A few days ago, I went to Weifang and revisited the old place, and suddenly I remembered a past story mentioned by one of my comrades in arms.

In the mid-1970s, my base wanted to set up a surveying group in Shandong, and my comrade-in-arms participated in the survey and site selection. A few of them drove two Beijing jeeps, dined and slept in the open air, surveyed all the way along the Bohai Bay, and came to Weifang. While resting on the way, I met a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a big pumpkin, looking lonely and very tired walking. When the boy saw them, he suddenly got a little excited and asked, "Uncle PLA, is there a movie tonight?" A few people were stunned for a while, and when they reacted, they laughed and asked him, "Why do you think we Is it a movie?" The boy said: "We don't see a movie here all year, that is, when the uncle of the People's Liberation Army comes to the camp for training, we will show it and watch you pull the machine - is it a generator?" The person told him: "We don't show movies, this generator is used for lighting when camping." After that, he asked him why he was carrying such a big pumpkin. The boy said, he went to the market and ran for 8 miles, but he didn't sell it, and he brought it back! Among those people was a cook, so he asked him, "How much are you going to sell?" The boy said, "It's enough to buy a book for one cent!" The cook negotiated with the boy and said 8 cents okay? The boy hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, if you carry it home, you won't be able to sell it, and it will be worthless!" So the deal was done.

My comrade-in-arms did not see this bargaining process with his own eyes. He was at the bottom of a big tree and was drawing a military map with several other staff officers, some distance from the bargaining spot. After they finished drawing, the little boy also left, and my comrades-in-arms knew about it. The cook wanted to be good in front of my comrades, saying how he took a big advantage and didn't want to be beaten down by my comrades: "You are too bullying, you will lack the 4 cents, so that the child can't buy it. Last book?" Immediately after that, the driver drove the jeep after the boy. In the end, he chased the boy to the village where he was, and finally found the boy and gave him 4 cents.

My comrade-in-arms came back from the site selection, told me about this, and even shed tears while talking.

In the late 1970s, I went to Guangzhou on business and stayed at the Nanhai Fleet Guest House on the edge of the Pearl River. This evening, I was walking along the Pearl River, and on a bridge, I met a woman in her 50s who was squatting there selling bananas. It was a typical Cantonese woman, with a dark complexion, a thin stature, and bare feet. There were two big fresh bananas next to her, with a bamboo pole on them, which looked like they had just been chopped down. Speaking of which, I know that this woman is from the suburbs of Guangzhou. It takes more than 30 miles to walk here, and the bananas cost a dime a pound. She said that the bananas are sold locally at only 8 cents per catty. If they are picked here, if they sell well, they will earn two cents more per catty. I tried to mention the pole with both ends inserted into the banana dulu, it should weigh more than 60 pounds. It is precisely because the bananas were just chopped down and not ripe enough to be eaten right away, so I watched them for more than half an hour, but no one bought them. Originally, I really wanted to buy it to help her reduce her burden, but because I had to transfer to a few cities, I couldn't take it home immediately, and I couldn't eat it for a while after I bought it. After 10 o'clock in the evening, I looked from the window on the 5th floor of the guest house and saw that the woman was still curled up in the middle of two big dulu bananas, which looked smaller than one of them. When I woke up and looked out the window, the woman was gone. I can't see that there are relatives of her in the urban area, so did she pick back the two big bananas that are bigger than her body? An emotion of not being able to help her was entangled in my heart. After that, I never fell asleep again, and I spent the whole night thinking there: more than 60 kilograms of bananas, not a single kilogram was sold, I didn’t even drink saliva, and I was red again. Feet, blinded by black lights, more than 30 miles away, how to walk... just for two cents!

The following story was told by the famous writer Wang Yuanjian at a pen meeting. He said, "On a long-distance bus, you may fall asleep, or you may read a book, but have you ever seen someone reading a book with an account book? I have seen it." Once on a business trip, Mr. Wang Yuanjian met a A man was flipping through an account book in the car, muttering words in his mouth, sometimes sighing, and then asked him, "What is there to see in an account book, how can you be so dedicated?" The man said, "I am The accountant of the brigade, a number is one thing, I think about those stories from the numbers! Not to mention, I can memorize all the numbers on this account!" Teacher Wang Yuanjian did not believe it, took the account book, and casually After ordering the names of a few people, the accountant will know how many people in each family, how many work points they earned last year, how much food they distributed, and how much money they got. Afterwards, he said: "I didn't mean to memorize them, but these numbers are too small, too pitiful, and too easy to memorize. One work point is twenty-seven cents, and no matter how much you earn, it's just a few more cents. Open your mouth and say it!"

It's all bitter little numbers! Why say these things? One is that some of the things here, along with the stories they carry, are completely history and will never happen or happen again. If you don't write it down, maybe no one will know it in a generation. For example, what is the value of a penny and two cents? If you ask the "post-90s" child, he has no concept at all. The second is to review the old and learn the new, so that you will never forget your identity, the life you once had, and cherish the present day more.

life is philosophy

This morning, the sun is soft and the wind is blowing. You walk along the sidewalk towards the school or company, and suddenly see an old lady in front of you falling. At this time, you stepped forward to help her up without hesitation, and asked if she was injured.

Why are you doing this? This question is worth thinking about, and don't answer "because I think it should" or "because I'm happy".

One morning a few days ago, the sky was dark and the wind was strong and rainy. You also caught a glimpse of someone falling on the same sidewalk, but you walked over with an umbrella on your own. Why is it you, but you have two opposite attitudes towards others?

Is it the weather that affects your mood, and your mood determines your behavior? After careful reflection, it seems that it is not so simple. Any behavior of human beings has a belief as a presupposition behind it. For example, when I help others, I believe: people should support each other, people form a big family, life is meaningful, if I help others, others will also lend a hand when I need help; otherwise, When I refuse to help others, I believe in my heart: people are isolated from each other, human beings do not care for each other, life is inevitable, and I can't escape the mercy of fate, so I should be less busy.

The question is, you sometimes like to help others and sometimes you refuse to help. Are there two sets of opposing beliefs in your mind at the same time? If so, how do you identify yourself as "one person"? How can you expect others to understand you? Even, do you know yourself?

If you are curious about these questions and want to explore the answers further, then you are on the path to philosophy. Philosophy is to think about the phenomena of life in a more systematic way, and then provide guidance for the choices of life. It is a crucial step in philosophy to find out what incompatible beliefs are lurking in one's heart, and then guide, organize, and integrate them to make them show the same position. The usefulness of philosophy to life also begins here. Anyone can do it.

After establishing the basic beliefs in our hearts, we can avoid many unnecessary confusions, hesitations, struggles and setbacks on the road of life. The weather can no longer affect us, because we have the warm sunshine in our hearts; the environment can no longer disturb us, because we have strong opinions in our hearts. We can begin to live our true selves, not only from the inside and out, but from the inside and the outside, but always knowing what we're doing and why.

From this point of view, the function of thinking is really great. People can rely on their thoughts to break through the limited time and space, master their inner self, and not be constrained by climate, environment, and crowd. This self has both clear beliefs and a clear direction, so every smile, every move, every word and deed is very sincere and down-to-earth. Not only that, but thinking can also lead us to set up a style, see the wise and think together, so that when we are faced with a major decision, we will think about it: if it is Confucius, Jesus, Socrates, Buddha, or other Sage, how will you decide what to do when you are in my situation?

With such a thought, the ordinary life may show magnificent waves and climaxes one after another. Every minute and every second of life is worth cherishing, because it is full of new challenges, waiting for you to respond with a new spirit, so as to open up a new realm of life.

Some people say: "Life is culture, life is education." We can also say: "Life is philosophy - but a little habit must be added, that is, thinking." Mencius affirmed human dignity, claiming that "everyone has For those who are more valuable than oneself, Firth's ears." As long as you develop the habit of thinking, the quality of life will naturally improve, and the connotation of life will be more fulfilling. Philosophy is indeed the beginning of our taste in life.

A few days ago, I went to Weifang and revisited the old place, and suddenly I remembered a past story mentioned by one of my comrades in arms.

In the mid-1970s, my base wanted to set up a surveying group in Shandong, and my comrade-in-arms participated in the survey and site selection. A few of them drove two Beijing jeeps, dined and slept in the open air, surveyed all the way along the Bohai Bay, and came to Weifang. While resting on the way, I met a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a big pumpkin, looking lonely and very tired walking. When the boy saw them, he suddenly got a little excited and asked, "Uncle PLA, is there a movie tonight?" A few people were stunned for a while, and when they reacted, they laughed and asked him, "Why do you think we Is it a movie?" The boy said: "We don't see a movie here all year, that is, when the uncle of the People's Liberation Army comes to the camp for training, we will show it and watch you pull the machine - is it a generator?" The person told him: "We don't show movies, this generator is used for lighting when camping." After that, he asked him why he was carrying such a big pumpkin. The boy said, he went to the market and ran for 8 miles, but he didn't sell it, and he brought it back! Among those people was a cook, so he asked him, "How much are you going to sell?" The boy said, "It's enough to buy a book for one cent!" The cook negotiated with the boy and said 8 cents okay? The boy hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, if you carry it home, you won't be able to sell it, and it will be worthless!" So the deal was done.

My comrade-in-arms did not see this bargaining process with his own eyes. He was at the bottom of a big tree and was drawing a military map with several other staff officers, some distance from the bargaining spot. After they finished drawing, the little boy also left, and my comrades-in-arms knew about it. The cook wanted to be good in front of my comrades, saying how he took a big advantage and didn't want to be beaten down by my comrades: "You are too bullying, you will lack the 4 cents, so that the child can't buy it. Last book?" Immediately after that, the driver drove the jeep after the boy. In the end, he chased the boy to the village where he was, and finally found the boy and gave him 4 cents.

My comrade-in-arms came back from the site selection, told me about this, and even shed tears while talking.

In the late 1970s, I went to Guangzhou on business and stayed at the Nanhai Fleet Guest House on the edge of the Pearl River. This evening, I was walking along the Pearl River, and on a bridge, I met a woman in her 50s who was squatting there selling bananas. It was a typical Cantonese woman, with a dark complexion, a thin stature, and bare feet. There were two big fresh bananas next to her, with a bamboo pole on them, which looked like they had just been chopped down. Speaking of which, I know that this woman is from the suburbs of Guangzhou. It takes more than 30 miles to walk here, and the bananas cost a dime a pound. She said that the bananas are sold locally at only 8 cents per catty. If they are picked here, if they sell well, they will earn two cents more per catty. I tried to mention the pole with both ends inserted into the banana dulu, it should weigh more than 60 pounds. It is precisely because the bananas were just chopped down and not ripe enough to be eaten right away, so I watched them for more than half an hour, but no one bought them. Originally, I really wanted to buy it to help her reduce her burden, but because I had to transfer to a few cities, I couldn't take it home immediately, and I couldn't eat it for a while after I bought it. After 10 o'clock in the evening, I looked from the window on the 5th floor of the guest house and saw that the woman was still curled up in the middle of two big dulu bananas, which looked smaller than one of them. When I woke up and looked out the window, the woman was gone. I can't see that there are relatives of her in the urban area, so did she pick back the two big bananas that are bigger than her body? An emotion of not being able to help her was entangled in my heart. After that, I never fell asleep again, and I spent the whole night thinking there: more than 60 kilograms of bananas, not a single kilogram was sold, I didn’t even drink saliva, and I was red again. Feet, blinded by black lights, more than 30 miles away, how to walk... just for two cents!

The following story was told by the famous writer Wang Yuanjian at a pen meeting. He said, "On a long-distance bus, you may fall asleep, or you may read a book, but have you ever seen someone reading a book with an account book? I have seen it." Once on a business trip, Mr. Wang Yuanjian met a A man was flipping through an account book in the car, muttering words in his mouth, sometimes sighing, and then asked him, "What is there to see in an account book, how can you be so dedicated?" The man said, "I am The accountant of the brigade, a number is one thing, I think about those stories from the numbers! Not to mention, I can memorize all the numbers on this account!" Teacher Wang Yuanjian did not believe it, took the account book, and casually After ordering the names of a few people, the accountant will know how many people in each family, how many work points they earned last year, how much food they distributed, and how much money they got. Afterwards, he said: "I didn't mean to memorize them, but these numbers are too small, too pitiful, and too easy to memorize. One work point is twenty-seven cents, and no matter how much you earn, it's just a few more cents. Open your mouth and say it!"

It's all bitter little numbers! Why say these things? One is that some of the things here, along with the stories they carry, are completely history and will never happen or happen again. If you don't write it down, maybe no one will know it in a generation. For example, what is the value of a penny and two cents? If you ask the "post-90s" child, he has no concept at all. The second is to review the old and learn the new, so that you will never forget your identity, the life you once had, and cherish the present day more.

life is philosophy

This morning, the sun is soft and the wind is blowing. You walk along the sidewalk towards the school or company, and suddenly see an old lady in front of you falling. At this time, you stepped forward to help her up without hesitation, and asked if she was injured.

Why are you doing this? This question is worth thinking about, and don't answer "because I think it should" or "because I'm happy".

One morning a few days ago, the sky was dark and the wind was strong and rainy. You also caught a glimpse of someone falling on the same sidewalk, but you walked over with an umbrella on your own. Why is it you, but you have two opposite attitudes towards others?

Is it the weather that affects your mood, and your mood determines your behavior? After careful reflection, it seems that it is not so simple. Any behavior of human beings has a belief as a presupposition behind it. For example, when I help others, I believe: people should support each other, people form a big family, life is meaningful, if I help others, others will also lend a hand when I need help; otherwise, When I refuse to help others, I believe in my heart: people are isolated from each other, human beings do not care for each other, life is inevitable, and I can't escape the mercy of fate, so I should be less busy.

The question is, you sometimes like to help others and sometimes you refuse to help. Are there two sets of opposing beliefs in your mind at the same time? If so, how do you identify yourself as "one person"? How can you expect others to understand you? Even, do you know yourself?

If you are curious about these questions and want to explore the answers further, then you are on the path to philosophy. Philosophy is to think about the phenomena of life in a more systematic way, and then provide guidance for the choices of life. It is a crucial step in philosophy to find out what incompatible beliefs are lurking in one's heart, and then guide, organize, and integrate them to make them show the same position. The usefulness of philosophy to life also begins here. Anyone can do it.

After establishing the basic beliefs in our hearts, we can avoid many unnecessary confusions, hesitations, struggles and setbacks on the road of life. The weather can no longer affect us, because we have the warm sunshine in our hearts; the environment can no longer disturb us, because we have strong opinions in our hearts. We can begin to live our true selves, not only from the inside and out, but from the inside and the outside, but always knowing what we're doing and why.

From this point of view, the function of thinking is really great. People can rely on their thoughts to break through the limited time and space, master their inner self, and not be constrained by climate, environment, and crowd. This self has both clear beliefs and a clear direction, so every smile, every move, every word and deed is very sincere and down-to-earth. Not only that, but thinking can also lead us to set up a style, see the wise and think together, so that when we are faced with a major decision, we will think about it: if it is Confucius, Jesus, Socrates, Buddha, or other Sage, how will you decide what to do when you are in my situation?

With such a thought, the ordinary life may show magnificent waves and climaxes one after another. Every minute and every second of life is worth cherishing, because it is full of new challenges, waiting for you to respond with a new spirit, so as to open up a new realm of life.

Some people say: "Life is culture, life is education." We can also say: "Life is philosophy - but a little habit must be added, that is, thinking." Mencius affirmed human dignity, claiming that "everyone has For those who are more valuable than oneself, Firth's ears." As long as you develop the habit of thinking, the quality of life will naturally improve, and the connotation of life will be more fulfilling. Philosophy is indeed the beginning of our taste in life.