The Complete Works of Xu Zhimo's Classical Prose

Chapter 31 Laughing at Life's Hibiscus Bird (3)
At the same time, let's take a look at the peasant class, which accounts for eight or nine tenths of our nation.Their simple life, simple mind, simple emotion, superficial consciousness, and cultural orientation (backwardness) almost make them a kind of human being with only biological functions.Their muscles are well-developed, and they can work, but because of the lack of education, their intellectual activities have almost no chance. As a result, according to the biological law, they degenerate due to uselessness, and their brains are simply useless.Of course the children of the country are less intelligent than the children of the city, and the children of rough people are certainly not as good as the children of scholarly people, that is for sure.But in order to save the life of this culture, we must quickly have healthy vitality to supplement our reading class that has suffered from the poison of excessive civilization.Some people also say that this educated class is hopeless, but if there is hope, it is the uncivilized peasant class in our nation.What I mean is that we should use this untapped energy to supplement our over-drilled civil class.When it comes to implementation, the invisible class boundaries and provincial boundaries must first be broken.Intermarriage and intermarriage are necessary. Comparatively speaking, people from Guangdong, Hunan, and even the north are much healthier than people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and people from rural areas are much healthier than people from cities. Therefore, people from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and northerners must intermarry as much as possible. It is impossible for people to intermarry as much as possible.But this is easy to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult.When it comes to marriage, who is willing to give up their own beauty for the sake of the uncertain future of the nation, that elegant young man is willing to let go of the slim and romantic Jiangnan girl, and go to the countryside to find a stupid big girl to match him? Instead of getting acquainted with aunts, cousins, and even schoolmates who are close in blood, are you willing to go to a foreign land to find a spouse among provincials with different accents?It's hard, I know.But hope is not entirely absent. This hope is entirely educational.First, we must quickly recognize that the disease of this era is nothing more than an original disease, and any chaotic and abnormal phenomena are nothing but a lack of life.These kinds of diseases are all directly killing life. Therefore, in order to maintain the soundness of culture and thought, we have to think of a way to open a way, so that these isolated pools of stagnant water can be fed by natural spring water repeatedly, and become flexible again and again. Obstacles and blockages will naturally have to be eliminated. Thoughts have to be directly burst out of the body of life to have power and power.This over-civilized race must be brought back to the source of life, it must be re-rooted.According to this goal, we must try our best to promote educational opportunities to the healthy peasant class in education, and at the same time reward intermarriage between classes.If the power of the state can interfere with individual marriages, we can use coercive methods to force all of you handsome young men to marry big girls from the country, while at the same time, we can marry our slender and romantic girls to farmers as daughter-in-laws.Besides, who knows, our current standard of mate selection itself is unsound.Women are to marry money, luxury, vanity, feminine men; men's tastes are equally inappropriate.Nothing is healthy, oh, this poisonous civilized society!On the day when our ideals are realized, if our culture can be saved, young men and women in the future will surely have the strengths of both scholars and peasants, and develop equally in physical strength and intelligence. From this healthy tree of life, we can hope Eat the fruit of beautiful and sweet thoughts!
As for us personally, I also have some opinions. It’s just that today’s time is limited and I’m afraid I won’t have the opportunity to play it. But in a word, we need to recognize what kind of disease we are. This virus is in our bodies and blood. , undeniably.As long as we don't admit that we are wrong, there is always a way.My opinion is to get closer to nature, because nature is a healthy and pure influence, which contains endless spiritual nourishment, inspiration and inspiration.It all depends on our individual (individual) self-conscious cultivation.We must first resolve not to be the slaves of time and time, but to be the masters of our thoughts and lives. This temporary dullness must not overwhelm our ideals. We should be grateful for this profound dullness, because here, We have just realized some news about self-control. As I said just now, we still have to work hard, we still have to persevere, and our attitude is positive.Just as I shouted "Everlasting Yea" at the end of "Falling Leaves" two years ago, I still want you to follow me and shout "Everlasting Yea" today!
The original issue of "Autumn", the first edition of Liangyou Book Printing Company in November 1931

Fallen leaves
The day before yesterday, Mr. Zha called me and asked me to give a speech. I said but I had nothing to say, and I was the most impatient to give a speech.He said: Come here, speak as you like, speak freely as you like, and say whatever you like.We here, you know that the start of school is very difficult this time, the life of our students is very boring and boring, we want you to come and give us some life-giving water.These words moved me.Boring and boring, I understand that.Although I am not acquainted with you gentlemen, this fact, the fact that you feel that life is boring, immediately produces a real and deep sympathy in the invisible relationship between me and you gentlemen.I know what boredom is, a shapeless and unreasonable monster. When he came, our whole body seemed to be covered by a big spider web. We finally managed to free this arm, but the other was stuck.That's a scary net.

I also know Life's Boring, his hideous face, and I think you all know him too.He is omnipresent, attached to everyone's body, and he appears on everyone's face.You look at your friends, they have him in their faces, look yourself in the mirror, your face, I think, has him too, dreadfully dry, like a poison, as soon as he enters our blood, Our disposition, our skin changes color, and I am afraid that the color is far from life and closer to the grave.

I am a person who believes in feelings, maybe I am an emotional person by nature.For example, the westerly wind came a few days ago, and when I woke up that morning, I woke up from the cold. I saw that the color on the paper window was lighter than usual, and my limbs under the quilt seemed to be soaked in cold water. I also heard the sound of the wind outside the window, blowing a (tree) dead leaf on the jujube tree, falling down one after another, curling up on the ground, making a rustling sound, some flew out of the outer courtyard, and some stayed at the corner of the wall Turning around, the sound was really like a sigh.Therefore, I thought of the westerly wind, which woke up my dream and blew away the leaves on the trees. His achievements must have been particularly miserable in a famine and poverty-stricken society.When I went out that day, I saw that the scene on the street was different than usual; the poor old men and children were all shivering in the street corners; sooner or later they would inevitably suffer the fate of dead leaves on the trees.That day I felt very bored, almost worried.

So when I heard Mr. Cha say how boring and dry your life is, I understood it very well, and I was willing to come and talk to you.My thoughts are never as systematic as I have thoughts.I don't have that kind of genius.My mental activity was impulsive, almost convulsive.When the thought doesn't come, I can't ask him to come. When he comes, it's like putting on a wet suit. It's extremely uncomfortable, and I can only try to take him off.I have a metaphor. I just talked about the dead leaves in the autumn wind; I can compare my thoughts to the leaves on the tree. Before the time comes, they will not fall easily; but when the time comes, there will be wind again. They can only fall one by one; most of them may be lifeless, withered, and scorched, but some of them may still have a little autumn color, such as maple leaves are red. , crabapple leaves are colorful.There is absolutely no practical use of this leaf; but some people, such as myself, have a habit of loving fallen leaves.When they first come down, the color is very bright, but after a long time, the color will change, unless you preserve it well.So my words, that is my thoughts, are as useless as fallen leaves, at most sometimes there are a few traces of the color of life.You can step on those you don't like at will, and absolutely ignore them; but maybe there are a few people who are destined, and it's useless not to blame them, but they will pick them up and put them in your arms, in the book, and want to stay. Their dim colors.Feelings, real feelings, are rare, precious, and should be shared; we should not reject feelings, or oppress feelings, that is a criminal act, and suppress the spring to prevent it from rising, or choke Children do not let pant the same crime.People are inherently disjointed individuals in society.Emotions, innate and acquired, are a kind of thread, a kind of latitude and longitude, weaving the originally scattered individuals into a whole with articles.But sometimes the clues are also tattered and scattered.Therefore, in a society, there must be new clues to continue to be produced, broken places to be repaired, and loose places to be tightened, in order to maintain the general order of the organization. Sometimes when the productivity is particularly increased, we have the opportunity or Is to expand, or to add to our existing area, or to intensify, like a tennis board with two lines, our ready-made organization, because we know the forces of creation and destruction, the forces of construction and destruction, God and The forces of Satan exist simultaneously.These two forces are compared on a scale; when they are rarely balanced, either one end sinks or the other end sinks. Yes, the fate of mankind is compared on a large scale, a huge black Shadow, that is the incarnation of our assembly, watching there, his hands are full of two-point weights, sending them to one side for a while, and sending them to the other side for a while, the earth is spinning, the sun, the moon Stars and stars, shining in turn, our destiny will always be weighed on the balance.

I said tennis racket, yes, racket is a good metaphor.Those of you who play tennis know that the strings on the racquet are the most important and important. If those strings are particularly strong, not only will you pull the ball, draw the ball, and shoot the ball extraordinarily powerfully and excellently when facing the opponent, but also your The beat is also extraordinarily durable, and a small number of extremely strong molecules maintain the overall uniformity.This principle is applied to human nature, that is to say, if we have the power to encrypt and strengthen our most common sympathy thread, when the thread is threaded and connected to all beating hearts, then our big net will be strong and durable, Tianjin people That said, there are roots.No matter how bad the weather is, whether it is rain, cloud, frost, wind, or how fast the water is, if we have such a powerful net, we may not be able to swim in the endless torrent of time sooner or later. Collecting priceless treasures, even if we can't add heavily to the weight of the created life on the balance of our destiny?
That's why I say that true feelings and human feelings are precious, and they are the basic components of social organization.At first it may be only an accidental vibration in a person's mind, but this vibration, however weak, creates distant ripples; and when these ripples arouse a sympathetic response, the thin ones become thicker, What used to be weak becomes strong, and what used to be brittle becomes tough, like strands of ramie tying into a thick rope; what used to be just microwaves has turned into big waves, and turned out to be just a strand in the crevice of a mountain. The thin water has now become a rolling river, flowing into the boundless ocean.

For example, Jesus’ sermon on the mountain (Sormon on the mount) was not limited to a few words, but this short speech established the limit of human desires, established an absolute standard of value, and created a Pure and complete religion.That is a great fact, one of the greatest facts in human history.Another example is Shakyamuni, who realized the truth of birth, old age, sickness and death. With great compassion, courage and fearlessness, he abandoned his status in the world, wealth and honor, family and wife, and went to the mountains to practice Taoism. As a result, he also opened a road of liberation for the depressed world, and set the most glorious definition for the genius of the Eastern nation.That was another miracle in human history.But the origin of such a major event is not just an accidental shock in a person's heart, is it not just a drop of the most transparent and sincere emotion falling into the dark universe?

Feelings are power, not knowledge.A man's heart is the treasury of power, not his logic.The expression of true emotion, whether it is poetry, text, music, sculpture or painting, is like throwing a stone in the middle of a flat lake, and you can see the changes caused by it while standing.A lifeless theory, no matter what it is about, is just throwing stones into the desert, just adding a dry molecule to the dry ground. Maybe you can hear some dry sound when you throw it down, but otherwise Just a great dead silence.Therefore, feelings are the springs that form rivers and rivers, and feelings are the clues that weave into a big net.

But what about our own net?Now is the time when we should open our eyes and recognize the truth of the facts around us.We have been ambiguous for a long time, and now there is no room for ambiguity.Let us declare loudly that our net is broken, broken, and rotten; let us happily declare the bankruptcy of our nation, morality, politics, society, religion, literature and art, everything is bankrupt.Our hearts are home to silverfish, and our souls live a terrible lie!The calm end of the scale is the weight of destruction, not the weight of creation; the forces of rout, not the power of building; the magic of Satan, not the spirit of God.All of a sudden, the road on this side was covered with thorns, and the road on the other side was flooded. There was a terrifying sound above our heads. Is it thunder or artillery fire?There are cries and laughter all around us. Crying is the sad sound of our soul being insulted. Laughter is the grinning laughter of the living people going crazy. It is more terrifying and miserable than ghost crying.When we open our eyes to look, there is almost no clean land that has not been washed away by blood and tears; there is no place of peace, because even if you forget the outside world, you still cannot hide yourself of anguish and pain.Do not think that such chaos is due to economic inequality, or political instability, or the unbridled ambition of a few.All these empty and self-deceiving theories are easy to say and sound good, because we only hope to shirk our own responsibilities. As long as it is not my share, I have the right to curse others.But this is, I emphatically say, an act of cowardice; and this is what I call the great lie that lurks in our individual souls!Do you say that a few politicians, a few soldiers, or a few rich men are the cause of the current chaos?I say to you now: Sir, you are wrong, you are very wrong, you flatter the few people too much, and you despise yourself too much.Let us confess in unison, under the universal light of the sun, the sins of each of us, the uncleanness of each of us, the carelessness, cowardice, and meanness of each of us!We are as filthy as the dirtiest, as ugly as the ugliest, and we ourselves are the cause of our destiny.

Unless we can uproot the big lie in our soul, we will not be saved; we must burn the ghost away with the fire of prayer, we must wash away the ghost with the tears of repentance, we must be brave To bear the crime; only with the courage to bear the crime can one have the courage to fight the crime.There is no second way to go.If you will forgive my impudence, I miss a poem I wrote recently, because that poem is a more concentrated expression of what I have said today:

poison
Today is not the day for me to sing, a wicked smile drools on my lips, not the day for me to joke, with a luminous blade in my bosom;

Believe me, my mind is vicious because the world is vicious.My soul is dark because the sun has killed its splendor, my voice is like a night-owl on a grave because all harmony has been killed on earth, and my accent is like a ghost accusing his enemy because all kindness has been lost Give way to all complaints;
But trust me.The truth is in my words though my words are like poison.The truth is always unambiguous. Although my words seem to have the tongue of a two-headed snake, the tip of a scorpion's tail, and the tentacles of a centipede; just because my heart is filled with a feeling stronger than poison, more vicious than a curse, more violent than a flame, and stronger than a fire. Death is deeper into intolerance, compassion and love, so my words are poisonous, cursing, scorching, and vain;

Believe me, all our principles are buried in the tight tomb of coral-earth, And the scent of your strongest sacrifices cannot pierce the tight strata: all our principles are dead; all our faiths are like It's a kite rotten on a tree branch, we hold this broken kite string in our hands: all faith is rotten;

Believe me, the great shadow of suspicion, Like a dark cloud, has overshadowed all human relations: the Son of Man no longer mourns for his new-born mother, no brother comes to take his sister's hand.A friend becomes a murderer, and the watchdog turns and bites his master's leg: Yes, suspicion drowns everything; those who sit and cry by the roadside, those who stand in the middle of the street, and those who visit at your window are all The raped virgin: In the pool, there are only some tattered and bright lotus flowers;
Floating in the filthy stream of human nature, like floating catfish, five mutilated corpses, they are benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, flowing towards the endless sea of ​​time;

This sea is an unsettled sea, the waves are surging, and human desire and animal nature are clearly written on the little white cap of each wave;
Adultery is everywhere: greed embraces justice, suspicion forces sympathy, cowardice insults bravery, lust insults love, violence invades humanity, darkness tramples light;

(End of this chapter)