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Pessimism has the same benefit, it can make people take things lightly. This is my shortcoming, I am not energetic and active. You see, I love to laugh, don’t you? Because I am pessimistic. I'm pessimistic, so I can't raise my face and shout: "Liu Bei!" I can't do this. Just thinking about this makes me laugh out loud.

Watching other people blowing their beards and staring, my spine tingles and I have to laugh. I laugh at others because I look down on myself. When others laugh at me, I think I should; to be honest, I am just a monkey with a smoother face. When I laugh at others, I often attract people who don't want to. It's not that others are insignificant, but that they are not as loose and pessimistic as I am.

I can’t muster the energy to work actively. This is my big problem. But I'm not lazy. Whatever I should do, I always want to do it, and finally get some reward to support myself and my family - at best, I can do my duty. My pessimism has not reached the point where I want to commit suicide, so I have to find something to do. One day I have to die, and I have no choice but to die. What can I do?

In this way, you see, I am a person without ambition. I don't want to be the emperor. Only the most optimistic person dares to be the emperor. I don’t have the courage. Some people say that I am very humorous and they don’t take it seriously. I don't understand what humor is. If you ask me, I can only say that I think I am ridiculous, and others are also ridiculous; I am not higher than others, and others are not higher than me.

Everyone has shortcomings, and everyone has something to laugh about. I can tell anyone, but he must be willing to tell me; he must say that he is a saint and ask me to kneel down and knock at the door to come in. I don't have this addiction. I don't teach others, nor do I listen to others' lessons. Humor, as I think of it, is not about a playful smile or a nose.

Without any effort, I became a writer. My friend, the account writer of Decheng Grain Store, is also a writer. I am equal to him and call him second brother. As a writer, of course I have to write. “Style is the person” – or “style is the donkey”? ——The kind of article I write naturally comes from the kind of person I am.

So some people call me a humorous writer. I am not proud of this, nor am I ashamed of it. I write mine. If you can sell it, you can get an extra three or five yuan, so what can you buy if it doesn't taste good? If you can't sell it, it's a no-brainer. I should have known that it would be difficult to make a living just by writing articles.

When manuscripts are sent out, sometimes they are like meat buns beating dogs, and they never look back; there is not even a reply. In this case, we have to be humorous; let’s talk about that liar many times. When we meet him, one of us will always smile to see the King of Hell. However, this is not common, otherwise I wouldn’t want to commit suicide.

This is a common thing. After the manuscript is published, the rewardee falls asleep, and his sleep is quite sweet. Until I also fell asleep, it suddenly came, as if it was deliberately trying to scare people. The amount is also astonishing. It makes me feel that I am only worth 15.1 pounds, which is cheaper than pork.

We won’t say anything about this. During the national crisis, everyone has to suffer a little. It’s not easy for people to open a shop. The shopkeeper has to recite the Buddha’s name when he eats meat and gives us some soup. Yes, I can't be the emperor and the shop owner of the Burning Book Pit. I'm not that cruel. Look at this! However, if someone wants to trick them, I can't stop them.

In this case, many people will look down on me. Even good friends said: "Man, you should be more insistent and say that you are writing for mankind and that you are China's Gorky; you are so discouraged!" Really, I am discouraged, I think Gorky's beard is ridiculous . His self-proclaimed attitude is something I can't imitate even to death.

Humanity has to wait for me to write an article before it becomes decent. Isn’t it too late? I always feel that literature is useful; to put it in a long way, it is more useful and superior than anything else. But speaking to the present, it is not as useful as an anti-aircraft gun or a pot of rice. I cannot call my works "human transformation pills," nor do I believe that killing literature will bring peace to the world. I just write.

What about other people’s criticism? Criticism is beneficial. I love criticism, it gives me some benefit; even if it's completely wrong, doesn't it still make me smile? When I write it, it feels like steaming steamed buns, steaming and inexplicable. When a cold-eyed person takes a look at it, he will surely see many mistakes. I appreciate this criticism.

That’s not right. It’s his fault and it’s none of my business. I would never argue, which seems cowardly; but perhaps it is my magnanimity. I can't put gold on my face.

You have to look at something from both sides, right?

As for my own works, I don’t treat them as treasures. Yes, when I write, I work hard and I want to write as well as possible. However, a person's genius and experience are limited, and no one can guarantee that he will always write well. Even Homer took a nap sometimes. Some people think of themselves as Dante or Shakespeare every time they pick up a pen.

There is nothing wrong with this. Geniuses must have confidence. I don't dare to do this. My pessimism makes me underestimate myself. I often want to objectively evaluate my own talents; this is not easy to do. After all, I cannot see myself as clearly as others. Well, since I cannot see myself very clearly, there is no need to pretend. Humility is necessary. But there is no need to pretend to be garlic.

I am the same way as a writer. I don't want to be a perfect person, nor do I deliberately invite criticism from others. If you should ask for a friend, ask for it; if you should do something for a friend, do it. Whether something is done well or not depends on our conscience. Therefore, I am very friendly and can make excuses with anyone I meet. However, I don't like to talk much when I meet people for the first time; especially when meeting women, I simply can't open my mouth, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

At home, I am not very afraid of my wife, but I am always afraid of other women. I don’t quite understand women’s psychology. If I talk nonsense, I may not say what I will say, and women He also likes to be picky. Many men are also picky, so when we first met, I was reluctant to speak. I like debates the most, because it’s not humorous to talk with a red neck and thick muscles.

I don’t like people who boast, but I don’t refuse to talk to such people; I don’t like such people, but I like to listen to their boasts. It's best to listen to him blowing, and even he himself forgets where he is blowing. That would be interesting.

The good thing is that several students and friends have said this: "When I don't see you, I always think that you are over eighty years old. I am sure that you are not old." Yes, although I will be four years old. For those of you who are ten, I am not yet old. Because I take things lightly, I don’t have many hidden plans in my heart, and I don’t need to resort to tricks when doing things, so I can laugh and love to laugh; an innocent smile makes me look younger.

I am pessimistic, but I don’t want to be old-fashioned and pessimistic, which is almost a “tiger thing”. I would like to grow old and be young, and to die with as much sadness as a dying spring flower. I'm afraid of "authority", "everyone", "master", and other old-fashioned words. I love children, flowers, plants, kittens, puppies, and small fish; these are not "tiger things."

Occasionally I see a "little adult" wearing a small mandarin jacket, which makes me feel uncomfortable for a long time, especially the so-called smart children, which makes me sad. For example, if a group of children were watching a magic trick and I was there, there would be one or two little old men aged seven or eight who would say: "This is all fake!" This made me walk away immediately, feeling blocked in my heart. A big chunk.

The world is indeed more "civilized", and children are becoming sensible earlier, but I still want everyone to be a little stupid, especially children. If a kitten can hunt mice when it is born, I will no longer keep a cat, even though it may be a magical cat.

I don’t like to talk about myself. This is almost “bragging”. It is not easy for people to see themselves clearly. However, just after the New Year, I was still panicking and asked me to write "Life in the World", but I really couldn't write it, so I used myself as the material. What if I have no choice but to become emperor in the future? This article may become a historical record. Let’s wait and see.

This article is from the expanded information of "Another Year of Green Grass" by Lao She in Modern Times

Original summary:

Some people say that I am very humorous, but I dare not take it seriously. I don't understand what humor is. If you ask me, I can only say that I think I am ridiculous, and so do others; I am not higher than others, and others are not higher than me. Everyone has shortcomings, everyone has something to laugh about.

I can tell anyone, but he has to be willing to tell me; he must say he is a saint and ask me to kneel three times and knock at the door to come in. I don’t have this addiction. I don't teach others, nor do I listen to others' lessons. Humor, as I think of it, is not about a playful smile or a nose.

Some impressions (excerpts), informal parks, appreciation of Baotu Spring, small sparrows, groundnuts, spring breeze, small animals, small animals (pigeons) continued... This book contains famous contemporary poems The writer Lao She has written several classic prose works.

These proses are rich in content, exquisite in conception, and exquisite in writing. They reflect the author's thoughts and feelings from different angles, fully demonstrate the profound writing skills and unique writing style, and are of high artistic quality and feasibility. Very readable and worth appreciating.

About the author:

Lao She (February 3, 1899-August 24, 1966), whose original name was Shu Qingchun, was also given the pseudonym Sheyu. He also had the pen names Jieqing, Honglai, Not me. Because Lao She was born at the beginning of spring in the lunar calendar, his parents named him "Qingchun", which probably means celebrating the coming of spring and a bright future. After going to school, he changed his name to Shu Sheyu, which means "giving up oneself", that is, "forgetting oneself".

Beijing Manchu Zhenghong Banner people. Chinese modern novelist, writer, language master, people's artist, the first writer in New China to win the title of "people's artist". His representative works include "Camel Xiangzi", "Four Generations Under One Roof" and the play "Teahouse".

Lao She always worked selflessly throughout his life. He is a well-deserved "model worker" in the literary and art circles. In 1966, due to the vicious attacks and persecution during the Cultural Revolution, Lao She was forced to commit suicide in Beijing's Taiping Lake.

In September 2017, the classic modern Chinese literature novel "Four Generations Under One Roof" was published by Oriental Publishing Center. This is the first time the work has been published in full form since its publication.