Laozi said, "goodness is like water, and water is the goodness of all things." Water will not tolerate others, any slight humiliation, quietly flowing in the flowing water, telling others the terrible water with the expulsion of time and the exile of suffering; Dashan won't retaliate, let the mountains and the joy of life tell tolerance. Plasticine is a neo-Confucian, who will endure others' playing, but will not change his nature; Will be stiff due to long-term playback or expiration. It will analyze the two sides of things, so it will tolerate and retaliate.
Ah Q written by Lu Xun should be the originator of "plasticine". However, due to the first child, there are many shortcomings. Ah Q had no father or mother, which made his eyes glaze over everywhere at that time, even lower among China civilians wearing homespun cotton-padded jackets. Ah Q is "smart". Under the constant bullying and ridicule, he will use his own spiritual victory method to make everything disappear in Simon's eyes, so he is very happy. Ah Q hates it when others play with the scar on his head. He will get angry, so he gives the other party a punch, but it is the classic line because of insufficient strength. "Mom, I called my son." After a while, everyone is still like this. Ah Q's revenge died of his rich sense of frustration and spiritual self-frustration. Ah Q should be a "plasticine" inclined to the "mountain".
Throughout history, people are pure. Treacherous people, emperors ... everything is pure. There is a feeling in my heart: good, bad, noble, despicable ... rising and distilling, history is straight, which makes many scholars explore. During the Anti-Japanese War, most people were pure, but some people gradually became complex, and their complex thoughts were always passed down from generation to generation. Complex people die, but their thoughts are placed in deep time and space, allowing more people to explore in time. In this way, from the beginning of The True Story of Ah Q, it has been passed down and history has been winding. Drifting rafts sometimes get stuck at corners.
Countless emotions have gathered from ancient times and washed on people. Sometimes it's like spring, sometimes the raft is rough. In this world, time will not run out, it will flow forever. When the sun sets in Xi 'an, people's hearts disappear with the waves, gradually "plasticine" becomes vines, and rafts are pushed by the tide. Even if the body dies and the flowers are annihilated, countless emotions flowing with it are accommodated by "plasticine". People bear them and bear hardships, ready to bounce back to others at any time.
Complex people play with the world, so they will explain it in pure language. Why? Perhaps, like a bald oil lamp in a complicated dark pool, it stings people's eyes wrapped in "plasticine" and should be carefully discarded!
When the waves drift by raft, how will the ridiculous "plasticine" multiply? Do we look up at the sky and whisper:
When life is too humble to show, why not pour it like water, be gentle and elegant, and make a high-profile curtain call.
When the personality is too lofty to be desired, why not stand tall, solemn and broad, which is not a lyric rhyme.
See the crane fly, see the lotus fragrance, and fall the plum frost. Fish swim in the water, and the shadow is on the stone. Playing Xiao or playing solo at the gate.
Play with everything-including plasticine.