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You need to break old rules, or you will be drown.
There is no safe haven on earth.
Get going.
Its better to die in the future, than to live in the pass.
學如逆水行舟不進則退
Its just like rowing upstream in politics.
12/31/2022
12/26/2022
Escape Tortoise Escape
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A note from the author
I have come to the thought that if people nowadays do really understand the meaning of helping a friend, they must have entered the next stage of life already. They would be freed from the dirty politics and find a better way to serve the people.
Escape of the Tortoise
A story by Lee Chard
When the bird saw the tortoise, he had just slipped into a stone pit accidentally. He tried very hard to climb out, but the stone fence was taller than his body, he can only have felt upside down. He tried desperately to turn over with his long neck to try again and felt the next time.
The bird said, “Sir, can I do anything to help you?”
The tortoise said, “Oh please, can you bring me a stepping stone? If I can step a little higher, I am sure I can climb out.”
The bird said, “Oh yes, I will.”
She flew immediately away to search for a stepping stone. When she came back, she spitted out a piece of small pebble the size of a sand from her beak. That was all she could carry.
The tortoise said, “Oh, I am sorry, I ought to know a stepping stone is too heavy for you.”
The bird said, “Never mind, I will go again.”
The bird had flown an unknown number of times. She carried back only a small amount of sand. The tortoise tried to pile up the sand, but it was futile. The bird wanted to go again though she was very tired.
The tortoise said, “Oh, please don’t. It is too much for you. I don’t want to waste your life to save me. I will try some other means to do that. “
The bird said, “You just wait a little more. I will go again.”
The tortoise said, “Oh no, I will dig sand from the ground. “The tortoise used his strong beak to dig on the stone ground, the stone did loose some sand for him. However, he was bleeding heavily after a few trials.
The bird said, “Oh no, that won’t work. Let me go to find some more sand for you. “
Without waiting answer from the tortoise, the bird flew quickly away. The tortoise could only shout, “Don’t, it would kill you.”
When the bird flew back, the tortoise pleaded with the bird in tears. He said, “You are an angel. But I don’t want to exchange my life with yours. I will not go out even you bring back a ton of sand. I shall never step on your sand.”
The bird said, “You are an angel too. I will stay here together with you.”
When they were looking at each other with tearful eyes, no one can tell whether they were sad or happy. They were both trembling like some electric had shocked their minds.
And suddenly a sparkle sprang from their eyes almost at the same time.
The bird said, maybe we will try other things.
The turtle said, “Yes.”
The bird flew again. She brought back a piece of branch. And then another piece of branch. Then another. She would build a nest near the stone wall. She brought back a large piece of foam plastic finally.
When the turtle was out of the trap of the stone pit, both of them were in a very special ecstasy. The bird danced on the back of the turtle.
The wise pair had become very good friends forever.
12/12/2022
艱苦奮鬥需要什麼條件?
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一位英國作家曾經預言中國的未來。他說，如果共產黨放棄了清教徒式的艱苦奮鬥，從戰車中走下來，走進酒樓和妓院等地方，一切就會照舊。
而這歷來是中國人最關心的一點。放棄了艱苦奮鬥，生活誘惑就會淹進來。有人說這是人性。物質的引誘，會改變一個人的根本生活宗旨。
到底是不是人性呢？智慧是不是人性的最基本部分？人是被智慧所引導，還是被物慾所引導的？
當大家都顧著掙錢，深恐再度貧窮，社會又再動亂，就會忘記了真正的危險。
這是什麼？這就是哲學。有讀者來信說不明白，難道哲學真是會影響生活嗎？甚至哲學真是會影響中國的前途嗎？
當然這是肯定的。思想錯誤，道路也一定錯。
所以面面兼顧是最難的。有人說，這好比彈鋼琴，到處都要點一下。但彈鋼琴不衹是要到處都點一下，彈鋼琴是要有主題的，而主題是跟著人的靈魂走的。有心是沒有用的。還要把這顆心組織起來，把創意放進樂譜裏。每一個點，都是和內在最深處相連的。點中了很愉快，點錯了。內心就不會安定。跟著下來，一錯再錯。這首曲子就彈不好了。
所以，最可怕不是核子戰爭，而是敵人在暗中操縱你的意識。當幾乎全部掌握權力的文化官員，都是敵人棋子的時候，大局就危險了。
(附上十三年前的舊文一篇)
12/06/2022
Some notes about the dream
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Dear Mr. Lee Chard,
I got a little feeling from your dream. I hope to leave some notes for you, it may be useful in the future.
People in our car didn't know where we were going. Some of us are concerned with time only. They are worring about the time to leave.
But I don't think it matters. It doesn't matter if you leave or not.
What matters is what we do.
But now, everything seems to be wrong. Because we used the wrong road map in the wrong place.
There is no Robinson Road in Macau. This colony style road will not be in Macau.
We can't stick to the old map anymore. We must find a new map.
Maps are not important. Because the goal is more important than the map.
The question is, where is the goal?
We are lucky because we are human. We can decide for ourselves where to go. No one can tell us where to go, only us.
We are really very lucky.
Because we may have additional assistance. It may be that the aid is useful. We don't know where the aid is coming from. We just know that we can refuse or accept help.
Help is from a key.
The key seemed flimsy, it was a red key made of plastic.
Humans are generally sensitive to color. They will associate color with politics.
Although we know we may use the wrong formula to search for places to go to, the weakness of human nature is to persist. Stick with the old formula, okay?
The key is not necessarily a political indicator, nor is it a cultural indicator.
It can be anything that can help us.
Why is this red?
We all know our lips are red. We can have different colored hair, skin or eyes. But our lips can only have one color. Our lips are red.
That is to say, our hearts are red. This is an inspiration from an old novel "Dream of the Red Chamber".
Could there be something beyond a formula and a paradigm of thought?
Will the red key help us find where we want to go?
We can trust that there is more than one goal.
When we reach a platform high enough to allow us to see further away, we can extend our destination.
First we need to find a door. We may find a road outside the door. At the end of the road, there may be a shore. We may reach another continent. To the end of another continent, we may find more.
It's exciting because it's endless and we can decide to find a beautiful place to go.
And even better than that: we are working together and moving forward together.
Does that mean no one is leaving? We are all in the car. No one left.
We used to think that we are going high up in heaven, or down to the hell. We used to think vertically. We had never thought of an all dimensional goal. So we'll go to more than just one place. We will go to everywhere. Or, we are the universe and we'll exist in all places.
No one will leave the Universe.
This is evolution.
We can go on and on, we just keep evolving.
What is certain is that we are one with the universe. We are advancing, the planet is advancing, both are developing.
There is no such thing as extinction. Even planets cannot be destroyed, only reborn.
Dinosaurs are not extinct animals.
They still live in you and me. They just changed, not extinct.
Let's go back to the red key. That is our heart. We need keys to open our hearts. It's that simple.
Dear Mr. Lee Chard,
Hopefully we can go hand in hand.
I'm your friend always,
Lee Chard
11/25/2022
羅便臣道
9407 夢往何處 20221124
我要記住這個夢。
也許我會明白的。
夢中從一個老太婆那裡買來了一輛舊車。
那是老太婆丈夫的車。 似乎是一輛黑色的大眾汽車。 但它更要大一些。
當我爬上駕駛座時，我身後已經坐了幾個乘客。
這輛車很舊，似乎很脆弱， 然而非常乾淨。 以前的駕駛人似乎很愛這輛車，我相信他從前一定是位出色的車手。
這輛車的前面儀表板上，有多一個特殊的鑰匙孔。 鑰匙是紅色的，好像是塑料，是一根複雜的方形鑰匙。 我試圖將紅色鑰匙插入孔中。 但是老太婆阻止了我。
她告訴我這是有其他用途的，她向我解釋了幾句。 但我聽不懂她的意思。 後來我用另一把鑰匙，在另外的鎖匙孔啟動了汽車。
汽車向前挪移了幾寸。
我聽到一個男人在我的座位後面尖叫。 當時我記得駕駛座在左邊。 我是不慣開這樣的左撇子車的。
那人尖叫著說是車夾著了他。 其實他的意思是説，汽車㚒著了他的銀行支票。 我說，你為什麼把銀行支票放在窗外？ 銀行支票似乎被夾在附近牆上的某條縫裡了。
那男子費了一點功夫，從牆上取回銀行支票。 然後我才意識到，這條街很窄。
我問乘客：你們要去哪裡？ 我要送你們去哪裡？ 沒有人回答。 他們似乎扺達就會示意下車的。 他們不願意説明目的地。
我不知如何地忽然想到，我們要去羅便臣道。
我對自己說，那我們就去羅便臣道好了。 但我還是發現了奇怪的事情。
我們好像在澳門，絕不是在香港。 澳門沒有羅便臣道的。
然而，車子已經啟動了。 雖然我沒有意識到，其實是沒有這條路的。
車似乎在某個陡峭的山坡上走。 我使勁踩剎車，讓下坡的車慢一點。 車離牆壁只有幾寸。
我在街上轉了又轉。 我努力從記憶中尋找羅便臣道的方向。
汽車有時在上坡行駛。 我用力踏加速器，根本不像是汽車的踏板，像是自行車的踏板。 我試了又試，突然奏效了。 汽車獲得動力再次上坡。
就在這時候，我突然醒了過來。 我意識到這是一個夢。 但我無法離開這個夢， 只能躺在床上讓它在腦子裡一遍又一遍地轉。
我不斷地問自己：我們要去哪裡？ 為什麼沒有人會告訴我目的地？ 我該如何將這些人帶到那個地方？
但是我發現，車上多了一個鑰匙孔真的很有趣。
我要用這個紅色塑料鑰匙做什麼？ 如果我將鑰匙插入那個孔會怎樣？ 額外的鑰匙可以幫到我嗎？
我從任何地方都沒有答案。 我只能記著那個夢境。 夢結束得如此突然，或者我需要多些時間才明白的。
(完)
11/24/2022
Robinsons Road
9407 Dreaming to Somewhere 20221124
I thought I need to write down this dream to remember it.
Maybe I can get some meaning from it later.
I brought an old car from an old woman in the dream.
Actually, it was the old woman's husband's car. It seemed to be a black Volkswagen. But it was a little bigger.
When I climbed into the drivers seat, there were already a few passengers sitting behind me.
The car was very old. It seemed to be flimsy. Yet it was very clean. The driver before managed it so well that I have to admit he must be an excellent driver.
The car had got a special key hole in the front panel. The key was red. And it seemed to be plastic and complicated in a square shape. I tried to insert the red key into the hole. But the old woman stopped me.
She told me that it was for some other purpose. She explained to me in a few words. But I couldn't get her meaning. So I used the other key to start the car.
The car moved a few inches forward.
I heard a man screamed behind my seat. I remembered that the driver's seat was in the left side. And it was not my habbit to drive in such a left handed car.
The man screamed that the car had caught him. Actually he meant the car had caught his bank cheque. And I said, why you put your bank cheque outside the window? It seemed the bank cheque had been caught somewhere in holes at the nearby wall.
The man tried with some effort to retrieve the bank cheque from the wall. Then I realized that the street was narrow.
And then I asked the passengers: Where are you going? Where am I to take you to? And no one answered. It seemed that they would drop off only by signals. They were reluctant to tell me their destination.
Suddenly it occurred to me from somewhere that we were going to Robinsons Road.
I said to myself, very well then, we should be going to Robinsons Road. And I found strange things later.
That we seemed to be in Macau and definitely not in Hong Kong. There isn't any Robinson's Road in Macau.
However, the car had been started. And I didn't realize that there was no Robinson's road by that time.
It seemed to be in a steep hill somewhere. I pushed my brake hard to slow the car running downhill. It was only inches from the walls.
I turned and turned around the streets. I tried hard from my memory to search the directions of Robinson's Road.
The car was running uphill sometimes. And I pushed the fuel peddle so hard that it was not to be a peddle from a car, but a peddle from a bicycle. I tried and tried and suddenly the peddle worked. The car gained momentum to move uphill again.
It was by this time I suddenly woke up. I realized that it was a dream. But I could not leave the dream. I could only let it running in my brain again and again for a while when I was lying in the bed.
I kept asking myself: Where are we going? Why no one would tell me destinations? And how am I to drive these people to the place?
However I had found it really interesting that I had one more extra key hole in the car.
What am I to use this plastic red key for? What if I insert the key into that hole? Can the extra key help me?
I have no answer from anywhere. I just remembered the dream. The dream ended so abruptly that I need to have some more time to figure out the meaning of it.
The end.
11/18/2022
Why should the war in Ukraine not be stopped?
9406 Why should the war in Ukraine not be stopped? (plus more) 20221118-
Korea is a bad example for the Ukrainian conflict.
The war in Korea peninsula had been stopped too early. And now South Korea is a commanding height for the US to influence China. I am using the word
"influence" reluctantly. Because some people do not regard mind capture as an attack from the enemy, its only some kind of "influence" only.
South Korea is a bad example of western materialism. Their lifestyle reflects the bad side of materialism. Now, Hong Kong is copying everything from South Korea. Facial makeup for boys, and groups of young singers as leaders of a social corruption front were prepared. The Korean boys were entertained into the White Palace by Biden recently. And you can see such kind of Hong Kong young singers will be pushed up to stages by some people in China also.
Those are shadows of selfish philosophy of Yang Jiang and the Nobel crowned writers, etc.
To capture minds before land is the golden rule of war.
And the lands will be used as military bases for the enemy.
If the Ukrainian conflict is settled like Korea, future difficult will be unavoidable when a permanent commanding height was set up in the back of Russia and the front of the world.
note:
With this background study of the Korean war, the death of the son of Chairman Mao Zedong is quite suspicious. It could be a psychological attack to Chairman Mao to make him feel uncertain and hesitate to fight the war to a better ending.
more:
Chairman Mao had kept the clothes of his dead son for 26 years until his own death. People found the secret in 1990.
11/15/2022
What is Avalokitesvara?
"Era Avalokitesvara"*
*The name Avalokiteśvara means
“the lord who gazes down upon the world.”
Avalokiteśvara's half-closed eyes look down upon the suffering beings of the earth, his gentle smile expressing compassion for all beings.
Avalokitesvara is a Female Goddess in China sometimes.
*(Its wonderful when I tried to check out the meaning of Avalokitesvara, I found the above meaning from the search engine, and to my surprise that it was similar to my Cantonese song: Era Maria)
*(And the look of the two words is similar.)
Avalokitesvara ..... Ave Maria
11/09/2022
Turtle and Lamb Soup
9405 Turtle and Lamb Soup 2022 1109
The Creator put many ingredients in the pot, including turtle meat and mutton, and many Arabic spices, as well as onions, potatoes, ginger, and Huaishan, berries, licorice, and so on from China. He wants to cook the best pot of soup.
Turtle meat and mutton were originally unrelated to each other, but as soon as they entered the pot, they began to fight. Each of them wants to occupy territory, each wants to grab benefits, and they don't know who will win or lose. In the end, is it a lamb victory or a turtle victory? Everyone is very concerned about this type of war. The mutton elements and the turtle elements each have their own spheres of influence. Each of them found a owner. This is the consensus: with a master, you don't have to think for yourself, you are fed.
There are emotions in the soup: Why is it always floating and sinking? Many people say that they are living involuntarily and are obeying to others. They are sometimes submerged, sometimes floating. When floating, the bubbles on the surface of the boiling water burst, like Xiang Yu of the Chu Kingdom. He was proudly looking around, and believed he could not be beaten. When it sinks, it falls straight to the depths of the bottom layer, silently. Everyone does his best and wants to float. But floating and sinking are not certain. Because this is a pot of soup, there is a fire burning underneath.
Some people say that he needs to think more for himself, he needs to be selfish, he just needs to love himself. He said, "The world has nothing to do with me." This phrase is strongly promoted.
The Creator just smiled.
Soon, a pot of soup was cooked. The fragrance spread ten thousand of miles away, and the admiration was endless. To sing or to float? It doesn't matter anymore. In short, this is a good pot of soup.
It is said that this is human culture. This is how culture progresses.
The world has turned over and evolved.
The general behavior of humans leads to evolution.
Some friends are smart. He said that I would be a freeist and ignore everything, and will not interfere anyone. Will they escape from the outside of this pot of soup? The answer is no. The only thing that can go out is the fragrance.
The fragrance wafts for thousands of miles.
Only the fragrance can get rid of bonds. the fragrance is free. The fragrance can fly as much as it wants.
The fragrance makes the meat luscious. The fragrance stays on forever. The fragrance is the eternal element of the universe, and it is the root of soup. Without the fragrance, the soup is worthless.
The getaway freeist may become soup dregs. They have nothing to do with any idea, no one wants it, and they are leftovers to be thrown away. Although the soup dregs are also important. Dregs are also indispensable, this is the principle of soup.
So, where does the fragrance come from? In the struggle between lamb and turtle meat, when killing is inextricable. The fragrance suddenly appeared.
What is fragrance?
Fragrance is an enlightenment.
If anyone could turn his head and looks back, he might see the truth. He would know what to do, knowing that life should be used. And that is fragrance.
The elements of fragrance are selflessness and love.
Selflessness gives him an overall feel. His observational base transcends the extraordinary. The field of vision leaves the individual and he has got compound eyes. And there is love. Love is the key to solidifying all things, and all things are in harmony. Lamb meat and turtle meat and other elements embrace warmly. The fire is constantly heated, and they are not afraid. So the fragrance was born.
A good cook does not need to look at the pot or the clock. He only needs to use his nose: when the fragrance appears, he knows it perfectly.
People suddenly realized: it doesn't matter if you win or lose. Just hug each other warmly and make a good soup. Good soup has a fragrant.
The fragrance is sublimation.
The fragrance that sublimated out was very happy. Because he has left this pot of soup. The fragrance flew happily. Thinking that he is successful, he is detached.
This is probably the fragrance’s biggest mistake: the in and the out may not be demarcated. There must be other elements besides the mind and the matter.
The fragrance didn't know: when he left this pot of soup, he was in a larger pot of soup outside.
The fragrance has to work again, and he has to work harder in this high-level soup again. Does the fragrance still have to burn himself again? Is there a fragrance on top of the fragrance? There are so many turn of lives waiting ahead and each will be a new challenge. He will never be lazy. What exactly is the fragrance living for?
Bystanders will not understand. What is the attraction of such a hard work, this absolute sacrifice?
Is enlightenment so important? Can it take a person to the next level?
Only the fragrance can leave this pot of soup. Only the fragrance can fly, isn't this the highest realm, and the best reward?
Fragrance above fragrance is beauty.
The ingredients that struggle in the soup have never enjoyed this soup before. They never knew this soup was so luscious. They have almost owned the whole world, but they never enjoy it.
Only the fragrance can see all this from a higher place and enjoy it. The fragrance is free.
Soup dregs said: I don't need freedom. The fragrance exhausted his tongue, but failed to convince them.
What is freedom? It's too hard. It cannot be explained because enlightenment is needed before everything.
There is still the in and the out, and there are still levels. There's always a bigger pot of soup outside.
The fragrance is constantly flying, like a butterfly in the flowers.
The fragrance flew layers upon layers. The sublimation has been on and on, and he never regrets it. The fragrance does not care about his blood and sweat, he does not mind.
Someday.
The Creator said, "What are you following me like this? Do you want to be my attendant?"
The fragrance said, "It's my honor."
The Creator said, "Then follow along and let people smell it."
The fragrance said: " Oh, I see, you are the fragrance."
The Creator said, "Don't be too premature to say anything, your journey has just begun."
(Machine translated from the Chinese version)
烏龜羊肉湯
烏龜羊肉湯
造物主把許多物料投在鍋中。包括了烏龜肉和羊肉。還有很多阿拉伯香料。以及洋蔥。馬鈴薯。薑。還有從中國來的淮山。杞子。甘草等等。要煮一鍋最好味的湯。
烏龜肉和羊肉本來是互不相干的。但一下鍋便開始鬥爭了。各自各要佔自己的地盤。各自各要搶自己的利益。不知誰勝誰負。最後到底是羊肉勝利呢還是烏龜勝利呢。大家都非常關心這一類戰爭。羊肉份子和烏龜份子各各有自己的勢力範圍。每一位都找到歸附的主人。這是共識。有了主人便不用自己思考。都有飯吃了。
湯裏面有很多感慨。總是浮浮沉沉。很多人説自己是身不由己。都在俯仰由人。有時俯伏。有時昂首。浮起時。沸騰水面的氣泡爆破。像楚項羽。睥睨四方。不可一世。沉下時。直落底層深處。無聲無息。每一位都竭盡全力。都想浮。但浮沉卻並非必然。因為。這是一鍋湯。下邊有火在燒。
有人説。他需要多為自己設想。他要自私一點。他只需要愛自己。他說。這個世界與我無干。這句話。被極力推廣。
造物主衹是微笑。
不久。一鍋湯煮好了。香味傳出去。一萬里之外都讚歎不絕。沉浮都不重要了。總之這是一鍋好湯。
據說。這就是人類的文化。文化就是這樣進步的。
世界翻了一翻。進化了。
整體的行為導致了進化。
有些朋友很聰明。他說我要做逍遙派。萬事不理。甚麼人都不得罪。他們會逃出這鍋湯外面麼。答案是不會的。能夠出去的衹有香。
香飄萬里。
只有香能夠擺脱羈絆。香才是自由的。可以隨心所欲地飛。
香味使肉質甘美。香味會留著永遠不散。香是宇宙的永恒元素。更是這湯的根本。沒有了香。湯就全無價值了。
逍遙派或者會成為湯渣。他們是無關宏旨的。沒有人要的。吃剩了要倒掉的。雖然湯渣也是重要的。甚麽渣也是少不了的。這是湯的原則。
那麼。香味是從哪裏來呢。在羊肉和烏龜肉的鬥爭之中。殺得難分難解的時候。香味忽然出現了。
甚麽是香？
香是一種覺悟。
驀然回首。看到了真相。看到了自己應該做什麼。知道生命是應該這樣揮灑的。那便有了香。
香的元素是無私與愛。
無私使他有了整體感覺。他的觀察基礎超越非凡。視野離開了個體。有了複眼。還有愛。愛是凝固萬物的關鍵。萬物融和。羊肉和烏龜肉還有其他種種元素熱烈擁抱。爐火不絕加溫。都不怕。於是有了香。
好的廚師。是不用眼睛的。也不用看鐘的。他只需要用鼻子。什麼火候。便有什麼香。他完全知道。
這時候。大家恍然大悟。勝負都不重要了。只要熱烈相擁。泡制好湯。好湯是香的。
香就是昇華。
昇華出去的香很高興。因為他已經離開了這一鍋湯。香心情愉快地飛翔。以為自己成功。超然物外了。
這可能是香最大的錯誤。內外未必可以劃界。心物之外。尚有其他。
香不知道。離開了這一鍋湯。外邊是更大的一鍋湯。
香又要努力了。又要在這高一層次的湯裏加倍努力了。香還要投入生命中去嗎。香味之上還有香味嗎。每一生每一世都不會空閒了。香到底是為了什麼。
旁觀者是不會明白的。這樣辛苦的去幹。這絕對的犧牲。到底吸引力何在。
覺悟竟是這麼重要嗎。可以使人走上一個層次嗎。
只有香能夠離開這鍋湯。只有香是會飛的。這不就是最高境界嗎。
香之上的香。是美。
在湯裏面鬥爭的材料們。其實是從來沒有享受過這一口湯的。他們從來不知道這一口湯是如此甘美。他們幾乎擁有全世界。但他們從來沒有享受過。
祇有香能夠從高一些的地方。看見這一切。也享受這一切。香是自由的。
湯渣們說。我是不需要自由的。香費盡唇舌。也未能說服他們。
什麼是自由。太難了。那是無法解釋的。因為需要覺悟。
外面還有外面。層次還有層次。外邊永遠有更大的一鍋湯。
香不斷地飛翔。就好像花間裏的蝴蝶。
香一層一層的翻。昇華了一次又一次。從不後悔。流血流汗。都不計較。
有一天。
造物主説。你這樣跟著我幹什麼。你想做我的跟班麼。
香說。這是我的榮幸呢。
造物主說。那麼你就跟著吧。讓大家都香一點。
香説。我明白了。您就是香。
造物主說。不要太早定論。你的旅途還是剛剛開始呢。
11/06/2022
誰在推廣精神鴉片？(2022.11.6)
深度修飾的文字… 意思其實祇有一句: 做又三十六，不做又三十六。
沒有人生目標，到最後，生命就在空虛中消失。
沒有根的花朵，插在瓶子裏，美麗只是瞬息的徒勞。
沒有真心參與，怎麼能夠享受生命？
這一位楊絳女士，近年來不斷被大陸的某些人士吹捧。原因其實是很明顯的。
又記:
生命需要真情的投入。如果在戀愛的時候，計算得清清楚楚，結了婚又怎樣，不結婚又怎樣。那就是沒有真心投入了。不投入，怎知道人生的真味道？苦味與甜味，都要親自嘗嘗才知道。這就是叫做享受。未曾享過，也未曾受過，生命就是真的虛空。
補充:
有讀者來信，指出這未必是楊絳本人的作品。相信這是肯定的。網絡上的造假案件，層出不窮。他們用精美的編輯技巧，把拙劣的自私哲學包裝。冒用名人名字，利用秘密網絡的方便，把假文章分發，大量網絡小組發佈相同信息。
有沒有人計算一下，或者調查一下，一篇這樣的自私哲學文章。可以推廣到多麼遠的地方。現在的電腦技術這麼發達，總是不難做到的。
這篇文章的文字風格。一看就知是同一寫作班子的作品。內容千篇一律，文筆總是那麼幾句。
問題是，奶粉可以做假，鹽可以造假，雞蛋也可以造假。假的商品，有關方面正在努力清除。但網絡上的自私哲學，卻看不到清掃跡象。好像是從來沒有人需要負責。好像是在縱容或者包庇。
這是一個龐大計畫。他們絕對不會攻擊中國人的各種政策，他們攻擊的是更加基本的東西。從樹根裡深挖出去。務要把中國人的性格，從根本上推向自私的一面。長遠計畫，引誘中國人服食精神鴉片。
神州大地上，精神鴉片橫行霸道。為什麼可能 ？
11/04/2022
Chinese Ave Maria (please read the notes)
ERA MARIA
A song comforts you at all times
......try singing together with him in Chinese. Its a wonderful feeling.
The Chinese language fits perfectly with the melody.
It can be in Cantonese or Madarin.
時代瑪利亞
望~見~各種遺憾
她~~凝視世間一切
心~~沉默奉上安慰
天~~無限地遠 溫暖何在
仇恨 未見破解 循環
何~~何事見光明
往~~往何處去~~
去那一方 總要明白
等候 許多年
心~事
她知道 她知道
總~~想有日 天漸明
愛~~愛令人 心共鳴
換~~換了遠景
高唱入雲
就這樣
攜手共行快樂地前進
往遠處
（時代觀世音）
She saw all kinds of sorrow, when
She looks at the whole world
She gives you comfort silently
Where is the sky? Its unreachably far, where is warmth?
Hatred is not disolved, it comes round and round
what is the thing that could show some brightness
where, where am I going?
I need to know where.
Waiting for so many years
My mind
She knows, she knows
I am always hoping for the sunshine
Love, love is the echo of mind
Change, changed the view
Singing out loud
Its just like this
Going happily hand in hand
To afar
"Era Avalokitesvara"*
*The name Avalokiteśvara means
“the lord who gazes down upon the world.”
Avalokiteśvara's half-closed eyes look down upon the suffering beings of the earth, his gentle smile expressing compassion for all beings.
Avalokitesvara is a Female Goddess in China sometimes.
*(Its wonderful when I tried to check out the meaning of Avalokitesvara, I found the above meaning from the search engine, and to my surprise that it was similar to my song.)
*(And the look of the two words is similar, too.)
Avalokitesvara ..... Ave Maria
11/01/2022
Can you see the fate of China in the fate of one book？
9402 Can you see the fate of China in the fate of one book 2022 1101
The book is “Dream of the Red Chamber”. It has been locked up since the early days before the liberation of China and the lock is still there and now, double locked.
All publications of the book were under the spell of a United States agent whose name is Hu Shi(胡適). He had said that the first 80 chapters of the book is the story of a rich man and his rich family, and it bears no internal meaning in the book. As for the other 40 remaining chapters, he said it was the work of a publication merchant. And the intention of the make-up chapters was for selling purpose only. There has been a heated debate for this. One major opponent was Pan Zhong Gui (潘重規). He was my teacher.
However, all debates had been useless, because Hu Shi was offered many Honorary Doctor Degrees suddenly at the same time. He was raised up to the Heaven and there seemed all argues were subsided. All publication of the book carried the author names as decided by Hu Shi. And the real intention of the book and its meaning cannot be found and people seemed to have no interest about that book since.
It is strange enough for simple minds. Why were the 35 Western Universities offered Honorary Degrees to Hu Shi suddenly? One could not have avoided the thought that the 35 Western Universities must had received the same order to do that. It could not have been a coincidence. It is a plan.
The question is how.
How can the United States do that.
And the question is the extend. How strong were their arms to reach to the Universities and what was the internal function to do such a job?
And the outcome is more than the lost of one book in China. It harms the spirit of the Chinese.
The book is locked up by the United States, and it is double locked.
The second lock was from the Chinese Government. It seemed they had decided to keep the situation as it is. And the book was covered with dust in the libraries. The fake names of authors were the same and never changed. Though the book has the same position as War and Peace in Russia, Les Miserables in France, Shakespeare in United Kingdom, and Don Quixote in Spain; however, it is a pity that the fate of the book in China is not the same. Chinese people cannot understand the inner meaning of the book from the dust.
People could only guess that why and how could the Chinese Government had such determination? Was it from the leadership or, was it from the secret agents working in and outside the Government?
It must be the most serious threat against the Chinese. The agents were not only a few people but a complete network. If any links of the network was broken, they could use other channels to make up. One link is broken and it could be mended easily. It is an open secret in Hong Kong. People just understand the situation and many are having their own fate linked up with the network.
It could explain why the low taste interest in the internet are so strong. People in Hong Kong can easily see the internal minds of young people during the November 1st festival of foreign ghosts. It is same in Hong Kong and Korea where ignorant people dress up in costumes have nowhere to go to except wine bars and places of drugs. It is a mind-lost for the young generation. And Hong Kong is busy copying all the things including the low culture and rock music from Korea. It must be the same order received like the 35 Western Universities.
What could the fate of China be in the future if all young people are rotten?
A reference:
胡適有甚麼學問？
2010. 11.29
嚴格講，胡適是沒有學問的。任何一個嚴肅的學者，倘若拿出胡適的全部著作來看，就能看見，胡適對於中國文化，一點貢獻都沒有。
五四時期的知識份子提倡文學革命。要打倒傳統文化，要廢除古文，等等。當時的胡適，是運動的前鋒人物。他是第一批提倡用白話文寫作的人。其實，白話文並不是新事。《紅樓夢》就是白話文寫的。比較新鮮是「白話詩」。胡適的白話詩作品，大約今日的人已經完全忘記。因為，胡適的「詩」裡，沒有美的吸引力。
但是，胡適卻可能是擁有最多學位的人。他擁有的博士學位，共有三十五個。全世界共有三十五家大學，不約而同，爭著頒送博士學位給他。今時今日，誰能擁有更多的博士名銜？相信沒有人。
到底胡適的吸引力何在？為何世界上的這些大學，如此重視他？
值得研究的，不是胡適本人的學問。而是這一批知識份子，如此力捧胡適，背後的意義何在？
胡適本人的學問，其實只有四個字。他主張的是：「全盤西化」。這是跟今日的某些人很相似的。今日的某些人，雖然不再提「全盤西化」這四字，但在提到政治問題的時候，總是希望照抄美國全部的政治結構。完全不用觸及西方文化的基本問題，更無視工業革命以來，西方的重大偏向。對於西方文化造成的貧窮問題，污染問題，能源問題，全不研究，全不探討。對於從西方來的享樂主義，反智主義，物質主義，一點都不觸及。
如果你還要提及甚麼甚麼的「愛」和「博愛」，他會教訓你，要提倡多些 sustainable value。如果你對他講，西方文化是外在的，而外在傾向不可能解決文化的衝突。他也不會口啞無言。因為，他以為，這就是「務實」。而且，好像胡適所講：「多談些問題，少提些主義。」大約是，照抄了西方的全部政治架構，問題就不存在了。
而這仍是不重要的。胡適自己的甚麼主張，是全不重要的，是不值得研究的。
重要的是：力捧他的那三十五間大學，到底是無聊的學者們在「跟風」呢，還是有人在背後扯線，有計劃地把中國文化推向某一方向？這才是值得研究的。
希望這種想法是錯的。是絕對不可能有人在背後扯線的。因為，如果真是有人在扯線的話，就意味著，最近差不多一百年來的西方學術界，以美國為首的西方學術界，是不自由的。
而這是有心人不能不注視的。因為，如果你說，極權國家是不自由的，大約很多人同意。如果你說，自由國家也是不自由的。那就是問題很嚴重了。地球是不自由的地球，那麼，各種重大問題，如何解決？
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10/31/2022
Who was the guy to have bought it？
9401 Who was the guy to have bought it 20221031
Who was the guy to have bought the first hand-written copy of the Dream of the Red Chamber?
When I have found that the Chinese in Mainland or Taiwan or Hong Kong do not have interest on the book, I cannot help to remember the selling story of that book.
It was said that the cost was a huge amount of 40 to 50 gold coins for the first hand-written copy. And that must be the total annual income of a really rich person.
It was sold in the temple bazaar which was an annual event for important festivals.
When the guy spotted the hand-written copy in the bazaar; he must have been standing there for a very long time to read.
How could he be willing to pay in such a huge cost? What was in his mind when he paid?
He must be completely shocked by the inner feelings.
What is the reason that could make people do such a decision?
There might be two possibilities.
One is the extreme beauty in that book. That kind of shock can make one crazy and do things other clear-minded persons will not do in their life time.
The other might be a second thought that he can bring the book home as an investment. And the investment is simply to make another copy to re-sell it in the next bazaar.
This second thought needed to be supported by the first thought that the book must have a hugh value. This thought of value have its own effort to help the guy to make up his mind.
What is the extreme beauty, then?
Not everyone can reach that height. And not everyone could dare to invest in that amount of money, I suppose.
...
and the interest-lost was due to a double locking of the book. There is an open yet not realized secret about it.
Dream of the Red Chamber
This is a story that the Chinese doesn't bother to know its real meaning.
Story of a Stone
Original teller of the story was an unknown secret writer in Ching Dynasty. He would not let people know who he was.
In the year 2018, Lee Chard re-wrote the story in a short form.
The original name of the story was "Story of the Stone" or "Dream of the Red Chamber".
It was a masterpiece in one-million words. We will try to put the most important essence here.
His name was Jade the Fake. The original secret and unknown teller of the story told us, that he was born with a piece of jade in his mouth. The story was full of parables. What does jade mean? It means, he was born with a heart.
He was not aware of it in the very beginning. It was not until he lost the jade, then he found himself stupid, and realized that the piece of jade was his heart. The jade was a symbol of his inner feelings. And the feeling may or may not be his own. It was a spirit coming from very ancient times. It was more than culture, it may be the spirit of human nature.
What is culture? The author used one million words to tell the story. The story was a complete re-construction of all aspects of life in China. We may call it culture. However, in the times of the author, the concept of culture had not been invented. He re-construct everything for us to see. Most important of all was the spirit. Now the spirit was in the heart of the jade.
He was the most cherished treasure of the big family. Everybody loved him. He can do anything he wanted and he can go to any place he liked. He liked girls and sometime he like handsome boys too.
It was by this time, the early sex desire emerged. It came amid a lengthy time period. When he was two, or three, or four, he loved the lipsticks of girls. He would suddenly take away the lipsticks or red colored cosmetics from the girls. He would eat them. Maybe he would kiss the lips to eat them. He liked red. People thought that he liked sex. But it was not. Red is not sex. He loved the color of red more than sex. Sex was not his main concern.
Jade loved red. What does it mean? Does the jade represent power and it need a red ink pad to rule the world? Does it mean let the heart rule the world? It could have been the original design of the story plot: we all need a heart, let the heart rule everything. The heart is red.
However, everyone was suddenly nervous when his behavior had become too casual and sexual. He had grown up in an unnoticed speed and there were so many beautiful girls and boys in the mansion. He was still running into girls or boys at any time, not knowing the urge of sex had come.
He had his first sex experience, according to the original secret and unnamed story teller, in a dream. However, it wasn't much different whether it was in the story or a dream.
In the dream, he was guided by a heavenly-maid. The heavenly-maid told him what sex was, and let him try it.
One interesting detail was the name of his first sex partner. Her name was Qin, Qin meant the first empire of China, or simply China. Her name was Lady Possible of Qin（秦可卿）.
Lady Possible of Qin? What is the hidden meaning? In her inner chamber, art works of the most important ladies in Chinese history were on display. You could see historical Chinese beauties in her room. And it was in this room, Jade the Fake had a sexual encounter with Lady Possible. Does it mean he would have sex with all the women in China? Or simply, does it mean all Chinese beauties were Lady Possible? If Jade the Fake meant a piece of heart, it should have loaded with the meaning that all women needed it, too.
He had a wonderful moment with Lady Possible. But it was not important. More important was the aftermath of the affair. As soon as he left the perfumed room, he was chased by frightening ghosts. He run desperately, and found himself in a maze of rivers. He had nowhere to go and cannot find his way out. He had fallen to a deep puzzle from the height of sex pleasure only a moment ago. The heavenly-maid appeared and shouted to him, "Come back, come back!" She told him, it was a maze of no-return. The only escape was led by the Host of Despair and the Attendant of Forest in the future.
He was awakened from the sweet yet horrific nightmare.
What is the implication of the advice? Readers were all interested in the vivid sex scene, they would have forgotten the meaning of its aftermath.
What is the meaning of the Host of Despair and the Attendant of Forest?
It meant the death of his true lover, Dark Jade of the Forest（林黛玉). With the death of his most loved one, he will reach his final enlightenment in a situation of complete despair.
The story was about a boy with a heart and his encounter with the dominating control of the old culture and how he finally found enlightenment.
At first, he thought he was only a most cherished treasure in the family.
To be a cherished treasure was the best thing in the Universe. The Universe was inside a grand palace. It was not important whether it was a real palace or only a rich family estate with a lot of buildings. Important was that he was a real treasure（寶玉）.
In the grand palace, he could do anything. He could have intimate relations with any of the girls or boys he fancies. He valued their friendship. And he had secret boyfriends. He was happy and every one obeyed his order. At first, he thought it was only because he was young.
Soon he realized his happiness was fake. He can flirt with the girls no more.
One day, as he was exchanging some light-hearted remarks with a slave girl, it was overheard by his mother. His mother exploded into a rage and slapped the slave girl. She thought the slave girl was bad and would corrupt Jade's mind. She ordered to have the slave girl expelled. As a result, the slave girl committed suicide. She had nowhere else to go if expelled.
Jade soon found out his real situation.
The thought of a cherished treasure was not true anymore. He has unlimited power and wealth, but he had found all was under one condition.
The condition was unacceptable to him.
At first, it seemed the condition was a simple thing. He only needed to do his homework and obey. But it turned out to be much more than that. It was a complete set of conditions and culture rules he could no longer endure. It was unbearable. He would rather die in such conditions. But he cannot tell anyone about this. He could only keep it to himself.
What was the condition?
The only condition was that nothing is true in this Universe. All were false. The true thing was never shown. One needs to search for truth amid the false. It was never easy and it was sad. Even his own name was a fake name. His name was Jade the Fake. Though some of the times he would choose to ignore the Fake things. But how can he ignore himself? He was a Fake. He could endure no more. Whenever he saw anything fake and false, he felt upset. Once he was sleepy and people brought him to a nice room. But there was a drawing on the wall. The drawing was about the so-called good behaviors:
that you have to observe the rules of the world and fit yourself into it.
How can he accept to fit himself into a fake world? He can sleep no more. He chose another room to sleep and had his first sex encounter with The Lady Possible of Qin. Cultural dominance and sexual freedom was a sharp contrast by that time.
The fake world was upside-down. The rich were poor, and the poor rich. The high low, and the low high. The good things bad when the bad things were good and etc. It was all like that. It was no good to be rich in an upside-down world. By this point, we could compare the thought of Jesus of Nazareth and the secret writer. They were similar. Everything was in its opposite and it was so natural. He felt a deep hatred for all these.
The most unacceptable about fake was dirt.
Dirt was everywhere.
Who would remain clean in a fake Universe? It was said, only the two stone lion carvings in front of the palace, were clean.
That is why he loved only girls. He said girls were clean. And the only thing you need is to be clean in a dirty world. It was the most important parable in the story. His love of girls meant his love of another clean world. And it was not to be bargained. It should never be compromised. And the symbol of clean is his lover Dark Jade from the Forest.
And there were more.
That the fake world was an inside-out world. You need to see into the inside of things. For example, sex was a joy. But he witnessed a friend died in the evil spell of sex. An old man had given them a mirror. The mirror was like a hand-held electronic device in our time. The old man advised them only to see the reverse side of the mirror. But his friend insisted to look at the other positive side. There was joy of sex at the positive side. And his friend could never come back from the joy of it. He died with a pool of fishy smelling liquid under his pants. The reverse side of the mirror was ugly things nobody liked and it was healthy and good. The positive side was joy and sex, but an overabundance turned out to be evil. There was truth in the hidden inner side of things. He was a little delighted to know that.
And it was utterly not important for Jade the Fake.
He was pure, like a baby. He enjoyed the pure relations between individuals. He used his heart to communicate with them. There were pure joy between them. The world of heart was beautiful. He loved beautiful girls and boys. There may or may not be sexual encounters between them. However, it's a kind of situation we could hardly understand. The communication of heart was so important, other matters became trivial. Material things were not important, sex too. It was utterly not important to have or to have no sex at all. He was very good friends to at least two or three boys. The first one was The Most Loved of Qin. He was handsome and delicate, and died early. Jade the Fake had accompanied him until his final breath. The second one was a singer. His name was Box for a Jade. Their friendship had come to such extend that they exchanged undergarment as friendship token. Box for a Jade had given a piece of red undergarment for him. Red is a very important symbol in the story. Jade loved red, and now we saw his good friend had given him his underwear which was a piece of red scarf for the lower body. Yet they were pure. They were friends from the heart. He just admired his singing. He once listened to his song, and was deeply moved. He had come to realize that poems were for exchange of thoughts only, but a song can enter into your marrow, that meant your heart. Only music can enter the heart.
And it was this piece of red scarf that had brought Jade into a near death beating by his father.
His father was the worst terror. It was his father who made him study and do lots of homework. Jade was smart, yet he hated the assigned books. Those were books for a fake upside-down and inside-out world. His father was the symbol of politics. His name was Politics the Fake（賈政）. No one can escape from the spell of politics. His father beat him hard many times.
The most recent one was when his father discovered his affair with the singer, though the affair was actually spiritual and platonic. Jade the Fake was beaten to almost death. His blood stained the house.
He was never a cherished treasure in front of the political spell. His only escape was his grandmother. His grandmother was the mother of politics and would protect him from time to time. The name of his grandmother was Mother the Fake.
Mother the Fake stopped the beating and saved him.
Mother the Fake was the culture. She was the condition. Yet she loved Jade. She thought that Jade will grow up as expected. She never really understood the other side of the Universe. She accepted everything as natural.
A wife had been prepared for Jade long before he knew it. The kind-looking Mother the Fake had her own plan. The prepared wife was Fork the Gold（寶釵）. It was said they would made a good couple. Jade and Gold were a good pair, it was said. Fork the Gold was the kind of women who thrived in an upside-down place. She liked the tradition, and was attempting to be the Chief Executive of the family. Her aim was power. It was she who had advised Jade to take the bureaucrat's examination. And it meant to force him to compromise with the culture.
There was good news.
His cousin sister from the Province of Yang would come to stay. The Province of Yang（揚州） was a place of massacre. The Ching Army had almost wiped out the population in the Province of Yang. The massacre lasted for ten days. It was a top secret by that time. People would never talk about it.
The name of the beautiful young cousin was Dark Jade from the Forest. Why was it dark（黛）? Because it was from the hell. She must have escaped the massacre. And why was she named Forest （林）? Forest was one important analogy in the story. It was from a very old myth that the Early Father（夸父） had chased the Sun and died after a long run. He wanted to know the truth about the sun and was sacrificed. He had a stick with him to run. He struck the stick into the land in his death and it had grown into an unlimited far reaching forest since. Forest meant hope. If you wish to reach truth, you have hope.
Jade loved Dark Jade from the Forest.
However, the massacre was a taboo and could not be mentioned in the story. It called for the reader's imagination to explore it.
The story teller will not tell you, why the name of her was Dark. Nor would he tell you the actual happenings in the massacre.
Jade had a good time with her. She must have told Jade what had happened in the massacre. When Jade found his own palace was actually a faked upside-down world and was hell, Dark Jade from the Forest must have told him, a much bigger hell was there outside.
This was one of the most important novel writing technique in literature. You can tell a story without actually telling it. The later readers would use their searching and learning to re-tell the story and find out the truth.
When we could have only a children's mouse story about the Province of Yang in the pages, the reader can still sniff out the smell of hell.
The question was why and how and what should be done.
She was the symbol of clean. Clean meant not to compromise. She was the only one in the rotten place who had never advised Jade to read the tradition books and follow the old cultural rules. He loved her so much that at one time she asked him, "What if I died?" He had the famous answer: "I will be a monk if you died." And this was parable again. It meant he will be enlightened if she was dead. He will not be a real monk, as the secret writer of the story had seriously doubted about Buddhism and Taoism.
Yet it was Dark Jade who had led him out of the puzzle of Buddhism.
He had no books to read in the feudal culture. It was not that he hated the feudal books, but all the books were destroyed or re-written by the political powers in the years. All books carried the same feudal message. He said, there was no book to read.
And this was a fact and a parable. That meant, he had no guidance in the culture. He didn't know what to do and where to go.
He hated old moral teachings, yet he loved Buddhism for a while. He was at a lost at the moment. He thought life was like a floating boat drifting to nowhere. And everyone came empty-handed, and went away naked. He had forgotten that he was not empty-handed. He had come to this world with a piece of heart in his mouth.
Dark Jade asked him: 'What is your name?"
He said: "Jade"
She asked: "What is the meaning of Jade?"
He could not answer. She told him: "Jade is the most valuable."
She asked him again: "Why was it most valuable?" He could not provide an answer either.
She told him: "The most valuable thing on earth is to insist. Never compromise. And would you tell me what are you insisting for?"
He was enlightened the first time. He had never thought of it before. It was Dark Jade who had given him the first light, bringing him to come back to the deep-rooted ancient thought. That you have to insist, even death cannot deter. You would rather die as a broken jade, than live as a cheap tile. He thought she was his only true lover. She had reached into his inner mind. All other girls were nothing to him anymore.
He had found love.
Dark Jade was the most brilliant one among the girls. Yet she was sentimental. She knew her fate and Jade didn't know his. It was the saddest of all. And it was the final blow awakened him.
She had written a poem. It was this poem that brought Jade into the sentimental side of her world. We will see how a soul was under tremendous pressure and cried out her heart to remain clean, that meant not to compromise with the dirt. And the dirt meant cultural ugliness.
We shall see from the following translation of her poem. A poem to poem translation is almost impossible due to the different design of languages, however, we will see how the images she had created unfold before us.
x x x x x x
Broken petals floated around the pavilion,
Curtains were tainted with their perfumed bodies.
Flowers were flying everywhere when they had just died.
Who would pity them?
A lady from the inner-chamber felt sad about the swift-passing Spring,
She had nowhere to settle her mind.
She went outside with a garden hoe,
She walked carefully not to step on the dead flowers.
The green willows and elms were laughing.
How could they know the sadness of the peach flowers and plum flowers?
There will be new flowers again next year,
But who will be here next year?
The swallows were merciless.
They had just gone, leaving behind their emptied nests.
They would come back next year to peck on the new flowers,
Yet they will never know, the house will be empty like their nest.
There were harsh suppressions 365 times a year.
With winds and frosts like swords and knives.
How long can your freshness remain?
You are nowhere to be found when you floated away.
I can see the flowers now only because they are still on the branch.
Where will they go shortly afterwards?
It was unbearable painful to bury the flowers.
I have nothing but the flower hoe and my tears.
I can see on the branches my own tear and blood.
The cuckoo fell silent as the day is coming to end.
I went home with my hoe and closed doors behind.
I tried to sleep with a small lamp shining on the wall.
It was a cold bed with the cold rains knocking on my windows.
Was I too sentimental?
I was annoyed with the Spring yet I loved it.
It came too silently,
And will be gone too fast.
It was so sad.
There was a sad song outside the pavilion last night.
Were they the souls of the flowers or birds?
It was not easy to keep their souls.
The flowers will shy away and the birds speechless.
I hope I could have wings,
Then I can follow them to the end of heavens.
Oh, the end of heavens.
Where is my perfumed tomb?
I preferred to have a brightly embroidered bag,
to carry my remains.
The yellow soils on my tomb will keep my soul clean.
I am clean in my inner self.
I have been clean from the beginning and I shall be gone clean.
I shall never fall on the dirty ditches.
The flowers were dead as I buried them.
But I did not know when shall I be dying.
People would say I am silly to bury the flowers.
Yet I will never know who will bury me.
If you ever saw the Spring was leaving and the flowers fading,
It would be time for the death of the beauty.
Whenever the Spring was at its end and the beauty was old,
You will never know the flowers were gone and I was dead.
xxx xxx
Jade was shocked when he listened to the poem.
And he knew the hidden meaning on it. She will never compromise with the old culture, though she is suffering all year long. She will keep the flowers clean. She will keep them buried in the clean, yellow soils. The soil was clean, yet the culture and fake people were not. It was such an obvious parable, yet few of the wise people could understand.
That they were living in an upside-down world which were fake. The flowers were being oppressed everyday. It is important that you stand very firm. That you are not going to compromise. That you will remain a broken jade. You are broken, but you are forever a piece of jade. You will never be a piece of dirty cheap tile.
The story goes far beyond that. The threat of life is real. Dark Jade will be gone very soon. And it is a sorrow that Jade had never foresee it.
The poem will be a never-ending torment. There will always be flowers dying. There will be always someone to bury them. There will be always another round of burying.
That was the thought of Dark Jade. Not necessary the thought of the secret writer, nor Jade. The unbearable death of Dark Jade shall strike Jade like thunder. It would be healing. It would be his final awakening.
The question is, for such a clever girl like Dark Jade, why couldn't she overcome the thought of death? Death is meaningless; the meaning is on living. She had asked Jade, what are you insisting for? And what are the best value on earth? That could be the answer of the meaning of death. It is a riddle for all. If the meaning of death was so easy to forget, then the quest for truth would be trivial.
The love between Dark Jade and Jade is based on their understanding of the sad situation they were sitting on. They knew it very clear, yet the secret writer was reluctant to tell. It would have political repercussions, the book will be banned
and all its readers will be persecuted. The secret writer could only write the story with obscure symbolism, hoping it will be understood in the future.
As first, Jade thought that was a simple matter. He was determined.
Dark Jade asked him: "There were so many girls, what is your choice?"
Jade said: "Of all the three thousand miles of heavenly river, one cup is enough for me."
Dark Jade asked again: "What if your wooden cup is lost on the river?"
Jade said: "There is no loss. Only that the water is going away."
That is the perfect answer philosophically. However, when matters of life and death become reality, it needed real wisdom to show its magic.
And he did lose the cup. His most loved girl had left him and died.
His marriage was secretly arranged. He was assigned a wife, Fork the Gold（薛寶釵）.
Fork the Gold was another beauty around him. She was sexy and voluptuous. She was the traditional type of woman. She was in tune with the fake world. She liked everything in the upside-down world.
They told Jade that he was to get married. They lied to him that his wife will be Dark Jade, which was not true. By the night of their marriage, he will see Fork the Gold on his marriage bed waiting. Jade didn't know that was a plot. He was happy to wait for the day to marry with Dark Jade.
He was separated with Dark Jade, and he was told it was only a "temporary" arrangement before the marriage.
Meanwhile, Dark Jade overheard the plot by accident. She knew what was going to happen, as she had known her fate long ago. It was such a sad thing to know your own fate before it actually happened.
She was already sick by the time. And she had intentionally refused to eat. She had a serious cough. A large piece of phlegm fell on the spittoon. A servant girl saw it and was scared to death, as the phlegm was so large that it was like jumping in the spittoon like a living thing, with blood on it. A bloody phlegm meant death, it was medical common sense back then.
Dark Jade was all alone. How sad will Jade be if he had seen all this. It could have been all envisaged before him to waken him up after the tragedy.
Before Dark Jade had died, she burned all her poems. And the poems were her testimonial for the heavens.
The day for the fake marriage was closer and closer. Jade only waited patiently. He did not know his fate had been arranged until that day.
Dark Jade died at the same time, unnoticed.
When Jade opened the silk head-covering of the bride, he saw only Fork the Gold, the representative of the fake world will be his companion for life.
The marriage was going on as usual, no one could tell how did he think. He didn't get mad. He didn't shout. He was silent.
Time went on peacefully. They were married couple now.
One day, Fork the Gold told Jade: "As we have been married and you are a man now. It is time for you to settle you mind and prepare for the Examinations."
She meant the Government Examination held each Autumn.
Jade simply said: "Alright."
The Examination was the ultimate symbol of the old culture. How can he promise to enter the Examination? Yet he had not refused.
To him, the Examination was easy. He locked himself up to study for a month to study his most hated subjects.
On the day of the Examination, he went with one of his cousin brothers. Family servants sent them in and waited outside. The Examination was a two or three-day event. Each candidate was guided into a small cubicle. He had to finish all his Examination papers inside the cubicle alone. Candidates who could not endure the pressure die of exhaustion and was brought out dead afterwards.
Finally, the Examination was over. People came out from the cubicles. However, the servants did not see Jade. He disappeared, although he did have pasted the Examination with high scores. His paper ranked number 7 in that year. He was entitled to be a high-ranking bureaucrat for the fake world.
Mother the Fake, who was the symbol of culture and everything on the fake world died almost at the same time.
However, Jade's father, the symbol of politics was alive and well. He was busy. He sent people to find Jade, and buried his mother, and sent the coffin back home thousands of miles away.
As Jade's father was returning home on a boat, it was late at night. He bid the servants to park the boat at a small pier in a riverside town.
It was snowing and the night was white. It was very clean.
Something made the father wake and he came out the boat.
The self-exiled Jade had appeared. He was wearing a large, bright red cloak, and was kneeling down to salute his father.
Politics the Fake(賈政） exclaimed. He did see his own son kneeling before him at a distance. He was about to say something and Jade was gone laughing. Two guys were with Jade. One a monk, the other a Taoist.
The three of them soon disappeared into the white snows. All was white and the night was clean. A clean world is the ultimate goal of the whole book.
That was the end of the one-million words story.
We will soon forget everything that was told in this story. But a very special color may remain in our vision. The color of red had grown from the facial makeup to an undergarment, and now it was a large snow cloak on the back of Jade. It was red. And it was fluttering in the white snow. Let the heart rule everything. There was a meaning in it.
The original name of the story was "A Story of the Stone." Other name of the story was "Dream of the Red Chamber". And we can always remember the meaning of red, in such a title.
The original writer of the story remained anonymous. He would not reveal his own name in a fake world. He would be happy to see that his mind was read and appreciated for many, now and in the future.
The End.
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你的文章都言之有理,
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你的意思是否抗日戰爭再來一次仍會失敗是因為中國的民族性,孔子的教育呢?
另外,什麼是哲學的角度?
還想一提的是你提及巴哈給你的啟示一文,看過後,就莫名地有一股暖意,我想是感動,謝謝你的分享!