We are all "childish ghosts"

 　　 I like to call friends of my own age as "young people". I think I am old enough to have a soft spot for "old tangerine peels", but strange tastes and lack of vitality are the same thing. I know very well that I am She is still a naive child at heart, very suitable for hooking up with a three-year-old doll.

　　 There was such a conclusion many years ago: This is an era of early maturity in the body and late maturity in the spirit. The first time I got the impression of this formulation was the food safety education from elementary school teachers. They said that the broiler chickens supplied to KFC grandfather and McDonald’s uncle grew fat and fat in one month. They were sent to the abattoir, but they were still called chickens. Sound-filled out by hormones. Our era has created a unique art of war, called "Sea Tactics". The old fried dough sticks who were born at the end of the last century have a deep memory of the term "duck-filling education". We are all "meat ducks" of the new era. Our daily task is Eat desperately and get fatter in the end. Knowledge is food for the spirit, but what is poured out with countless foods is only high-level food. We are not high-flying eagles, graceful swans, or Minerva owls that symbolize wisdom. We are just a group of chirping ducks, and meat ducks that follow the rules on the table. The term "cracking duck" has long since disappeared, but the model of school education has not changed, and it has become more intense.

　　 When I was a child, I always felt that I was born late. Looking at the children nowadays, I am glad that I was born not too late. Education is very important, but I will not talk about it this time-I just want to talk about naivety and naive ghosts.

　　 This is really a topic of phony public aid. The reason why I scolded everyone together was because of a family matter that I had nothing to talk about. In the past two or three years, there have been many separations between life and death at home, and I attribute it to the fact that my age is getting older and the life of the elderly is approaching. But there are many young people in it: one of my uncles with advanced liver cancer also used to fraudulently solicit social donations (clearly there is money in the family, and I will not donate money easily), leaving his wife and elementary school children to let go. Can't blame anyone. I don't know this side relative. The other was my uncle, who had tongue cancer. He moved into the operating room and found that he couldn't do it. The doctor had to sew back the incision and tell him that it was cured. Later, the family felt that they couldn't hide it anymore, I knew it.

　　 Every time my mother talked about this, she wanted to be angry and cry. Of course, this kind of thing makes her family feel uncomfortable, but what she feels most is that there is nothing she can do-my uncle does not cooperate with the "treatment". The patient honestly followed the doctor's advice, but he rejected all the moxibustion, acupuncture, and standing stances that my mother advocated. The Buddhist teachings of releasing life, giving alms, and chanting the Buddha's name are even more tolerant. Regardless of the concept of each person, he can fight against my mother. He is much older than himself and is an elder sister with a leading temper. The dual attributes of despotism and relatives are ideal imaginary enemies, and the rebellion that has not disappeared with the young is becoming more and more. When you look up, you are pointing to the east and he is going to the west. Some words are heard, but you secretly do it behind your back. My mother and I said: My uncle is a childish ghost, with the temper of a three-year-old child.

　　 If you are young, you can stay young forever, which of course is fooling people. But the body will definitely age, but not the heart. Some people are children who have never grown up all their lives. My mother doesn't understand: It's related to my life, why is it necessary to make life difficult? People live in a sigh of relief. This tone is often gambled. Some people want to die but are afraid of death, and some are angry. Of course the anger is childish, but I am also angry, because life is pale and weak, and there is nothing else to redeem dignity.

　　 Niang is a devout Buddhist, although I don't like her piousness. Religious and religious are also different. Gorky said in his autobiographical trilogy that he likes the god of his grandmother and dislikes the god of his aunt. I like my grandmother's Buddha, but I don't like my mother's Buddha. Some people really have no religious beliefs. As long as they are made of clay and gold sculptures, they will worship in the temple, and they will worship them effectively. But believers want real benefits, require Alipay to pay the bill quickly, and it is simple and easy to do and cost less. Most of the ordinary people are utilitarian theists. My uncle was willing to go to the temple to burn incense, but he refused to spend a lot of money to accumulate "blessings" because he believed and didn't believe it, and he still had to settle an account in his heart.

　　 At least his attitude was hesitant, he would not believe it to the end, nor would he not believe it to the end. The person concerned had misery in his heart and could not complain to his father, so he had to vent his anger with his sister and say something painlessly complaining. Everyone has a punching bag, and the villain who is chasing fame and fortune will surely deceive him. Yan Hui said: "Don't anger, you don't have to go." Even the first sage of Confucius said so, it can be seen that anger is human. Exhaling is naive, not realizing that one is exhaling, even more naive. The person who is so angry is angry, even angry, and is not mature enough.

　　 We all yearn for maturity, but that is ideal. In reality, we are all naive ghosts, and we don't understand "Good Song".

　　 Maturity is elegant, but it is also painful. Everyone will encounter the forked road of choice, but they all curl up into their own shells, without the courage to face a real cruel and unreliable world. Those who go out are brave men. There are ridicules on the Internet. Elementary school students call themselves "I", junior high school students call themselves "Lord", high school students call themselves "Brother", and college students call themselves "Baby". The more people grow up, the more they are afraid of old age. They only start to be cute when they are not cute. The closer they are, the more they hope to remain naive. The responsibilities are too heavy. Like learning, no one loves and doesn't want to bear it. "Baby" is not responsible. Before stepping into reality, before having to be responsible to oneself and others, be a fetus in a mother who has not yet separated from the mother who only needs to worry about pleasure.

　　 We are willing to fall, we are arrogant, eager to grow, and refuse to grow. Mature standards and implementation paths should also be studied carefully.