I still remember that after finishing the lesson of "Zhuangzi Free Travel" at school, the teacher once smiled and advised everyone not to read "Zhuangzi", which would ruin the college entrance examination next year. But I am still secretly fascinated by this whimsical little old man.
However, I read Zhuangzi instead of Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi is a book, a book I can't understand but can't put it down.
Zhuangzi's wings
Zhuangzi has a pair of wings in his heart. He can fly whenever he wants. Flying is for freedom. Zhuangzi's heart is free. It is precisely because of this free heart that Zhuangzi, sitting by the water, waved his long pole indifferently in the face of the Chu envoy who came with a high official, Hou Lu: "I want to drag my tail in the middle of the painting." The position of prime minister was so casually thrown into the water flowing through Mimi by him.
Pushui rippling, reflecting the serene Zhuangzi, reflecting the eyes of the messenger. Zhuangzi got up, dusted himself off, spread his wings and roared off.
Zhuangzi's wings successfully escaped the shackles of power. Zhuangzi might think: How can a fool be willing to throw himself into that filth! However, every time I hear news like "the number of applicants for civil service examinations in a certain place has reached a new high" today, I can't help but think of the figure who left indifferently thousands of years ago. Since ancient times, there have been many people who hate officialdom, but few people are completely free from the temptation of rights. Only Zhuangzi, which has never been polluted by that turbid thing, has always maintained a childlike innocence that is good at learning from others, and with those wings, flies freely between heaven and earth.
But after all, wings only grow in the heart, so Zhuangzi in life is still bound by gravity. Zhuangzi's realm is to live outside this tangible bondage, let his thoughts come and go freely, throw away all conventions, get rid of secular fetters and pursue absolute freedom. This is how Zhuangzi flies with his wings.
No one knows how happy it is to leave oneself.
Zhuangzi's straw hat
Zhuangzi had a straw hat, which was deliberately ignored by later generations. This is a wide-brimmed straw hat, woven with cattail. This is the color of grass. You can smell it when you get close, and you can also smell the grass juice on the sickle. This straw hat is a bit funny, unlike what a sage should look like. However, this is the real Zhuangzi. His humor and wonderful imagination have turned into this strange straw hat.
Zhuangzi and Keiko, who are wearing straw hats and facing the scorching sun, are on their way. They passed Haoshui Bridge, and Zhuangzi touched the rough brim and looked at the fish swimming around the bottom of the water, and came to the conclusion that this is a group of very happy fish. Keiko said: If you are not a fish, you will know the happiness of fish. Zhuangzi held back a word: I know I don't know the happiness of fish. What if it wasn't me? Some almost argue irrationally with children, but Zhuangzi has to speak confidently, which makes people feel ridiculous. I thought in Zhuangzi: I think fish are happy, that's enough. Why do you insist on asking the truth? Isn't this asking for trouble?
When wearing a straw hat, Zhuangzi always has countless thoughts in his mind. So he weaves them into one story after another. In order to amuse others openly in the story, Zhuangzi said: There is no absolute truth in the world. You say she is a beauty, but I don't think so. Mount Tai is bigger than the end of autumn, but it is not, so autumn can also be a mountain. So you said he was a saint, and I could see that he was upset. As a result, one after another "saints" were fabricated by him under such a banner. We saw him criticize Laozi and say, "Is there an innate existence or thing?" Things are not things. "Accusing Yao Shun" Yao Shun is despicable, redundant and harmful. " ……
Zhuangzi's straw hat has been worn on Zhuangzi's head, hiding the little old man's thoughts and happiness. Carefree Zhuangzi once sang several songs in the fields. Look at this free and easy appearance, don't you just need a straw hat to match it?
Zhuangzi's straw hat is no more a straw hat than a white horse is a horse.
This is a joke played by Zhuangzi to the world.
Zhuangzi's dream
Zhuangzi likes dreaming, or making up dreams. His dream has made him stand in the eyes of people now, because no one understands his dream, because only he dares to carve it on bamboo slips and pass it down. Everyone has a different understanding of Zhuangzi's dream, but no one dares to arrogantly say that I understand Zhuangzi's dream.
Zhuangzi's dream is simple. He met a butterfly in his dream. Butterflies all over the sky, some even as big as wheels. After waking up, Zhuangzi raised a rock-breaking question: I wonder if Zhou's dream is a butterfly, and if the butterfly's dream is Zhou He? From then on, Butterfly Dance became the representative of Zhuangzi. A little uncontrollable, there will always be reckless epigenetic accidentally fall into Zhuangzi's dream.
Zhuangzi woke up and opened his mouth. "There are fish in the north, called Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know its thousands of miles; Become a bird. Its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away; Fly away in anger, and its wings hang like clouds. " What an amazing imagination! Even in the 2 1 century with advanced science and technology, it is hard to find a person who dares to imagine in a big way like Zhuangzi! Zhuangzi's dream, unprecedented, after no one.
Zhuangzi's dream is still unknown. Maybe it's just a dream. Maybe we are much ado about nothing in Zhuangzi's eyes.
Zhuangzi is such a book. His wings, his straw hat and his dream are isomorphic, forming this magical book. Zhuangzi's wings taught me how to pursue absolute freedom, Zhuangzi's straw hat taught me how to live calmly, and Zhuangzi's dream attracted me to explore and find the real Zhuangzi.
My life is limited, but so is my knowledge. Do people like Zhuangzi study tirelessly?
In order to follow the infinity in the world, it almost exists; Knowing what you already know is almost enough. Such a person is Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi's books are too profound. The cunning little old man, standing in the gap of time thousands of years ago, looked at the hard work of future generations, still laughing:
Life between heaven and earth, if fleeting, is only sudden.