Mr. Shi Tiesheng's "Life is Like a String" begins with this description: "There are two blind people walking in the vast mountains, an old man and a young man. Two black-haired straw hats fluctuate up and down in tandem, rushing up and down, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you go. Everyone wears a lyre and makes a living by telling books. " The concise beginning is full of thinking and philosophy.
At the beginning of the article, the story has already taken shape: two blind people, one old and one young, shuttle through the mountains, each holding a lyre and telling stories for a living. They walk in tandem on the winding mountain road, and also walk in tandem on the rugged road of life. In tandem, the little blind man is walking along the footprints of the old blind man!
In Yang Ye Depression, the little blind man repeated the pain of the old blind man: a person with physical defects was treated unfairly by fate, and may not get the sympathy of fate. Their so-called love was just a flash in the pan and doomed to be a tragedy-Lan Xiuer finally married someone else. The old blind man also experienced the painful moment when the master was heartbroken: he insisted on breaking off 1000 strings and taking out the prescription for treating blindness in order to see the world he had never seen before, but the fact was cruel. After talking all his life, he finally found that the prescription for treating blindness turned out to be a blank sheet of paper, but at the same time he deeply realized the good intentions of his master-"Our lives depend on these strings." So, what we see is that the old blind man is stepping on the footprints of the old blind man, the little blind man is stepping on the footprints of the old blind man, and the little blind man is stepping on the footprints of the little blind man, step by step. Here, we have to praise the ingenious conception, which allows us to see the life of a blind man, the fate of many blind people, the cruelty of reality and the helplessness of fate.
"Why are we blind!" "Just because we are blind." How much sadness and helplessness are mixed in the short words of mentoring. All they can do is accept the fact that they are blind. As for how to accept the fact that has become a fact, it depends on how you look at it, how you think and how you choose. "A string needs two points of tension. A heartstring also needs two points-one is pursuit and the other is purpose-in order to play a heart song in this tense process. " At this time, it depends on whether you are willing to set two endpoints for your heartstrings. The purpose is not originally, which requires us to imagine. "Although the purpose is empty, it must be done, otherwise why not tighten the string; If you don't tighten it, you won't play. " If the purpose is not clear, the heartstrings will not be tight, so how to play the music?
In fact, life is like this. There is a lot of helplessness and pain in one's life. In the case that human resources cannot be changed, how can we go on strongly? Then we must find the motivation to support us, that is, how to tighten our heartstrings, because only by playing and singing a heart song full of passion and vitality can we enjoy the wonderful live high even in times of helplessness and pain. Some people may say, what's the point of fictional purpose? Maybe we can't achieve it all our lives, and it will be empty in the end. Maybe we can only be sad and disappointed like old blind people. Yes, when the old blind man found that the prescription for treating blindness turned out to be just a blank sheet of paper, suddenly his dark world, the only world he imagined, collapsed and broke his tense heartstrings for fifty years. However, does this mean that his life is meaningless? No, although he didn't open his eyes to see the colorful world in the end, he didn't live in vain. When he shuttled through the mountains to tell stories to the villagers, he not only "brought joy to the lonely mountain village", but also "it was the most contented moment for the old blind man, who forgot all the fatigue and loneliness". Indeed, it is "his life has been strained by that imaginary purpose, so his life is full of life." The important thing is to get happiness from the stressful process. When we stand on the edge of life and death and look back on this life, maybe you will feel that "life does not bring, death does not bring" and you don't know why you have worked hard all your life. But you can know what you have experienced, what you have gained, perhaps pain, perhaps joy, emotion and warmth, what you can leave for the living, perhaps your voice and smile, perhaps your help and warmth, that is enough. "It doesn't matter where you come from, it doesn't matter where you go", "It's enough to have fun".
At this time, we can't help thinking: in fact, how similar the blindness of the blind is to everyone's own weakness! Everyone has his own shortcomings and helplessness. The key is how you treat it and how to make your misfortune fade away in the music played by heartstrings. The dark world of the blind is full of unknowns, but it is also full of fantasies. When we were born, didn't we know nothing? Then how can we paint our own world on the white paper of life? "In fact, everyone guesses the infinite unknown according to their own knowledge, and paints the world with their own feelings. Everyone's world is different. " Blind spots are not terrible. The terrible thing is that we just stand in the same place, afraid, unwilling to take a step forward, and can only be confined to the darkness in front of us-we can only paint black spots, and there are only fears and disappointments in the same place. This has become a fact. What can fear, disappointment and complaint change? What we can do is to fix the points at both ends of the heartstring, tighten the heartstring and play our own unique life movement. Only in this way can we find light and motivation in darkness and despair, and lead out of the dark out of despair and continue our life. I remember someone telling me that life is actually a circle, starting from the starting point and finally returning to the original point. When you were born, your circle began to draw; Maybe some people draw big circles, maybe some people draw small circles, but that's not the point. The focus is on what you circle in this process, which is also your own unique place. How can I circle the beauty that belongs to you? Maybe we can set two endpoints on a certain line segment (a certain segment of life), and finish one first and then the other. Maybe we can go further, draw a bigger circle, enclose more things and reap more colorful results!
In addition to the contents and philosophical sentences in the novel, the beauty of its structure also intoxicated us!
The novel begins with the following words: "Two blind men, an old man and a young man, are walking in the vast and desolate mountain forest. Two black-haired straw hats fluctuate up and down, coming and going in a hurry, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you go. Everyone wears a lyre and makes a living by telling books. " At the end of the novel, "two blind men, an old man and a young man, tandem, are walking in the vast desolate mountains." Two black-haired straw hats are swaying and rushing, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from, where you go, who is who ... ",The care before and after makes the novel full of fatalism, which makes people think deeply: life may be a circle, tortured by fate. The penetrating power is extremely strong, and philosophy and thinking emerge unconsciously between the lines.
"He could have played one thousand songs, but he recorded eight hundred. Otherwise, he can break thousands. " And "Yes 1200. I haven't played enough. I remember 1000. " Against each other, a kind of sadness and helplessness permeates, which makes people shed tears of sympathy, and deeply understands the good intentions of the old blind man, and at the same time sticks to the theme-life is like a string.
Generally speaking, Life Like a String shows us the beauty of literature, and also brings us thoughts on life, life and destiny. ...
You need a reason to live. For this reason, life has meaning and vitality.
After reading Mr. Shi Tiesheng's novel Life is Like a String, I finally understand why.
This story is about two blind people, an old man and a young man, in a vast and desolate mountainous area. Each of them took a lyre, climbed mountains and mountains, and told stories for a living with good wishes. The old blind man hopes to break 1000 strings in his lifetime, and then take out the prescription left by the master to cure his eyes and let him see the bright world with his own eyes. The little blind man is looking forward to love coming to him and being happy with his beloved girl.
When the old blind man really broke the string of 1000 and took the prescription left by the master to get the medicine, he realized that the so-called prescription was just a blank sheet of paper. In an instant, the old blind man's heartstring was broken. What attracted him to live, walk and sing suddenly disappeared. Just like a string that can't be stretched, it is difficult to play a pleasant tune. At this time, the little blind man was also suffering because his beloved girl was far from home. The little blind man who lost his love longed for the light. In order to summon up the courage to live, the old blind man sealed the prescription in the piano groove in a master's way and told him that as long as he broke the 1200 string, he could take out the prescription to treat the disease. A person's life is like this string, you can only play it well if you tighten it, and it is enough to play it well. This sentence that the master said on his deathbed when he was young was deeply understood by the old blind man at this moment. The goal is only nominal, but it is the only motivation for three generations to live.
Life is like a string. Only when it is tightened can it play a wonderful tune. Those broken strings support the hopes and dreams of blind artists from generation to generation. Because of this dream, they will miss the past days along the way, and then they will know how happy they were when they climbed mountains, climbed mountains, hurried on, played the piano and even worried. At that time, something pulled the heartstrings tightly, although it was a dummy.
This reminds me of Yu Hua's Alive. Yu Hua said, "To live is to live." Life is easy, life is easy, but life is not easy. What is the purpose of life? It is hope. This is a blank piece of paper in the piano box. It is the motivation for everyone to survive. The wonderful life of the old blind man stems from that blank sheet of paper. Life is nothing, and the so-called purpose of life is actually just self-deception. When people suddenly realize that their life goal is just a blank sheet of paper, what are they living for?
"Although the purpose is empty, it must be done, otherwise the string will not be tightened and will not be played." It would be sad to say that deceiving yourself is the only way to survive. The master of the old blind man said, "Remember, human life is like these strings. Only by tightening them can you play them well. It is enough to play with them. "
Therefore, whether your destination is still clear or not, whether you are still the same as before, you should tighten that string and think about the "prescription" on your white paper.
"It doesn't matter where you come from, where you go, who is who …" Life is a long river.
Find a reason to live, just to live better.