According to a professor who studies ancient Chinese characters, the word "filial piety" is written in Oracle Bone Inscriptions, where a young man walks slowly holding the hand of an old man. The long scroll of "filial piety" from the top right to the bottom left is the beard of the old man. ...

I don't know whether this statement is the conclusion of historians or impeccable, but it has precipitated my heart with an eternal warmth and light pain, and made me feel a kind of human feelings for my life, and a younger individual took care of and retained the lost years.

"Filial piety" is a splendid heritage of oriental culture, but its identity is somewhat suspicious in China. The status of "loyalty" on an equal footing with them is much more glorious and great. The country, the nation, the political party and the army all need loyalty, but in the shadow of this sentence, filial piety seems to be the antonym of loyalty, and ice and charcoal are incompatible.

Compared with loyalty, the scope of filial piety seems narrower. The former is for everyone, and the latter only includes their own families. Looking back on the modern history of China and the difficult course of national struggle, there is little place for "filial piety" in the rut soaked in blood and fire. Pioneer revolutionaries stole seeds from abroad and brought them back to this miserable land. They are knowledgeable young people. Most of the reasons why they received a good education and enjoyed culture are inseparable from their rich families, but they did not hesitate to open fire on their parents' exploitation camps. In the dark days, they must have experienced a split and duel of hearts and finally decided to betray their own class. So in the long revolutionary career, they kept their mouths shut and stopped talking about "filial piety".

The poor people who participated in the revolution joined the Red Army, left the Eighth Route Army and went to the battlefield ... They left and never looked back, but their parents were left in hunger and cold, bullied and oppressed, and many people were brutally killed by the enemy. Revolutionaries will not regret their choice, only fighting can win, which is the only correct way. But I believe that the living will feel dejected whenever they look up at the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although there are countless reasons, although the responsibility is not personal at all, subconsciously, they never defend themselves and severely identify themselves as unfilial. Therefore, they also refused to talk about "filial piety".

The generation that grew up in New China launched the "Cultural Revolution" in its prime. Almost everyone has betrayed his parents. When I was in my prime, I was concerned about national affairs, but I accidentally found a volcanic eruption from home, with my parents as my first goal. At that time, I was so happy that I left a permanent regret. The frenzy receded, the educated youth went to the countryside, bid farewell to their parents sadly and went to the border. Some of them feel involuntarily exiled and have no choice. Even if some people think that "parents are here, don't travel far", it is almost equivalent to a reactionary slogan of that era.

Later, they returned to the city. Having no place to live, camping in my parents' cabin has added more trouble to my elderly parents. Don't say filial piety, but also worry about your elderly parents. The salary is low and needs parental subsidies. I don't have a house to live in. I live with my parents. Nobody cooks, and of course parents drink. No one cares about the children, and parents are the best nannies ... How many times have I quietly accepted my parents' money? I am intellectually ashamed, but my palms are eager to get wet. Too much poverty devours our children's self-esteem. If we are destined to accept gifts, let's accept charity from our parents. In our hearts, there is still a kind and firm wish lurking, mom and dad, one day, everything will be fine. I will double your love for me. Let's look forward to that day.

Now that the world is peaceful, harmonious and peaceful, people can boldly say filial piety. Of course, "filial piety" also has dross, which is ridiculous and even hateful, but its reasonable core is worth chewing for a long time.

I don't like the story of poor children reading. It's difficult at home. My father died and my sister-in-law was starving. But after he graduated from college, he insisted on going to graduate school, so my mother had to sell blood ... I thought that was a selfish student. It's a long way to learn. Why care too much for a few years? What's more, every minute is extremely bitter and needs mother's blood to irrigate! A person who can't even love his mother, who can he expect to love? How can a person who puts his own interests in the supreme position become a master dedicated to mankind?

I don't like homeless people whose parents are seriously ill in bed and suddenly leave, no matter how many reasons you have. There is no one rotating on the earth, so there is no need to exaggerate personal strength to an incredible extent. On his deathbed, it is disrespectful to cut off his last hope in the world and travel in loneliness with despair.

I believe that every sincere and upright child has made a big wish of "filial piety" to his parents from the bottom of his heart. I believe that the future will be very long, will come naturally, and will calmly do his filial piety when he succeeds.

It's a pity that people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the brevity of life, forget the kindness that can never be repaid in the world, and forget the fragility of life itself.

My parents left with deep concern for us. When our parents left, we were left with a heart debt that could never be repaid for free. You will never be filial.

There are some things that we couldn't understand when we were young. When we understand, we are no longer young. Some things in the world can be made up, and some things can never be made up.

"Filial piety" is fleeting attachment, and "filial piety" is inestimable happiness. "Filial piety" is a short trip, but it will last forever. "Filial piety" is the chain that life meets life. Once it's disconnected, it can't be connected again.

Be filial to your parents. Maybe a mansion, maybe a brick. Maybe it's a swan on the other side of the ocean, maybe it's a message close at hand. Maybe it's a pure black doctor's hat, maybe it's a red five in the exercise book. Maybe it's a table of delicious food, maybe it's a wild fruit and a small flower. Maybe it's a gorgeous skirt, maybe it's a pair of clean old shoes. Maybe billions of dollars, maybe just a coin with a body temperature. ...

On the scale of filial piety, they are equivalent.

Just, children of the world, we must hurry! When your parents were still alive.

What a hibiscus (prose)

Serial: Farewell to Reading Author: Zong Pu Publishing House: Writers Publishing House

This is another year in Qiu Lai. The white jade is cool, and the ice and snow news comes out first. Canna also opened at this time. Red and yellow flowers stand on the broad green leaves and don't care about the chill of autumn. I used to say that canna was ugly, but now I really want to take it back. Then crape myrtle and hibiscus. In my small garden dominated by grass, they are outsiders. Accidental branches, accidentally inserted into the soil, they grow up by accident. Ziwei seems a little delicate and has never seen flowers. Hibiscus bloomed twice.

Furong used to give me the impression of mediocrity. During the Cultural Revolution, many flowers and trees were destroyed, but they lost all their lives, accompanying Xanthoceras sorbifolia Bunge, making it famous for a while and not too lonely. It is said that the reason is that its flowers are edible, which is probably more delicious than the bark of grass roots. On the road next to the students' bathroom, two rows of trees stand upright, with purple, red and white flowers, which I have never seen carefully.

In the past two years, the hibiscus in this small garden has blossomed twice, which is extraordinary.

The year before last autumn, my family had just recovered from the grief of death, and they were faced with the confusion of young people's lives. We don't know what will happen next minute. We are in extreme fear. When I am fidgeting, I have to walk in the grass garden. At that time, the grass in the garden was knee-deep Apart from our basic team, dear Hosta, there are only two honeysuckle trees with small red fruits hanging on clusters of agate buttons. I don't expect to see other colors.

Suddenly, among the green grass, a little purple flashed, bright and gentle, and turned several times. I hurried across the grass and saw a purple flower blooming on a low green branch.

This is hibiscus. The hibiscus blooms, and it is purple.

Of the three colors of hibiscus, purple is the best. That red color is extremely incorrect, as if the paint had not been adjusted properly; An old friend with white flowers and a hairpin are enough. What I want to see most is purple, which echoes with February orchids in early spring and vines in early summer. Let the purple fantasy fill the small garden, let the wind blow away the sadness and keep the dream.

To my surprise, I carefully removed the weeds around it, made a shallow pit and poured water on it. The water soon seeped down. After a gust of wind, green waves rippled on the grass, and delicate purple flowers as thin as cicadas tilted their heads in the green waves, which was a little naughty, but they didn't know they looked strange.

After four or five full moons last year, the looted small garden suffered again. There is a small building next to the garden, which is used to build a useful building. Mud, bricks, steel bars and battens are piled up in the garden, like a messy hill, with all the plants under it. I am used to this scene, knowing that after it is destroyed, there will always be a new beginning, although it will take a long time.

Unexpectedly, when I was walking on this rugged mountain road in Qiu Lai, I suddenly saw several green branches sticking out of bricks and steel bars. On the green branch, a purple flower is trembling!

My heart is shaking, and a tragic feeling has seized me. Most of the soil is buried, and it still blooms!

Most of the soil is buried, and it still blooms!

I crossed the obstacle and got closer to see the flower struggling under the heavy pressure. It's still that delicate petal as thin as cicada's wings, slightly wrinkled, and there seems to be a belt tied at the pedicle of the flower, but it stretches itself. It does not feel the hardship of the environment, nor does it feel its own strangeness.

Suddenly I feel that this is a flower in a fairy tale. If you hold it, any wish will come true, because what you hold is the courage to face all hardships.

Purple ribbons spread out, covering the messy construction site. Ran Ran stood up, leaned against the bright Xia Zi and looked down at me with a smile.

This year really has a new beginning. After the transformation, the small garden is no longer dominated by grass and has a new understanding of canna. That hibiscus flower is much taller and more lush, but after the Double Ninth Festival, there are still no flowers.

I often wander around it, looking forward to the flower that shocked me.

It doesn't come anymore.

Even if there are more flowers, it won't be the one last year. Maybe a monument is needed to commemorate the tragic past?

1988 Chongyang

Originally published in Oriental Chronicle 1989, No.2.

1 This is an argumentative paper. The author is Bi Shumin, a famous contemporary female writer.

Firstly, the article denies two kinds of people, one is a poor child who studies, and the other is a wanderer who leaves home. Regardless of family difficulties, the former insisted on graduate school, forcing her mother to sell blood; The latter cut off their parents' last hope and ran away from home when their parents were seriously ill in bed and dying. This leads to the common and profound topic of filial piety. The author thinks that every sincere and upright child in the world has made a big wish of "filial piety" to his parents, but the author reveals a cruel reality to us: the passage of time will bring opportunities for filial piety. Because life is short, life itself is fragile; The day I came home in rags, maybe my parents passed away with deep concern for us. Therefore, we will never be filial. At the end of the article, I strongly call for an early filial piety for my parents. In my opinion, no matter how to repay, whether generous or meager, as long as it is a filial piety to parents, then this feeling is extremely precious and beautiful. The full text is sincere, the language is concise and vivid, and the discussion is philosophical and brings out the best in each other.

After reading this article, have our hearts been touched? After getting up every day, I think back to the morning. What do we think of first when facing a new day? Mostly egoism. However, from now on, can we change our thinking and think like this: I have more than 20 thousand days in a new day, and my parents have only a few thousand days at most. What do they need on this day? What should I do for them?

This is an exquisite essay that combines landscape writing and philosophy of life. The author injected profound philosophy into the description of the image. Through the description of a hibiscus flower that blooms twice, he realized the true meaning of life that he is persevering under heavy pressure and can face all hardships. The theme of this paper can be summarized as mainly praising the spirit of Furong who dares to "face all hardships".

The work adopts the method of wanting to promote first, and first compares the mediocrity of hibiscus with the beauty of Hosta, Canna and Lagerstroemia. It is said that many flowers and trees were destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, but hibiscus flowers were killed. It is said that the reason is that its flowers are edible, which is probably more delicious than grass bark. It is these two hibiscus flowers that have left behind that have brought profound thoughts to the author. As a result, my attitude towards hibiscus has changed fundamentally. Because when my family suffered the pain of death, Furong gave me spiritual comfort, took away my sadness and kept my dream. After suffering again in the ransacked small garden, the courage of the open hibiscus flower to face the suffering gave me inspiration in life. This paper is good at containing fiery emotions in calm narration, and closely combining emotional input with philosophical understanding; It also makes good use of the expression method of depending on the meaning of things and wanting to promote and suppress first; The article is profound in conception and grand in topic, and is good at drawing strength and motivation from tiny life. In addition, the language of the work is unpretentious, and he is good at discovering the philosophy of life from the details that ordinary people easily ignore. After reading this article, a flower that dares to face adversity, a tough flower full of life and a delicate flower will bloom in front of us. It is through that hibiscus that the author tells us that when life encounters misfortune, we should not be overwhelmed by bad luck. We should keep firm faith in the eternity and beauty of life, face the new life with a smile, cheer up and devote ourselves to creating brilliant careers.