I didn't know I was a guest in my dream.
Author: San Mao
The writing time is1early 983, 0: 27.
I sat at my desk and thought of a wish.
It is not the new year that brings new hope. It is a topic that must be given by the composition teacher for primary school students during the New Year. If you don't write a new year's plan, you always feel as if you haven't said what you should say. It has become an inertia to do homework once a year and write it repeatedly. It is also an easy thing for people to grow up like this.
Don't take life in your composition book too seriously. If this year's ambition is small and sincere, the teacher will give a C, and next year he will have the opportunity to aspire to be a doctor or scientist in the book. A will always come.
In the composition books for many years, most of the ambitions are to please the teachers. Of course, this is deceiving others, but there is no way to deceive yourself.
In fact, the interests of a lifetime are extremely extensive. If you really count them carefully, you will always be reading and reading. Playing truant was not for anything else, but for studying.
On rainy days, hiding in the graveyard to eat extra-curricular books, that kind of cold and lying embarrassment and suffering is still fresh in my memory, and that kind of obsession is still fresh in no way back.
My Dream of Red Mansions, the Water Margin, the 12th floor, the story of truth, evil flowers, drama examination, scholars' history, wonders of ancient and modern times, stories of heroes of children, the romance of the Green Red Gang, and Wei Caotang's reading notes … were all acacia at that time. I asked for a seal called "No regrets".
Cover with red inkpad and raise your hand, there will be two regrets. Good words are striking, but not shocking. I like reading, taking reading as my eternal pursuit, and I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to books. If you lose a friend who usually pays you back because of seclusion, and at the same time you seem unreasonable and lose your manners, you will be helpless and have no regrets. I am willing to lose other entertainment in the world and the prosperity in the eyes of others. Because of my limited ability, I can't allocate my time to other businesses, just because there are more and more books on the shelves. My income can be light on food, clothing, housing and transportation, and frugality is far from books. I spare every minute for others, but I am happy to spend it on reading. This is my selfishness and waste, without any explanation. Instead of explaining, I feel at ease.
I don't study hard, and I can't actually run away from it. In the book, I'm just playing. There are many places in the book, a grand view garden, which I have never been to, let alone so many places to go.
Confucius said that the word "swim (swim) in art" has been understood since childhood, but teachers have to say: work while you work, play while you play. It is equally boring for me to deal with these two things separately. If you can't swim, it's hard to do it. If you can't swim, you won't go.
I often read White, but I refuse to put down my book to look up Ci Hai. Ci Hai doesn't mean that I don't turn it over, but it's fun to watch, not just to look up a pronunciation.
If you really understand the meaning of the word you can't read, then a good book is in a good mood. If you put the book aside and look it up in the dictionary, the momentum will be broken. Of course, you give up the dictionary. Good reading in ordinary people is a personal enjoyment, a personal experience, not because reading white characters will bring disaster to the country and the people. Reading is not for anyone, including recipes. I only study for myself.
However, I didn't study on purpose. I must look for deliberate things, even scenery. I often can't find what I'm looking for, but I'm very tired.
Sometimes I go into a book late at night and suddenly look back-hey, isn't that the man in the dim light? I'm not looking for anyone or anything, but hiding behind others. It's a surprise.
I don't know who I'm catching or who I'm hiding from. The environment is my heart, but it can't be destroyed by books. A dream emerged from the pipe of a pipe, and the east was bright outside the window. One day in the world, the book has been written for thousands of years, but I feel that heaven and man are one, things are forgotten by me, and things are separated from me. Jia Zheng made Baoyu in A Dream of Red Mansions read "serious books", which made Baoyu, a natural person, deeply bitter. Fortunately, my father is not Jia Zheng. The books displayed on the small bookshelf include scientific genie, social ethics, religious love, martial arts detective reasoning prose, manual housework magic, chemical astronomy and geography, new poetry and old sayings, gardening art, China music jokes, philosophical nursery rhymes, essays, etc ... I am really shocked and fascinated by Wan Ren.
In my opinion, a good book is a good book, and the form is not a problem. Naturally, some people will say that it is too complicated. This statement reminds me of a story: two Taoists have different opinions, one criticizes the truth of Taoism and the other slanders falsehood, which has long been to please Confucius. Confucius walked down the steps, bowed and said, "I have the Avenue Method, so why not?" Are the two gentlemen really Taoist priests and Qiu Su admires them? " Two people back out with joy. The disciple said, "Master, what do you admire?" Confucius said, "This generation has coaxed him to go enough. What annoyed him? "
It is a great pleasure in life to read all the books of talents in the world. Personally, the definition of talent can't be limited to the words pure literature. Of course, so will the library. Expensive books, out-of-print books, are often open-shelf, and people can take them, but they can't lend them out. The library I went to was in the Cultural University. Whenever I stand in front of an unpopular bookshelf and read a book, another like-minded person who I don't know quietly comes to my side and smiles at each other, which is also a subtle pleasure in life.
To go to the museum, you should first turn over the information board and walk slowly through the bookshelf like a wall, but you feel that the wind is over the top of the mountain and the flowers are all over the sky, and your heart is peaceful, clear and full.
You may not find the book you want. In the Northern Song Dynasty, during the Renzong period, there was a book "Jade Calendar Treasure" hidden on that shelf, which was easy to find. Looking around, this one is not coming, and the other one is coming, and it is a joy between Sang Yu in the east corner.
There is a reading room, tables and chairs in the museum, and people are invited to sit still. I think a scholar should have such a posture-behave yourself. When reading a book like this, people and books have posture rules. Rules are two words that we can't live without all our lives. They are not terrible. Unfortunately, the pleasure of reading, lying on the ground, lying on the bed and sitting under the tree while eating and watching can't be realized in the library. I love music, but I don't like going to concerts, which is probably the same reason. The library is actually good enough and can't ask for more. Just because my own personality is most afraid of being blunt, serious and fluorescent, I prefer reading late at night. If I sit quietly in the library, bring my own small desk lamp and tea set and read widely all my life, it will be a good ending. The endless human feelings, mission, time and responsibility in my heart have not released me. A person's life is for this person and that person. When will they live for their own interests? What time? Do we have to wait until we die? If the answer is yes, I will-
I don't borrow books from people to go home. The borrowed book is a guest, for fear of poor hospitality. It looks like a piece of paper. If you turn it over carefully, you can still see the mountains and water, but you can't enter the border. I don't like people borrowing books from me either. Every time there are good books, buy ten at a time. Send a book if you borrow it, and both the host and the guest are happy.
I don't borrow my book and toothbrush. I really insist on giving someone a toothbrush.
People say that if you go to Wan Li Road to study thousands of books, you will get two points. In fact, you can also study on the road. Reading agatha christie's works in the waiting room, how time flies.
Back to the library. I know that Mr. Yu's collection is in the library of China Drama Group of Drama Department of Culture University. When I first went there, I found a box of Mr. Yu's ashes next to the book A Dream of Red Mansions. I was shocked and stood in silence for a long time, then I opened the box to get the book.
On that occasion, when I was reading A Dream of Red Mansions approved by Zhi Yanzhai, I found something written by Mr. Wang when he gave Mr. Wang an outline. The ink is still clear, and both of them have passed away. In this mood, when I meet a book, there are vicissitudes outside the book. After Mr. Outline died, he could not borrow books, and the drama department was very strict. If it's mine, it's legal. Keep Mr. Outline's ashes first. Okay.
Sometimes it's not enough just to read a book and play 1 100 games. When the ancients said that, they didn't necessarily have no opinions at all. They can't help admiring if it is really a wonderful pen. One's fingers itch at this time, so be sure to annotate the book. If you are in the library, you can't doodle on the books. When you finish reading it and go out for a walk and get some air, you often feel resentful.
If you belong to your own book, you can speak freely with the author. In the book, you can circle, click, delete, and write your own opinions on the page. Sometimes I'm obsessed. One book becomes three books, including the author, Jin Shengtan and my verbosity. This kind of spiritual communication through time and space can only be compared with those who invite the soul to talk.
Out-of-print books are not necessarily just ancient books. Today, Fang Xin's poetry collection "Worship" has a copy in the university. Tearing and leaking, I was squeezed into the bus to school every day and finally fell down. Actually, it doesn't matter if it falls. Things outside the body come and go according to karma, and I am very lucky that I have not lost my heart. When he returned to China in 1980, Fang Xin gave him another copy. He wrote four words-the book after the robbery.
This time, I copied it to another book, and the joy of being recovered is still precious. Sixteen years passed silently.
There is also a book made by hand and colored paper for me. The book is still there. The giver heard that it was still alive, but he didn't know where it was. I also made a colorful blank book with "My Childhood" on the cover. My childhood has passed, and I filled the lost months with my heart on paper. It is very safe and satisfactory. He also said that he would not lend books to others. After going abroad for several years, most of his books were scattered. I guess the people who stole the book were married brothers and sisters in the family. They shouted injustice and told me to go door to door. I went there and didn't find any old friends that belonged to me, but I brought back some books that didn't belong to me. It is a great advantage that these brothers and sisters are not strictly monitored. People are fascinated by books and criticize monologues, but they also feel inadequate. Poetry has its own musicality. Every time I read "Words on Earth" and "The Boat of Poets", I will think about it again and again. Besides memorizing it in my heart, I also like reading all the new poems of Tang poetry and Song poetry. With my own voice, I will make the beauty of this syllable alive again. My mother always gets up in the middle of the night when I come home to live and dream, goes to my daughter's bedroom and turns off the light. This is her kindness, curiosity and habit. Walking like a cat, suddenly poking your head in gently, often scares people who are absorbed in reading. Whenever there is a complaint, blame her for not coughing.
I was reading a long poem that night, and my voice was not clear; As usual, the mother suddenly attacked, and she was alert at the sound, thinking that her daughter's whispering in the middle of the night was the secret life in the back garden. She turned and fled in fright, afraid to enter the room. It was my turn this time, and I accidentally scared my mother away. It's not good to be fast! In fact, reading is not in a hurry to eat it alive. You should digest everything first, and then supplement yourself. I used to look at Mr. Jin Yong and only saw what love was. Later, Mr. Ni Kuang lectured people, saying that martial arts should also be carefully trained. What he said is reasonable and should be accepted modestly. One day, I was overjoyed to see that the protagonist in the book knocked the other side to the ground with a trick of "sweeping the wings of a white crane". I put down my book and played Tai Chi slowly, which evolved into this action. I concentrated on practicing again and again, learning to keep fit and entertain myself, which was an unexpected gain. Jin Yong's novels can be so magical. Thank you.
When it comes to the chemical function of books, we have to look at the situation from time to time and recite an everlasting regret from childhood. It was not until three years ago that I occasionally remembered the second half of the sentence, and it suddenly dawned and made people cry.
Read more, and your appearance will naturally change. Many times, I may feel that many books I have read are gone and I can't remember them. In fact, they still have potential, and their temperament, speech and mind are boundless. Of course, they may also be revealed in life and words. It is often casually said that Tuo's domineering vernacular is fluent, while Yan Dingming, as an astronomical heavenly heart, is only talented, but no one has calmly thought about how many books these writers have read privately. The achievement of everything in the world is not accidental. Of course, in addition to reading, that kind of innate acuity and intuition is innate, and you can't force it or study hard.
A scholar looks dull on some occasions, which is helpless. If the room is full of clothes, how can that person be promoted to a higher position and make a fortune? In fact, in general popular novels, what is said is just rich and colorful, and there is no need to be too dusty. But the beauty of fashion is extremely profound; I'm afraid the only thing that can taste when eating is sticky shark fin.
Read a book, let alone tell a book. No one wants to listen to a book at the symposium, so don't say it.
The symposium can't elaborate on the police fairy and maze, let alone the femme fatale in the water margin In case of talking about the spread of Che Guru in Ningbo (meaning Bao Guru) and Buddha lanterns in Heizhou, Tibet, the listener may even hit people with autographed books and die. Don't say, don't say, silence is golden, smile at the flowers in silence.
The book is endless, and then I sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran. A red sun falls from the sky with a bright future, and the other side is this body.
Where is Nirvana? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Still have to talk about books. My brothers and sisters' children all regard me as a flute player in fairy tales, and all the playgrounds lure me away, hoping to follow my sister-in-law to listen to stories. We don't talk about the marriage between the princess and the prince, and we are not young women or looking for their mothers. Every weekend, the small study will talk about the wandering of the Jewish nation, the restoration of Israel, the Palestinian guerrillas and the painter Hitler. There are also Northeast Wang Zhang, dog meat generals Zhang Zongchang, Cixi and Guangxu, Tang and Yang Guifei, An Incident and Miss, Baoyu Daiyu Xue Baochai Shen Sanyuanniang Pan Jinlian. ...
I'm not afraid of children burying flowers. I'm afraid they don't even know what flowers are.
Naturally understand that reading can't be impatient, and savoring is the most reasonable. The problem is that life is short. In the face of China's 5,000-year history, are you in a hurry? What's more, there is another earth and universe besides China.
One day, I was talking about a dream of red mansions with my classmates in the garden. The bell rang and I was shocked. During the break, I suddenly jumped out to the students in the first and second rows: If Sanmao dies-of course he will-please burn a Dream of Red Mansions, and don't make a mistake to burn paper money.
In the afterlife, it is this reluctance that is frank, and it is really not a wise man.
Baoyu became in a daze after he lost his jade. The monk sent the jade back and left, and it was noisy again in a few days. Baoyu heard that the monk was quarreling outside, so he wanted to return the jade to the monk and said, "I have a heart." What do I need this jade for? "
I lost my desire and came to my heart. I woke up from a big dream, but that man went to the wild-
The jade word is written in the last line. If you are wrong, don't look it up in the dictionary. It's interesting to see how Mr. Hu said this word in A Dream of Red Mansions. Why do I hold the jade here so tightly? What's the name jade in the book? How to write the word jade, is it jade or desire? Call it a brick. Red bricks are also beautiful building materials.
Books are actually very dangerous things, and most bookworms in the world have something to do with reading. In our genealogy, we remember an ancestor, because he loved reading all his life and was not good at business, which made his good family fortune fall apart and died for years. The genealogy still blames him. Can you be flexible with such a heavy brick on your head? It should still be elastic. Bricks can crush people to death or build skyscrapers, depending on how people use them. I want to send some books to my friends as a symbol of my missing. Father said you should never be so kind. It's strange that people who play mahjong don't hate you for collecting books during the New Year. The color and beauty of this world also lie in that everyone's views and ambitions on value are quite different. Some people love books, others are afraid of losing, and a person's life will become a beast farm between winning and losing. Competition doesn't suit my constitution. Those ten colors of noise make people nervous and have stomach ulcers. The book does not argue with others, and it is very quiet, although there is real life in the book. But not with readers.
There is such a friend, the only friend in the world who doesn't see each other often. I don't even see you once a year, but I happen to meet you, say hello to you, make tea right away, rain at night, and say goodbye to our reading experience. Speaking of tongue-tied, forgetting to drink, exhausted, no personal life. Time is precious. I only gave the language to the dreamland of the book, and I didn't dare to make another appointment after breaking up. Once a year, it is already the overdraft of life limit. Break up and study behind closed doors. Every time you are interested in meeting, you will get a wonderful book and a limited letter. At this point, there is no regret in life, so-called the legendary swordsman also.
It's already six o'clock in the morning since I started writing, and the fashion at ten o'clock is full of dusty things. Seeing that there are more than a dozen new books to read on the case, I can't wait to throw away my pen and write a word. I wish I could abandon my cultivation and dream-I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day!
Naturally, readers at a certain level will read this article and say, Sanmao, your previous article "Clouds in the Castle Peak, Moon in the Sky" ran crazy, and it was so unexpected that it was a farce. Why are you here again now?
Baoyu's last sentence in a dream of red mansions was: "All right, stop fooling around, it's over-"Laughed on his back and left. Many people either laugh on my back or never leave me, so they have to show their temperament to others. The following two words are more important. I'm still going. Shuxiang Road should be steady and diligent. Besides, it's unbearable.
Letters from readers and friends are all about stories-the trip to the Amazon rainforest in South America is always obscure and refuses to write. I don't want you to see a dream of red mansions, and then a monk comes out and leaves. What are you talking about?
I want to say that it is clear whether people are sad at this point, but the "ability to be free" is increasing day by day. Indulge yourself occasionally, study quietly and crazily, go wherever you want, and go with the flow. This interest will not harm society. Even if you set an old ambition in the new year. No one will give you an A, B, C, D, E, and no one will advise you. The most important thing is to think about your future, be cautious and be famous. This is really great.
Hope 1983, 8485 and beyond, good weather, peaceful country and people, peaceful world and prosperous publishing. Everyone will live the brightest and richest life in their own way of life and post. This is the joy of the century.