Shi Xia is Feng Zikai's teacher. The so-called mentor may be nothing more than a person like Xia Zun. If Feng Zikai is still alive and Mr. Xia is still alive, maybe I will go to the teacher with my backpack. I only blame myself for being born decades earlier. It's true. What a pity!
Feng Zikai mourned Mr. Xia in this article: "When he saw all the unhappy, uneasy, unreal, unkind and unattractive states in the world, he would frown and sigh. He is worried about his family, his friends, his school, his shop, his country and the world. When a friend of mine is ill, Mr. Xia will frown and worry about him. Someone lost his job, and Mr. Xia frowned and worried about him; Some people quarreled, some people were drunk, and even a friend's wife was going to give birth, and the child fell ... Mr. Xia would frown and worry about them. "
This is a sincere sorrow, so he can only die of sorrow.
I am a sentimental person, but I am much more humble than Mr. Xia's sentimentality. I was a little sad for others at first, but then I didn't care. I always feel sorry for the fallen leaves and the breeze, moaning painlessly, which seems a bit kitsch.
I suddenly feel that I am in a false sadness and false sadness.
From this day on, I began to gradually forget what we have been paying attention to. There are too many things worth remembering in the soul that gradually disappears and is farther and farther away from us. However, we blindly followed, ignored and trampled on the long square, and only soldiers and marauders took firm steps. Others are like fallen leaves floating in the wind, falling gently without a trace of cowardice.
Last month, someone told me a story. A woman, a beautiful woman, soon married her husband. Because of the war, my husband went to serve, leaving this beautiful wife behind. In the air raid, the woman's father was killed, and the bad news came from afar, and her husband also died. The beautiful woman, helpless, became a prostitute in hunger, jealousy and helplessness, but was beaten by local women when peace came. Because of jealousy and cruelty, the woman left.
I don't know why I suddenly thought of this story, and I suddenly thought how sad Mr. Xia would be if he knew it. We may not worry about the women in the story or those in trouble, but how many people are worried in our hearts?
We feel sorry for ourselves, our life is not satisfactory, it is unfair to feel sorry for the world, but we don't know that it is our own heart that should really feel sad.
Today's mountains and rivers have long been occupied by high-rise buildings and cars. I can't find a secluded place like Feng Zikai, so I am doomed to struggle in this troubled world all my life. It's time to feel sorry for yourself, because it is impossible for people like Mr. Xia to worry about us in this world. It's time to think for yourself.
* * * The dispute between policy and national policy, the question of the US landing on the moon, the unemployment of college graduates, ridiculous legal disputes, and the ridiculous swarming and blindness of human beings like ants have made the whole contemporary era a ridiculous ant nest.
Can we still raise ducks and watch willows, watch tadpoles swim, watch bees fly and watch residual chrysanthemums?
I know I seem to have the same feelings as Mr. Xia, but times are different. The breeze yesterday is not today's breeze. Yesterday's shaping wine has long been lost. The only thing I can see is the ethereal soul swaying in the distance. Waiting for everyone to die of grief.