating a boxed lunch inside the glass.Experience tells me that there will definitely be leftovers in the lunch box they are about to throw away, and there may even be fat left in the lunch box of the skinny shop assistant.

I didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes, just thinking about having white rice to eat, saliva kept secreting in my mouth all the time.

Gollum—

#That, uncle——

A little inattentively, I was bullied by the shopping guide girl and approached me. Are you planning to give the lunch box over?Really, if something that goes too smoothly happens in front of you, it really makes people wonder whether it's too much.

This probably means that all wishes come true—I thought beautifully, and stretched out my sincere hands. …Then, I was driven away from the store, and I happened to see the owner of this site, and luckily I was the first to see the three of them.

To avoid getting myself bruised, I sneaked out of the mall and back to the bomb shelter two blocks away.The air-raid shelter built in the last century has been sealed with red bricks, leaving only a depth of about 1 meter. This is my home——

Hungry, I fell asleep in the safety of my den.Live a life of worry in the dream.The dream lasted until the evening, and after waking up, my stomach became even hungrier. I was going to try my luck in the commercial street again.

As I was about to take action, I suddenly ran into an old acquaintance at the door of my house that I hadn't seen for several days.He greeted me from a distance, and after I walked over, he actually hiccupped me braggingly, which was unforgivable.

#Where has it developed recently?look at you.White and fat.

For my livelihood, I am not ashamed to ask.

Hearing his answer, I couldn't believe it at first, because he said that he "eats fresh white rice and green vegetables every day to eat".In my questioning eyes, "good brother, I will take you there".Anyway.I was dragged by him to the river embankment at the intersection of Taoyuan Road.

Then--

God, what did I see...

#Do you have a bowl yourself?If not, you can buy a new hard plastic bowl for 1 yuan.

#There are, there are some——

I nodded and eagerly took out an iron bowl from my arms.My bowl has been tucked into my pant cuffs, snug against my belly, making me feel secure… [

Then, the porridge with green vegetables and lean meat filled my stomach from yesterday to today.

And tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow—

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On a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, I was assigned to the capital.

Really.Does a place like Beijing still need free porridge?At that time, I thought so.

At that time, I never thought that there were so many poor people in the capital. Their daily hard life greatly changed my mind, but there were also some bastards who played cards during the day and came to receive food at night.

They just don't know what to do, they just enjoy themselves blindly, and they come to get porridge when they are hungry.

#You know that it is a simple organization that distributes vegetables and porridge for free, why does it have to be called the Ideal Foundation? ...

I educated these idlers when serving porridge, showing them the bowls that have accompanied me for more than ten years.It was a light yellow iron bowl.The rim of the bowl was originally dark green lacquer glaze, but now only black cast iron remains.A few spots where the glaze was missing in the iron bowl, and the circle around the bottom of the bowl were all black.

I was the first batch of freeloaders and the second batch of volunteers.At first, all the people who came to receive the free three meals were beggars or vagrants. None of them was clean, and everyone came to receive their own rice bowls.Some of us awakened quickly, and some of us are still getting food in a daze.

Ideal Fund, not called Li Xiang Fund.It is not called Limu Fund, and it is definitely not a fund organization for fame.It wasn't even an organization in the first place, it was a charity funded independently by that one person.

这次来到京城，理想基金并不发给我工资。只是依旧满足我的三餐。事实上每个来到我面前的人都能领到三餐，发放时间分别为7：00m-9：00m、11：00m-1：00pm和5：00-7：00pm；有时会因为排队过长而把时间延后。

The porridge with green vegetables and lean meat at the beginning was delicious, but it’s not that the quality of the three free meals has been reduced due to cutting corners now.It's just that the free three meals event was carried out in a hurry at that time, and there was no contact with canteens, restaurants and other institutions, so the green vegetable lean meat porridge was made by the person's mother herself.

When the Ideal Foundation walks out of Nanhua, that person's mother will obviously be able to do nothing.Coupled with the possible problems of food rights and responsibilities, the ideal fund's free three meals were contracted to a restaurant with a good reputation.This restaurant is a reputable restaurant throughout the Jiangnan area. Facts have proved that the food taste of this restaurant is very average.

Before I knew these secrets, I ate breakfast and went back to bed like any other homeless person, then lunch and dinner.Day after day, week after week... I don't have to pry the trash can, my mind is no longer occupied by hunger, my mind is free.So I started to have a lot of time and a lot of energy to think about who are the people who feed me?

...why feed me?

... what should I do today?

Just thinking about it, I still do nothing.Suddenly one day I wake up in my sleep, and I suddenly find that I am living a life like a pig. This is probably the feeling.

I started looking for things that I could do, things that can only be done by human beings, but there were too few things I could do.I went to ask the person I knew best, the volunteer who gave us porridge. I didn't know he was a volunteer at the time.I don't even know the five characters on the porridge cart. The first two characters I learned were: [ideal].

[Ideal] is to strive for with one's own hands, a good wish that is realistic and achievable.

[Foundation] is a non-profit organization established in accordance with national regulations and donated by Limu for the purpose of public welfare.

This is the explanation she gave me. It sounds a bit wrong now, but the actual meaning of the five words spelled is similar to what she said.The combination of the five characters is the [Ideal Foundation] - a fund organization dedicated to liberating human hands, rescuing human beings from unavoidable work, and helping human beings to emancipate their minds. [

...By the way, the porridge pie carts at that time were very similar to the hawker carts.

At the suggestion of the porridge man, I found what I could do as a human being, and I became a volunteer.I bought a dictionary with the money I saved. I used the money for emergencies. I could buy some steamed buns when I couldn’t find anything to eat. After the free three meals were released, they had lost the meaning of storing them.

In addition to the 6 hours of meal delivery time every day, I began to study the words in the dictionary one by one.To be honest, there is nothing difficult to learn in writing.Although I can't understand the large string of explanations behind the word [阿], as long as I find out the pronunciation of each word, I can easily understand their meaning after reading them consecutively.

I'm not illiterate, I just don't know how to pronounce these words, so I learned quickly.Gradually, I began to learn to read, read some meaningful books, and find my own nature.

So I read Schopenhauer's "The World as Will and Representation". He regards art as a possible way to relieve the pain of human existence, which I fully agree with.Because of him, because that man's comic art really gave me peace and tranquility, and there were always a few comics in the food distribution area for our own entertainment.

However, Schopenhauer's basic thinking is somewhat biased. He regards human beings as creatures of pure will, and draws the conclusion that all spiritual and physical desires will not be satisfied, basically urging people to give up on themselves.And I've gotten past the stage of my life where I've given up on myself, so I think I've gotten past his thinking.

Schopenhauer's ideas are somewhat similar to those mentioned by Maslow in the book "The Theory of Human Motivation".However, Maslow is obviously better than him. He believes that human desires are divided into: physiological needs, safety needs, emotional and belonging needs, esteem needs, and self-actualization needs.

Schopenhauer believes that human desires cannot be satisfied, while Maslow believes that the capping of human desires is self-realization.

Regardless of the facts, the ideal fund can meet the first and second level needs of anyone; and I get emotional belonging in the foundation, which meets my third level needs; , has been respected by others, this is the fourth level.Then I started to pursue "self-actualization"...

It sounds like it can really be explained by Maslow's theory.But why in reality some people can skip the second, third and fourth items and go directly to the fifth item?For example, the precarious Islamic believers and al-Qaeda militants, or the People's Liberation Army militiamen who were not well fed and clothed in the 50s and [-]s are all special cases in Maslow's theory.

At this time, there are still some painters who are hungry to paint, writers who want to write even if they are lonely, and music creators who are dying.Their first, second, third and fourth floors are empty, but in my opinion their spirit is sublime. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)