Today I saw an article about the writer Shi Tiesheng, who suddenly crippled his legs when he was the most arrogant age of 21, and could only sit in the Temple of Earth Park every day to read and meditate. Later he became a writer.
His novel "Fate like Strings" tells the story of two blind men, one old and one young, who are masters and apprentices, and each of them brings a three-stringed piano to make a living. The little blind man asked the master, "Why are we blind?" The master replied, "Just because we are blind." He told his apprentice, "As long as we break 1,000 strings, we can take a prescription left by your master to grab a pair of medicines, and after drinking the medicine, our eyes will be restored, but we must really break them one by one." Your master traveled all his life, and he didn't play enough 1,000 strings, because he misremembered and memorized 800 strings. On this day, the old blind man really played enough 1,000 sticks, took the prescription to show the pharmacy people, and people told him that it was a blank piece of paper. He sat in front of the medicine shop for days and nights. He rushed back for the sake of his apprentice, telling him that he had also misremembered and had to break 1200 sticks. He sealed the white paper into the groove and told the little blind man that our lives were on this string. What he meant was that the goal of the other shore was illusory and necessary, and it could determine how a person lived his life.
When I went to Beijing a few years ago, whenever I had time, I would always go to the National Museum, mainly to see ceramics and bronzes, because I knew the relevant knowledge of scales and half claws. In the summer of 2017, I saw a touring exhibition of world-famous paintings in Hall 8, "Rembrandt and His Time", and I remember hesitating for two minutes, either because I had heard of Rembrandt's name and because I really didn't know anything about oil painting. Of course, my hesitation was because of the 50 yuan ticket, 50 yuan can buy two bowls of beef ramen, so in the end I still did not give up.
Later, I learned about Rembrandt's fame and regretted that I should not have missed out on admiring the world famous paintings for two bowls of ramen, I think that was the closest I had to world art, fortunately, I now know that I did not exhibit the "Night Watch" with the same name as the Mona Lisa, otherwise I would regret it even more.
It seems that I know at least half of what I know, but in fact, I only know these names, and I can't even count them as vassals. We don't have the conditions and endowments to know and appreciate these works of art, but it's not always a bad thing to yearn for something good. Family changes, work pressures, and life encounters, all the real world around them are always imperfect, and the heart and hope sometimes need to be placed outside the real world. I wandered outside the exhibition of the National Expo, listened to a piano concert of 100 yuan at the Zhongshan Music Hall, bought a 50% discount on philosophy books on Dangdang.com, and even bought a 199 yuan "Western Art Class" in "Get", I know that this is not called pursuit and love, at best it is admiration. Musician Park Shu said: Finally, you can calmly and be incompatible with this world, such courage and ability ordinary people do not have. I just want to keep a little distance from the real world, and at the same time be in it, I can have a little different thought.