However, how easy is it to become famous with poetry? Before he became famous in the world, his daily life was very embarrassing. Without the income of being an official, his mind was full of trifles, fidgeting and his appearance became thin. In the past, the handsome charm of tigers, scholars and teenagers who were successful at that time has long since disappeared.
On the one hand, making a living, and on the other hand, despair of becoming a poet. Zheng Li had to become a small official he looked down upon again. However, times have changed, and his former colleagues are now in high positions, but they have to kneel down and obey those who despised him before. It is not hard to imagine how much Zheng Li's self-esteem has been hurt. So he was depressed all day, and wild at heart's nature became more and more uncontrollable.
A year later, when he was on a business trip and spent the night by the Rushui River, he rushed out of the door screaming for no reason and broke into the dark night curtain, never to return. People searched all over Shan Ye, but found no trace. Since then, no one has known his whereabouts.
In the second year, Yuan You, an army supervisor, passed through Lingnan and spent the night in a commercial place. The next morning, before dawn, he was in a hurry. At this time, the postman advised him that the road ahead was often haunted by man-eating tigers, and pedestrians could only pass in broad daylight. However, Zhuo Yuan has a large number of followers and a strong momentum. He ignored the kindness of the beadle and went on his way. By the light of Xiao Yue, when they walked through a meadow in the forest, a tiger jumped out of the grass.
Seeing that the tiger was about to pounce on Zhuo Yuan, it suddenly turned around and disappeared into the grass in front. Immediately, there was a whisper in the grass: "That was close, that was close."
The voice was familiar to Zhuo Yuan, and he immediately thought of who it was. He subconsciously shouted, "Oh, listen to this voice, is that my old friend Li?" It turns out that Yuan You and Zheng Li were scholars in the same year, and Zheng Li had few friends, while Yuan You was gentle and did not conflict with the aloof and extreme Zheng Li, so he was also his best friend. After a while, a voice came from the grass and replied, "The next one is Zheng Li in west Gansu."
Yuan You forgot his fear, approached the grass and said goodbye to Zheng Li. Yuan Shu asked Zheng Li why it was like this, so the voice in the grass told the story: "About a year ago, I went on a business trip and spent the night on the shore of your water. I woke up in the middle of the night and only heard someone calling my name outside. When I went out, I saw no one, but the voice kept calling in the heavy night. I can't help running like crazy following the sound. I unconsciously ran to the roadside forest, and I don't know when my left and right hands actually ran on the ground. I also feel energetic and can jump over with a light jump. When I woke up, I found hair on my fingers and elbows. At this point, it was already dawn. I ran to the side of the mountain stream and took a photo in the water. I saw that I had become a tiger. At first I didn't believe my eyes, but later I felt like I was in a dream. Because I've had dreams of knowing I'm in a dream before. When I realized that this was not a dream, I was terrified and at a loss. How did this happen? I don't understand. In fact, we are ignorant, resigned to fate, and muddle through our lives. This is the fate of all beings.
"I immediately thought of death. Just then, a rabbit ran past me. As soon as I saw it, there was no trace of humanity in me. When humanity was restored again, I found that my mouth was covered with rabbit blood and rabbit hair was scattered around. This is my first experience since I became a tiger. It is really hard to say what I have done since then. It's just that there must be a few hours in a day to restore humanity. During this time, as in the past, I can speak human words, think about complex problems, and even recite chapters and sentences in the scriptures. It is the saddest, most fearful and most indignant time to regard one's tyrannical behavior as a tiger and look back on one's destiny with such a' human heart'. However, with the passage of time, even the time to restore humanity is getting shorter and shorter. In the past, I was surprised to be a tiger, but recently I found myself skeptical about being a human being. It's really chilling Maybe in a few days, the humanity in my heart will be submerged by wild animals, just like the cornerstone of the old palace, and gradually submerged by sandstorms.
Finally, Zheng Li told Fiona Fang that he had one more request. He wanted to be famous for his poems, but he accomplished nothing. Instead, he was unlucky and hoped to record his poems and spread them to future generations. Zhuo Yuan immediately ordered his men to make a record according to the sound coming from the grass. In an instant, Zheng Li's voice was heard on the grass. His poems are long and short, about 30. Each capital is elegant and interesting, and you can feel the extraordinary talent of the author after reading it. However, while sighing, Yuan Ya vaguely felt a little inadequate.
"Just now, I said, I don't know why I suffered such bad luck, but if you think about it, you won't be at a loss. When I was a human being, I tried to avoid interacting with people, so people called me arrogant. People don't know, in fact, something like shame is bothering me. Of course, I, once called a ghost emerging in difficult times, am not without self-esteem. However, this self-esteem is undoubtedly a timid self-esteem. I wanted to be famous for my poems, but I didn't continue to visit friends and teachers and learn from each other. At the same time, he disdains to associate with ordinary people. This is all because of my timid self-esteem and arrogant sense of shame. I am afraid that I am not a beautiful jade, so I dare not ponder hard, but I am dubious that I am a beautiful jade, so I refuse to be mediocre and refuse to associate with rubble. So I gradually got rid of the secular and alienated the world. As a result, resentment, shame and hatred encouraged my timid self-esteem more and more. In fact, anyone is an animal trainer, and that animal is nothing more than his temperament. For me, this conceited shame is an animal or a tiger. It destroyed itself, hurt his wife and children, hurt his friends, and finally, like this, turned his appearance into a shape consistent with his heart. Now that I think about it, what little talent I have is wasted. I often show off what' doing nothing for too long; Life is short if you want to do something. In fact, I don't have any great ambitions, but I'm afraid to expose my lack of talent and shameless laziness in refusing to work hard.
After bidding farewell to the grass, Zhuo Yuan got on the horse. In the grass, there was an uncontrollable cry. Looking back several times, Shu Yuan was in tears. After a group of people climbed the hill, they looked back at the grassland in the forest. I saw a tiger, suddenly jumped from the grass to the avenue and looked at them. Then, the tiger looked up at the waning moon, roared two or three times, jumped into the grass again and disappeared.
This story comes from the short story "The Story of the Mountain and the Moon" by Japanese writer Nakajima Atsushi, and is included in the collection of short stories of the same name. The story is based on the ancient legend of China, The Legend of Man and Tiger. The original biography is very short, only writing the story of Li Zhengdao's pride and later becoming a tiger. He met his old friend Yuan Shu in the mountains and asked him to take care of his wife and children and transcribe poems for later generations. When Nakajima Atsushi rewrote it, on the one hand, he added some thoughts about why Zheng Li became a tiger, on the other hand, he also showed the mutual tear and struggle between human nature and animal nature in Zheng Li. Jack is afraid that he is not a beautiful jade, he dare not ponder, and he is dubious that he is a beautiful jade, and he can't be mediocre and can't associate with rubble. Isn't this the mentality we all have?
On the one hand, we are pretentious and think that we are beautiful jade and don't care about the people around us. On the other hand, we are timid and afraid that we are a piece of rubble. The people who really have no pain and anxiety are those who firmly believe that they are a piece of jade or a piece of rubble. Most of us wander back and forth between the extremes of jade and gravel. The so-called anxiety is just a by-product of wandering between these two extremes. To overcome these messy negative emotions, only real efforts are needed.
From time to time, I will see my colleague naked resignation and job-hopping. Some of them say that they are not satisfied with the current working conditions and working environment, some want to pursue a free life, and some want to find a higher and more suitable starting point. However, how many of them will end up better off than when they resigned? Nothing more than resigning and finding an excuse for not being able to adapt to work. Only by acting, only by doing the present thing well, can we fight against nothingness and find our own answers.