The greatest wisdom in life is that you seldom feel confused about life.

Recently, I often hear suggestions from others: be confused and be smart.

Regarding the first point of confusion, I recently wrote a short article "Difficult to Be Confused". Here, I divide confusion into two kinds, one is called true confusion and the other is called false confusion. The world is big, and the vast majority of people compete for fame and profit. A little sweetness is like being in heaven, dancing, being elated and getting carried away. When I met a small nail, I was worried and worried, frowning and sighing. Such people are talkative all over the world. They are really confused, but they just don't realize it. They are happy and cheerful. May God bless them again.

As for false confusion or pretending to be confused, Zheng Banqiao's rare confusion is the most typical one. Zheng Banqiao's first-rate data is not confusing at all. However, reality forces them not to be false, nor to pretend to be confused. They are miserable. I prayed to god to give them some. That's stupid.

Speaking of chic, we must first explain the word. This word is harmonious, everyone can understand it, and then they will be confused if they ask again. I have no ability to define such a word. You'd better look it up in the dictionary. The explanation of Modern Chinese Dictionary is: (looks, manners, style, etc. ) Natural and generous, charming and unrestrained. I was shocked to read this explanation. What look, style and charm are abstract things that people can't catch. How can this relate to the chic that I usually understand and use? I advocate fuzzy language, so let's make the word chic fuzzy now. I think of the actions of some famous people in China during the Six Dynasties, especially those recorded in Shi Shuo Xin Yu and other books, such as burying me dead and visiting Dai on a snowy night, which should be considered natural and unrestrained. But I immediately thought that these seemingly handsome celebrities are actually burning inside and worrying about their heads all the time. Some of them can't escape in the end, and Ji Kang is a famous example.

Writing here, my thinking activities forced me to divide chic, like confusion, into two categories: one is true and the other is false. The chic of the people in the Six Dynasties was fake, so it was fake.

These things are gone, and it is not easy to figure them out. Let me give you a modern example. In 1930s, when I was studying in Tsinghua, a professor (his name was Gu Yin) always wanted to be famous and fashionable. In winter, he put on a brocade cotton robe and a pair of brocade cotton trousers under the robe, which were tied tightly at the lower part of his legs with two ribbons. The hair on the head is also deliberately not polished. He just walked into the classroom, feeling sorry for himself, probably satisfied. In the eyes of students, he is affected and natural and unrestrained, but ugly, which has failed his painstaking efforts.

Of course, it was Mr. Yu Pingbo who unintentionally played opposite the professor. One day, Mr. Pingbo shaved his head and swaggered out of his residence in the city and walked into the Tsinghua campus. Of thousands of people in the garden, this is the only one with a clear head. Everyone he saw was frightened, pointing and whispering, but Mr. Pingbo completely ignored it, so he boarded the platform and recited the terms of the Song Dynasty loudly, enjoying himself while shaking his head. After the recitation, I repeatedly shouted: OK! All right! Just right! There is nothing else to say. The ancients said: those who love themselves are true celebrities. Compare the professors who teach English, who is really romantic and who is fake romantic; Who is really chic and who is fake chic is clearly presented in broad daylight.

This little example has no deep meaning, just trying to distinguish between true and false.

Why do some people advocate being a little confused and chic? Personally, I think this can improve people's harmonious spirit and is of great benefit to stability and unity.

At this point, this essay can be said to be written. However, I'd like to add some personal thoughts.

At present, the whole country in our country is racing against time, striving for strength, consolidating politics and developing economy, with a view to building a veritable well-off society in the expected time. Where can I be a little confused, a little chic! However, we in China have always acted according to the laws of dialectics. The ancients said: the way of civil and military affairs is relaxed one by one. No relaxation, no relaxation. Relaxation is the right way. Advocating confusion and chic is precisely to achieve this goal.

Ignorance is a kind of happiness

Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty put forward and wrote four Chinese characters "muddleheaded", which can be said to be a household name in China. Today, more than 200 years have passed, but in people's articles, speeches and common spoken language, these four words still appear frequently and are familiar to people.

I'm also a party member who seldom gets confused.

However, in recent months, after a serious illness, my brain has a little light. I gradually found that confusion can be divided into true and false, so we should treat it differently, not just by grasping our eyebrows and beards.

What is true confusion and what is false confusion?

There is no need to make any theoretical argument, just a few small examples are enough to illustrate. Take Zheng Banqiao as an example.

Zheng Banqiao was born in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, which was the second half of the so-called prosperous period of Kanggan. The so-called flourishing age has existed throughout the ages, but it is actually a vast fig leaf. Everything goes on as usual under this cloth. It's just that fewer foreigners come and fewer people are in trouble. Most people can barely eat their stomachs and don't know what they are doing. The court struggle of the supreme ruler is still bloody, and the king outside will not know. Rulers of all ages like people who have no brains or thoughts, and only this class has these two conditions. Therefore, literati have always been a thorn in the side of rulers of past dynasties. But you can't leave them So carrots and sticks exist at the same time It is almost certain that a small number of people will get the help of the emperor. By analogy, there is only one way for a large number of literati to climb the imperial examination system. Success depends entirely on your luck. Look at the scholars and you will know everything. But at the same time, the emperor also carried out literary inquisition on trumped-up charges, killing chickens to show monkeys. In this way, the rulers rule the world by combining soft and hard methods. It seems that everyone is satisfied. But I think it's really stupid, and it's on me, not rare.

My conclusion is that it is not uncommon to be really confused. True confusion is pleasant and happy.

This matter has existed since ancient times. The so-called "Chu Ci" cloud: I am alone when the world is turbid, and I am alone when everyone is drunk. When I say drunk, I mean confused.

But there are still some people like Zheng Banqiao in the world. Although the number is small, there are still some. They left some meaning for heaven and earth. He was admitted to Jinshi. According to a note in the Qing Dynasty, because his calligraphy is not a cabinet style, he can't be named Hanlin, so he has to be a magistrate and a seven-product official. He is the grandfather of wei county County, Shandong Province. He is partial to conscience and sympathizes with Wang's sufferings. He wrote poems in Yazhai, wei county as evidence. As a result, Shangguan forced his colleagues to squeeze. He really couldn't stand it, so he had to lose his job and go to Yangzhou to be eccentric. All his life's poems, paintings and calligraphy have a sense of resentment, just like Sima Qian's Historical Records. His misfortune is that the world is drunk, and he wakes up alone, that is, the world is really confused, and he has to pretend to be confused.

My conclusion is that false confusion is really rare, and false confusion is pain and disaster.

Speaking of myself.

When I first entered the 30 1 hospital, I always thought I was nothing but tinea. In the next room, the attending doctor is discussing the critically ill notice with the president of Peking University, but I am still giggling and telling jokes here. During the forty-six days in the hospital, I never felt a sense of crisis. Now that I think about it, I'm really scared. The reason is that I am really confused, extremely rare and extremely happy.

I sincerely pray to God that I will never let the real confusion enter my heart again. I would rather bear the cross of false confusion all my life.

Writing in the noise of doctors and nurses in 30 1 hospital is also a pleasure.