One general achieves the goal of ten thousand bones. This is a poem from Cao Song's "Ji Hai Sui" in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows: Zeguo Jiangshan enters the war map, how can the people live in peace and joy in Qiao Su? Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither. This is a description of the reality that the wars and chaos after the Anshi Rebellion spread to the Jianghan River Basin, causing chaos and loss of life. It's a pity that this kind of "joy" of hard woodcutter, which was originally joyless, can no longer be regained now. The sharp contrast between "one" and "ten thousand", general glory and "ten thousand bones" is shocking. The pitiful bones are piled in solitary graves, all for the general seeking military exploits. Today, the county chief adds Zhu Fu, which is dyed with the blood of living creatures. All of them reflect that a general's success depends on countless blood and lives. The wind gradually picked up, wrinkled the autumn water, and also turned over the picture album of history. Page after page, the bones covered the field, and blood flowed like rivers. How many successful generals did not achieve their achievements by stepping on millions of people? The corpse was built? History is in the past, but the war is not over. The battlefield is where there is gunpowder smoke; the officialdom and shopping malls are where there is no gunpowder smoke; the battlefield is where people are killed in a hail of bullets, and the officialdom and shopping malls are where people are killed invisible and without blood stains. It is really hard to understand that there are always so many government officials who are keen on image projects and ignore the interests of millions of people; there are always so many rich people who made their fortunes after the opening up, relying on bloody primitive accumulation. Regardless of how many people's interests are ignored, how many people often cry out for help from heaven and earth; how many people are stained with blood, and how many people pay a heavy price for this blood. A "famous saying" by Marx describes the greed of capitalists in pursuing profits: "As soon as there is an appropriate profit, capital will be very bold. As long as there is 10% profit, it will be used everywhere; if there is 20%, it will be active. If it is 50%, it will lead to active risk-taking; if it is 100%, it will make people disregard all laws; if it is 300%, it will make people not afraid of committing crimes or even the danger of being hanged." I always thought this was the case. The words Marx used to describe Western capitalists are really difficult to imagine and adapt to our national conditions. For the sake of so-called political achievements and inflated selfish desires, many officials create an environment for those greedy people at all costs, allowing them to breed and kill people invisible. A road was originally built for the public to walk, but it breeds so many roadblocks; a road was supposed to last for decades, but it collapsed after spring and before winter; planting flowers and trees was originally the hope The birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the trees are shady, but they have to be replaced with new ones as soon as they sprout and take root. Originally, a building can be built to be strong for hundreds of years, but it turns out to be a dilapidated building after only a few decades of living. A battlefield with gunpowder smoke is scary, but a battlefield without gunpowder smoke is even scarier.
One day, everyone will wake up, and there will no longer be any connection between "General Glory" and "Ten Thousand Bones"
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