Appreciation of Beauty ｜ Forget the author: Ji Xianlin Reading: Wang Hui

Author: Ji Xianlin Reading: Wang Hui

I remember where I heard a joke: a person is forgotten. One day, he went to the wild. After the task was completed, I couldn't find my belt. After a sweat, I found it anyway, and I was overjoyed and said, "Today's luck is really good, I picked up a belt for no reason!" Turning around, accidentally, stepped on the shit pile that I just pulled out. So I was furious: "Which mixed dog was pulled here?"

This was originally a joke. In our real life, it may not be available. However, as soon as people are old, they are easy to forget, but it is often seen.

I know a famous painter, which was not confused. However, after eighty years old, he slowly forgot to be confused. We met nearly half a century ago, and we can talk about it, and we usually have some contact. However, in recent years, every time he met, he completely forgot my surnamed name. The simple and generous eyes flowing from the back of the glasses fell on my face, which was full of doubtful spirit. I quickly said, "I am Ji Xianlin, from Peking University." He nodded. However, after five minutes, he asked me again, "Who are you!" I replied to answer. In each meeting, although the time is not long, such an embarrassing situation will always appear several times. I thought to myself: Old friends are indeed old!

One year, we met in Hong Kong. A well -known entrepreneur set up a savory, a guest. There are quite a lot of participants in Hong Kong, such as Rao Zongyi, Shao Yifu, Yang Zhenning and others. In the spacious and elegant, graceful and luxurious banquet hall, the pearl is treated and brilliant, which can be described as extremely prosperous. As for the exquisite dishes and the thoughtful service, naturally it is not even more important.

I was the guest of this painter and the old friend of this painter, and was arranged beside the master seat. But when he was staggered, when Yixing flew, he suddenly stood up and turned to leave. He probably thought that the banquet had ended, and it was time to worship. The crowd was stunned. His wife knew inside, quickly got up, stopped him, and pulled him back to his seat to avoid an awkward situation.

A few years ago, the Dunhuang Turpan Society held an annual meeting in the large report hall of the magnificent Beijing Library. My painter old friend is one of the veterans of the Dunhuang academic community and has received universal respect. According to China's current etiquette, he must be invited to the podium and speak. However, this brings difficulties.

At this time, I negotiated with his wife, and she wrote a brief speech and stuffed it into his pocket, telling him that even if he finished reading, he would not do the routine of rituals. However, as soon as he spoke, the manuscript had long forgotten to enter the clouds. It looks like I plan to start with Pangu Kaishi. As follows, it will be said for thousands of years, and I can't talk about today. When the audience became a fossil, he might talk about the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period!

I was as anxious as an ant on the hot pot, and suddenly thought: according to the established policy. I asked his wife to come on stage, took out the lecture from his pocket, and whispered a few words. He suddenly realized that he nodded and said that he finished the lecture and returned to his original seat. So a thrilling talent was rejoiced.

I am six or seven years old than this old friend. Some people praise my ears and eyes, in fact, they are not disfigured, and their eyes are not clear. If people drink water, it knows that it is warm and cold, and the taste is not an outsider. However, the brake parts in my head, although aging, can still be used. Coupled with my self -knowledge, my new motto is: the elderly person, the brakes fail, and the abstinence says. It has always been pursuing no violation, and has not yet encountered a dilemma of being unable to settle down. It's a bit complacent in the subconscious.

However, my memory agency also gradually had problems. Although it has not reached the level of "magic" of the painter's old friend, it is quite impressive. In this regard, I was unique and founded a school with Ji Xianlin.

My memory of myself, especially the image, is a bit confident. Forty or fifty years ago, or even a look, a gesture, a gesture, still remembered so far. , That is an article. However, in recent years, the old memory can still be preserved, and people who are very familiar with them often forget his name when meeting.

In the first glance, his name seemed to be on his mouth, on his tongue. However, in a moment, less than one -tenth, the name of this screaming was hidden, and could no longer be said. Can't say it, even if it is, this has nothing to do with the major events of the universe, national affairs, and even personal affairs, which can be ignored. Moreover, the fuse that was broken like an electric lamp in the head will be connected. What a little thing, why mind? But it doesn't work, it becomes a heart disease of me.

I looked like a magic, walking, reading books, eating, sleeping, as long as my thinking turned, I immediately remembered the matter. It seems that if you can't think of it, you can't survive, and the earth stops. I remember from the glyph, there was no result; I remembered from the pronunciation, and the result was stunned. I am most afraid of waking up in the middle of the night. I was sleeping sweetly. If I did not interfere, I would be happy overnight. However, like a light fire flashed, the name problem emerged again.

The Qi of the ancients often said is very wonderful, but at this time, it is wonderful. I rolled around and stared at dawn. Its bitter taste is not enough for outsiders. However, I don't know which god is blessed, and his head suddenly flashed like electric light fire, and his name suddenly appeared. The ancients described happiness often saying "the cave house flower night, the title of the gold list", but compared with my mood at this time. Such a small tragedy, just after the end, will come again. Sometimes, for the name of the same person, two such dramas will be performed. And more and more frequency appears. I have to admit that I am indeed old. Zheng Banqiao said, "It's rare." For me, it was not rare. I did it inadvertently, wouldn't it be fast!

But forgotten is there no good at all?

I think some, and it is very big. He is getting older and older, but his evaluation of "forgetting" is getting higher and higher, which is high to the level of religious belief and philosophical speculation. Su Dongpo's words said: "People have sadness and joy, and the moon is full of yin and clear, and this matter is difficult." However, the ancients said: It ’s not as good as the matter. This is a deep understanding. Sadness is always more than joy, there are always more than each other, almost everyone is like this.

If the Creator -If there is a real -do not give humans a "forgetting" skills -I would rather call it instinct -then, can we human beings survive with the heavy pressure and departure of so many sorrows and departure? I often think secretly: The creator (the word "Water Margin" should be said to be "this words"). It is really interesting. He (she? It) is serious and slippery; both compassion and cruelty. Lao Tzu said, "The world is not benevolent, and all things are the dumplings." This really said the idea.

In life, you can get a little fun, but also to endure a lot of pain, and the latter accounts for much more. If you can't "forget" or have no "forgetting" instincts, then the pain will always be fresh and vivid, and torture you like the first time when it is first generated. This is what anyone can't stand it.

However, people can "forget", gradually from fierce to indifferent, indifferent, and indifferent, and finally there are only a little residual; some people, especially poets, and even caress this remnant, write a touching poem, Is there still few examples in such examples?

Therefore, I must sing a praise for the instinct to give us "forgotten". May I ask, which sage, sage, philosopher, poet, broad person, fierce man, this person, and that person, can there be such a ability?

I also have to sing praise for "forgetting". Excuse me: If everyone does not forget at all, what will our world look like?

Unfortunately, although I have established a school with Ji Xianlin in "forgetting", I still say that it is still blunt in this regard. If you really want to reach the level of my painter friend, you still have to work hard. If you want to reach the realm of the person I said above, it is still expected. However, I am not discouraged. I did not lose confidence. One day, I always achieved it. I am aware of it! I am aware of it!

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