2021-05-29

Once in class, a female anthropology teacher showed her nails to a classmate and asked, "How do they look?" Everyone said it looked good. Then, the female teacher took out a nail clipper, cut off the nails, and then showed them to the students. Everyone thinks it's disgusting to do this.

The teacher said, you think the nails look good when they grow on my hands, but you feel disgusted when they are cut off. What does this mean?

It shows that our evaluation of a thing is not entirely determined by the thing itself, but is related to its background conditions. When we study anthropology, we must learn to understand what the same thing means in different cultures.

You see, people often say that the courses I learned in college are useless in my future work, so I learned them in vain. In fact, this is not the case. All disciplines have their underlying logic. Even a less popular subject like anthropology will give you a different way of looking at the world.

There is no free knowledge in the world, only the underlying logic that we have not learned.

Erwa is the coat of the countryside.

When I mentioned tiles again, I was already far away from home and had not returned to my hometown for many years. When I think of my hometown, the scene before me is still the same as when I left. Green waters and green mountains do not show old age, but I have long-awaited hair.

In the rolling and gentle mountains, villages are like bushes, scattered in clusters. Looking from a distance, several gray walls and black tile roofs are looming among the dark green vegetation, as if gourds were strung up by the winding mountain road and hung in the mountains. When you see the tiles, you see the home, and you feel at ease.

When I was in the countryside, I often stared at the tile roofs in a daze. In the early years, there was no electricity or books to read in the countryside. Especially after catching a cold, all I could do was lie in bed and count purlins, rafters and bright tiles. There are many cypress trees in northern Sichuan, and the cypress trees are all peeled and roughly trimmed. The rafters are made of cypress boards. Over time, dust and oil smoke dye the purlins and rafters the same black as the old tiles. On the dark roof, only a few bright tiles could let in some light, but the fallen leaves on the tiles and the spiders under the tiles made the light even darker. The bright tiles are made of glass and can transmit light, but you cannot see the sky or trees outside the tiles. You have to rely on the sound of the tiles to know who is passing by on the roof. If the sound comes all the way "beep, beep, span", it must be a bored cat; if it is a rapid rustling, it must be a panicked mouse running along the tile ditch. Most of the time, I just listen to the unreasonable wind on the tiles, and listen to the wind whispering to the tiles on the roof.

Wa and Feng always have endless things to say, and what people hear is only very, very little. Wa and Feng usually speak softly. I think what they were talking about was nothing more than the growth of the crops on Kanshang, the fish in the Xihe River, and the flowers on Ermao Ridge, because every year before the Spring Festival, my father would go to the house to sweep the tiles, and what he swept down were wheat, Fish bones, twigs, etc. Wa seems to be a housewife who never likes to go out, and Feng is like a man who wanders outside all year round. When he comes back, he brings some gadgets from outside and tells little stories about the outside world to coax Wa into submission. Of course, sometimes the tiles and the wind would quarrel or even fight. At night, some tiles would flip up from between the corrugations and get entangled with the wind, and some would even fall from the roof and break into pieces. Hearing a sharp and crisp sound of "pop", the owner under the tile will feel nervous, and then he will curse the wind at the roof without asking any questions. It must be the fault of the wind. The tile will work silently all day long, and the wind will come over for a while. , the roof will not be peaceful, and the tiles will jump off the building to commit suicide. Isn't it the wind's fault? The wind may have been wronged and ran away whining all the way. The tiles that fell from the roof fell to pieces and were abandoned on the roadside. The other tiles still lowered their eyebrows and continued to whisper to the wind that belonged to them. Perhaps they have long been accustomed to the wind's character towards the tiles. There are always some tiles that will elope with the wind, and there will always be some tiles that would rather be. Broken jade.

As long as the tiles are installed on the house and covered with purlins and rafters, they often last a lifetime. It is either an upright tile or a buckle tile. The upright tiles should be large at the top and small at the bottom, while the buckle tiles should be small at the top and large at the bottom. Sometimes, there will be a row of standing tiles on the ridge of the house. The big end of each upturned tile must be pressed under the small end of the previous upturned tile, and the small end of each buckled tile must be pressed under the big end of the previous buckled tile, and all buckled tiles must press against the edge of the upturned tile. , only by being strict and meticulous can we protect ourselves from wind and rain and create a warm home. The tiles have their own destiny, and the tiles have their own rules. The country people must have understood these a long time ago.

The longest season of the year for country people to stay in their tiled houses is autumn and winter. During the rainy season or frosty and snowy weather, I like to get into a warm bed and read novels, so that my body and mind feel as warm as spring. When I was teaching in the countryside, I bought all the copies of "October" at a used bookstall one year. One day, I closed the magazine and listened to the wind blowing on the roof. I suddenly understood that everyone is envious of other people's lives. Everyone can only experience one kind of life. Through novels, you can taste the ups and downs of others. Only when a person lives his or her own life well can this life be meaningful. From then on, whether I was entering or leaving a mansion with tiled roofs, living in a shady alley or walking through the city, I felt calm and confident in my heart, and my mind was still full of luxury in the world.

The children under the tiles grew up generation after generation, left the tiled houses and walked out of the mountains. They don't have much time to go back to their hometown, and they don't have much opportunity to sit quietly under the tiles. I believe that there is a seed of nostalgia sleeping under every green tile. One day, they will wake up in the wind and listen to the stories in the wind.

There is such a short dialogue in a certain TV series: The grandson asked his grandfather, what are calluses? Grandpa said, if you reach out and touch my hand, this is a callus. My grandfather, who has been working as a farmer all his life, has calluses on his hands.

It is no longer possible for his grandson to work in farming, and there will be no calluses on his hands. Today's children probably only develop calluses on the first knuckle of their middle finger because they hold the pen too hard when they are in school. In the future, as more mobile phones and computers are used, the cocoon here will gradually fade away...

People's material conditions have been greatly improved in a very short period of time, which is a good thing. However, what many people don’t think about is that as our lives improve, we may lose some of our unique experiences and even physical characteristics. Calluses are just a very small example of this change: when people put on shoes, calluses no longer grow on the soles of their feet; they no longer chop wood in the hoeing field, and calluses no longer grow on their palms; they no longer shoot arrows, and the second fingers of their index and middle fingers no longer grow The knuckles no longer have calluses; the soles are no longer hand-assembled, and the tips of the index fingers and thumbs no longer have calluses... What humans have lost is not only the hardened epidermal cuticle, but also many unique life experiences and skills.

This process seems irreversible and a complete break with tradition.

I remember eating a plant called "sweet reed millet" when I was a child - its skin is green, about the thickness of a finger, cut into over a foot long, slightly sweet when chewed, and rich in fiber , similar to sugar cane. However, its water content and sweetness are not as good as those of sugar cane. Some people can also split the outer skin of sweet reed millet and skillfully make lanterns, animals and other ornaments. I haven’t eaten this kind of sweet sorghum for many years, so I asked some friends around me, and with the help of search engines, I found out that this is a kind of sweet sorghum, which is called sweet sorghum in Jiangyin, Changshu, Taicang, and Qidong. Lu Zhen. However, because it is prone to pests and diseases, the economic return is not as good as that of fruits, and it is laborious to eat, fewer and fewer people are planting it. Similarly, another plant called "golden bell" (also known as leprous) is also rare. It is somewhat like a golden bitter melon. People only eat the red flesh inside the fruit, which is very sticky. Although its sweetness is a bit bland compared to sucrose, it also provides a unique taste experience in an era of fruit shortage. It’s hard to imagine how many people will be able to taste the taste of sweet reed millet and golden bell seeds in the future.

This is an era in which the front wave has to lament itself, while the back wave continues to deny itself. However, some life experiences are unique to certain generations. This is probably what cocoon means.

Four 1

In the autumn of the mountain city, the chill is getting stronger, and there is a refreshing coolness in the air. I tighten the zipper of my coat and disappear into the hurried crowd. When I struggled to squeeze into the subway that was like a sardine can, I became one of the "sardines". In the cramped space where it was difficult to breathe, I stared at the subway map diagonally above. Keep it in mind. Seeing the tired and depressed faces of the people around me, I smiled to myself. This was probably the look on my face at the moment.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from behind: "Oh my God, Jin Yong has passed away." Another voice followed: "Really? No way." My heart was shocked and I struggled. I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and clicked on Weibo. Sure enough, the hot searches were all about the death of Mr. Jin Yong. Looking at the countless messages of condolences, I felt a huge loss and unspeakable sadness in my heart. In my sigh, time is like a river flowing upstream, and a green face appears in my mind.

I quickly browsed through the WeChat list, clicked on the avatar I had not contacted for a long time, and sent a message: Mr. Jin Yong passed away, is your dream of being a world still alive?

2

Ten years ago, I was promoted to junior high school as the first in the school. I got rid of my identity as a primary school student and seemed to grow into an "adult" in an instant. My heart was always stirring. With so much passion and pride, not even the intense study life can consume all my energy. With his inexplicable self-confidence at a young age, coupled with the fact that he received a lot of praise for his excellent grades, he was extremely convinced that "I will become a great person in the future."

At that time, my eyes almost reached my forehead, but there was one person who was more beautiful than me, and that was my roommate sleeping in the bunk below me - Song Yian. His name sounds gentle and quiet, but he is actually a true martial arts fan. His biggest dream is to "hold a sword and travel to the ends of the world." I think Song Yian is very arrogant because he always looks like a hero, doesn't like to argue about anything, and always educates others. Come on, they all just graduated from elementary school, why are they pretending to be bosses?

In that era, for junior high school students, one hundred yuan was definitely considered a big bill. Under his bed, he kept a complete set of hardcover editions of the complete works of Jin Yong, which was said to be worth five hundred yuan. Song Yian regarded it as a treasure and never showed it to others easily. Every night, when we were making jokes in the dormitory and selecting the class beauty, Song Yian would be so mesmerized by the martial arts novels, and would slap his thigh from time to time: "Wonderful! It turns out there is such a deep meaning!" Like others, I just felt He was stunned and could not understand his fanaticism.

Before, because of my good grades, the class teacher was partial to me, and occasionally I was a little undisciplined and out of line. The teacher just regarded me as a teenager. When I was in the second grade of junior high school, we had a new class teacher. She couldn't stand my unruliness. Ranking first was not a gold medal for me to avoid death when I occasionally went out of my way. She often criticized and punished me in front of everyone. I, who had always been aloof and arrogant, suddenly felt like a wild horse whose reins were tightened, and the frustration and dissatisfaction in my heart reached the extreme.

One night in the middle of the night, I couldn’t calm down and couldn’t sleep, so I simply got up and went to the roof of the building to get some air.

Not long after, a dark shadow appeared next to me, which startled me. When I saw clearly that the dark shadow was Song Yian, I frowned and said, "You stayed up in the middle of the night, pretending to be a ghost to scare people?" Song Yian didn't care, He joked: "Seeing you pushing out the door in the middle of the night, my buddy thought you were going to do something and wanted to get some benefits from being with you."

"Benefits? What benefits can I get now?" I smiled to myself. When I was proud, I was not low-key enough in the past and offended many people. Now, I am often brought up by the teacher to teach me a lesson. I know that many people are secretly gloating about my misfortune.

Song Yian patted me on the shoulder, looked up at the sky, and slowly said: "Let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze will blow on the hills; let him be heedful, the bright moon will shine on the river." After hearing his words , I was very shocked. These short twenty words were too high-level and connotative. For the first time, I took a serious look at Song Yian: the moonlight was hazy, his silhouette squatting on the ground was stretched very long, his face was thin, but there was a sense of freedom and ease between his eyebrows and eyes looking into the distance.

I savored those two sentences over and over in my mind, and gradually felt relieved. After a while, I stood up and patted Song Yian on the back: "I can't tell, you are still a philosopher. That sentence makes sense. I have made you my friend!" Song Yi'an touched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "That's what Mr. Jin Yong said."

I was a little shocked, but the words were thrown out. of water, I punched his chest: "Okay, no matter whether you said it or not, we still have to make friends."

Because of this opportunity, Song Yian and I became good friends. I listened to him talk about the world of martial arts written by Jin Yong, and gradually understood his "dream of rivers and lakes." I will always remember the look in his eyes when he said he wanted to be a chivalrous man and uphold benevolence and righteousness, as if there was a cluster of burning torches.

3

In the third year of junior high school, martial arts novels suddenly became popular, and various martial arts books became popular among boys. Almost all boys would hide in bed and read at night, and the topics they talked about were also From "the four beauties in the class" to "who is the best in martial arts". Like all things that can delay learning, martial arts novels are regarded as vulgar and banned books, and Jin Yong's novels bear the brunt. Adults think that they are used to fool us undiscerning and rebellious children. At its worst, the school even organized a large-scale "clean-up campaign" to completely take away everyone's private collection of novels.

Song Yian was uneasy during self-study that night. As soon as the bell rang, he rushed back to the dormitory. But it was too late. The complete works of Jin Yong that he had hidden under the bed were nowhere to be seen. Looking at his devastated look, as a friend, I understood his sadness and helplessness best. I put my hand on his shoulder: "How about we meet at night?" Go and steal the book back?"

"No." Song Yian waved his hands and said with determination, "Either you ask the teacher for it openly, or you don't have to worry about it. ”

I was filled with admiration at the moment. Could Jin Yong’s martial arts be a vulgar bluff novel? Song Yian's words and deeds are the best rebuttal. Although I don’t like reading martial arts novels, I have a vague feeling that since chivalry has the power to influence people, its value will be proven sooner or later.

I put my arm around Song Yian's shoulders and comforted him: "It's okay, some things have to be proven by time, and meaningful things will prove their value."

4< /p>

The sadness of Mr. Jin Yong’s death was digested in everyone’s long sighs. The crowding of the subway quickly brought me back to the reality. During the half-hour ride, I took out my phone from time to time to see if there was any reply from Song Yian. However, that piece of information seemed to sink into the sea without causing any ripples. When I arrived at the station, I put my phone back in my pocket, lowered my head and smiled: "Ten years have passed, and many things may have been different."

Three days later, IG E-Sports Club won 3-0. FNC Club won the League of Legends S8 global finals championship. This is the first time a Chinese team has won the "League of Legends" global finals, and the IG team has created a new history in Chinese e-sports. When a grand golden rain fell on the live broadcast site and the bright red five-star red flag appeared on the stage, I was so excited that I held back tears and murmured to myself: "We won, we won! We really won the championship!"

"Ding" a message popped up on the screen of the mobile phone: Hey, IG won. Everything you thought about back then has come true. Isn't it great? The sender is none other than Song Yian. I looked at the message and raised my head to prevent the tears from falling down so easily. Men don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the emotional stage yet! Just as I remember that he loved Jin Yong’s martial arts, he never forgot that I was crazy about e-sports.

5

Song Yian and I are very destined. We were assigned to the same class in a key middle school in the high school entrance examination, continuing our brotherly love. When I was in high school, I came into contact with the game League of Legends. The fierce online confrontation, teamwork, and tactical application opened the door to a new world for me, and I was deeply attracted by it.

When I had free time during the holidays, Song Yian and I would have one computer per person at an Internet cafe. He would make friends on forums through writing and immerse himself in the world of martial arts, while I would team up with friends to play a few games or watch a match. I know that everything in the virtual world is fake, but the wisdom and power, cooperation and duel in the game arouse my passion in a more intuitive way. Like all competitive sports, there is always a chance to make a comeback until the last minute! Miracles will come to those who don't surrender easily at any time, and I enjoy this kind of competitive game of fighting for the team and honor.

It’s just that at that time, games were a scourge more terrifying than martial arts novels. My parents and teachers knew about my hobby. They had a tough attitude and explicitly prohibited me from playing games again, even though I explained to them repeatedly. : "Loving e-sports is not the same as being addicted to games." But they ignored my pleas. In the end, I compromised and promised not to play games again for three years in high school.

I remember that it had just rained that day, the leaves were washed by the rain and shined, and the air had a cold and refreshing feeling. I took Song Yian and sat in a daze on the side of the road, chattering: "When will China take e-sports seriously?" What about like overseas, where there are not only professional clubs and professional players, but they can also reach the global finals? When China’s e-sports really develops, they may understand me a little bit. ” p>

Song Yian pulled up the depressed me: "I will give you the words you once comforted me today: some things need to be proven by time, and meaningful things will naturally prove their value." I laughed. Laughing, I patted him on the back: "He is quite good at borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, so I will continue."

In the sky when I was seventeen years old, there was a cloud named regret, and I I gave up the game for the time being, and secretly vowed in my heart that I would return to that world after the college entrance examination. However, later on, when I no longer had such great pressure to study, I was carried along by other mundane things. When I returned, I was no longer the passionate young man.

6

Since graduating from high school, Song Yian and I went our separate ways, and our contact with each other has been decreasing day by day. Now, Mr. Jin Yong’s death and IG Club’s championship have evoked Song Yian and I’s memories of our passionate youth. We couldn’t help but talk about our stubbornness in the past and our complacency when we first entered society. When talking about the future, he said: “You are right What we once liked have been proven by the current era that they are meaningful.”

With the development of the times, Mr. Jin Yong’s novels, which were once criticized as being unworthy of elegance, are now more than just novels. It has been selected into high school textbooks and has even had an impact abroad, being incorporated into middle school textbooks in Singapore. After his death, people from all walks of life expressed deep condolences. Writers and critics all spoke out for him and recognized the literary value of Jin Yong's novels.

After IG won the championship, authoritative mainstream media forwarded congratulations. Those media that had criticized the most fiercely were applauding the glory of Chinese sports! Over the years, I have been paying attention to e-sports games as a spectator. I have watched professional clubs being born, and many outstanding professional players have surprised people. I have watched Royal almost win the crown... watching, watching, new The time has come.

The scene of five people holding the cup when IG won the championship was still frozen on the computer. I nodded heavily: "Yes, we have all been waiting for it!"

From misunderstanding to acceptance, not only Because of the desirability of things themselves, as well as the increasing progress and inclusiveness of society, those former "taboos" will naturally be correctly evaluated. And such an open attitude also proves that we live in a more mature and tolerant era.

7

Finally, I asked Song Yian: "What are your plans for the future?"

He said: "I want to pick up the pen again and write about the Internet. Wen. I dare not say that I will inherit the legacy of Mr. Jin Yong. I just want to write a martial arts world of my own and place my martial arts dreams back then! "

What about me?

I gently closed the computer and said nothing for a long time. I thought of the confusion and confusion when I entered the society, and the gradually disappearing heat. At this time, I looked at the cold autumn moon in the sky through the window at home, and said firmly: "I want to go to Beijing, go out while I am young, and work hard to prove myself!"

If Think of the times as an old man with history and stories. He is sparing no effort to move forward, constantly accepting new things and rejuvenating with new vitality. We should find the forgotten passion and dreams and continue to work hard. It is truly valuable. Nothing has ever been let down.

I have heard a lot of poisonous chicken soup, and I have also experienced the frustration of young people, but it turns out that this is still a promising and best era! Because I believe that if there is a glory that belongs to me, no matter now or in the future, I may be late, but I will definitely not be absent