There is another saying about the invention of "nothing", which is also related to the emperor. According to legend, in the Western Han Dynasty, Li Guang, a flying general, shot and killed a crouching tiger, making people cast a copper drowning device in the shape of a tiger and put it in urine to show their contempt for the tiger. This is the origin of the name "tiger". However, when the emperors of the Tang Dynasty sat in Long Ting, because one of their ancestors was called Li Hu, their disrespectful address was changed to "beast" or "girl", and later they were commonly called "toilet" and "urinal". The future development, as we can see, no matter how it evolves, basically can't get rid of the appearance of pots and barrels. The toilet is like this. If these general remarks can't explain anything, I want to talk about my personal experience again.
Looking back, in my twenty years, the toilet has been playing an irreplaceable and unique role. How much comfort and carefree it has brought, how much happiness and hostility, how much soul-stirring, how much mountain water ... it is as bright as a mirror in my heart, and it has not been weakened by the change of time and place. It is often an old brand, and it takes a long way to know the horsepower.
Its relationship with me is not only as simple as collecting shit, but also too common and routine. It is unwise to lower my relationship with it to that of ordinary people. It brings me happy time and introspection, which is often difficult to omit and ignore. Seriously, growing up on the toilet is mixed, but it can achieve twice the result with half the effort. In other words, what you can figure out in an hour elsewhere may be enlightened in half an hour sitting on the toilet.
The function of the toilet and its strong impact on me often make me feel that the four great pleasures of life have great defects. When I was in to beno. 1, I met an old friend in a foreign country, and I could only call it extra money at most. Real inner happiness is the fifth kind of happiness-reading poems in the toilet at night. Who would have thought that the moment to really concentrate on understanding the essence of this book was actually on the toilet in the unpretentious hall? But life is full of accidents, nothing is impossible, only unexpected. Everything is incomplete, no matter how comprehensive it is, there are still a hundred secrets.
Growing up, I couldn't finish reading. The toilet helped me read many books on human wisdom. And the toilet also shoulders the heavy responsibility of helping me choose one from a hundred and choose a good book. I basically draw the following conclusion: the books that can't attract me to read in the bathroom are usually the smelly long foot-binding cloth or embarrassing PP paper of the old lady, which makes people feel constipated and miserable. And the books I am willing to take to the bathroom often carry my great trust and love for them, and they will help me enjoy myself. Facing all kinds of books on the market, take their essence and discard their dross. What people can't do with the naked eye, the toilet has succeeded. Shame!
Think about it, sit on the toilet, think about it, I am a humble room, but I am virtuous, talking and laughing with a scholar (in the book), and there is no Ding Bai (in reality, because I plugged in the door). At such a moment, I am silent and undisturbed, and I don't know its taste for a long time. I tend to immerse myself in books. I have never been a good student who can concentrate. The teacher's year-end comments in his student days are often accompanied by three points: one is to talk a lot, the other is to make small moves, and the third is to concentrate for less than five minutes. My mother is very upset about this, thinking that I have ADHD, and I heard that eating monosodium glutamate can easily lead to ADHD, so I won't put monosodium glutamate in my dishes from now on ... But if the teacher is lucky enough to see me sitting on the toilet, he or she will burst into tears. ...
My mother hates me for relying too much on the toilet. She and her father ran after me and wouldn't let me bring books into the bathroom. When I was a child, I was dragged out of the bathroom alive, and my book was destroyed and injured. I often fight with them, putting books on my stomach, putting them in my clothes and putting them in my belt. In order not to arouse their suspicion, I deliberately waved my arms in front of them several times, then walked around the bathroom aboveboard and looked hungrily ... but even so, my mother knocked on the bathroom door from time to time and kept repeating "Are you going to spend the New Year in it?" In the face of this boring interference, basically you can do nothing else, listen to nothing and be indifferent to the situation.
Whenever I recall this terrible history, I can't help crying. How difficult life is, how difficult it is to follow one's inclinations. I can understand: I want to study! Is the strongest cry in a child's heart. At that time, I had a dream to design an avant-garde bathroom with a comfortable toilet in the middle and bookshelves filled with all kinds of books around, so that I could get it easily and no longer have to sneak around like a mouse who couldn't escape the sun. ...
The toilet is not only an auxiliary tool for reading, but I was even surprised to find that it can also promote people's memory ability to some extent because of posture or ammonia. I tried to recite words and Tang poetry and Song poetry on the toilet, and the effect was wonderful, which was completely different from that of sitting in front of a desk. I really hope that a scientist can think about this principle when sitting in the toilet, and maybe he can win the Nobel Prize in chemistry. Of course, even if there are no new books to read, I still habitually sit on the toilet with a book that I have read countless times. I just held it and felt comfortable, and then I began to think about the problem outside the bathroom. There is no doubt that it is still very effective.
It can be seen that in the days when the toilet grew up with me, it played an important role in Nanbo No.1 Middle School ... However, now ... I have given up my obsession with it, and I have nothing to say when facing a public toilet. I think, some things are destined to be extremely personal, such as toothbrushes, toilets, daughter-in-law ... The result of sharing is disgusting, so I began to hate toilets. So I began to hate sitting toilets. As long as I think about it, it causes physical discomfort, throat and hair choking, and gastrointestinal peristalsis. Now I have tried to reduce the number of times I drink water. Look at my red lips with thirst. Who can imagine that they used to be soft? But even so, we can't get rid of it completely. We are destined to have a lifelong connection with many things. We can't get rid of it, and we still have to contact it several times a day.