What you see is not necessarily "true"

Usually, people always think: "I saw it with my own eyes", "I heard it with my own ears" and "I said it with my own mouth". What I said is right or wrong, and what I heard is true or false. Only what I see is the most real. In fact, sometimes what you see with your own eyes may not be "real".

It is said that Confucius once asked his student Yan Hui to cook porridge for him. Porridge is cooked and hung in a bowl. The student was about to bring it to the teacher. When he saw a grain of dust in the bowl, he picked it up with two fingers and sent it to his mouth. Unexpectedly, this scene happened to be caught by the teacher. The teacher asked, "How can you do this? You tasted it before the teacher ate it. " Yan Hui said respectfully, "Teacher, I'm really sorry. When I saw something dirty in the porridge, I picked it up and threw it, but I felt embarrassed when I saw the rice grains sticking to it, so I sent it to my mouth. " After listening to the students, Confucius thoughtfully said to himself, "So, eyes can make mistakes."

There was a Zen master named Han who once took a woman with a long shawl home every day and lived together behind closed doors. Disciple slam was afraid that the public would know, so he kept at the door. As long as someone asks the Zen master, he stops him from driving with "Master is resting".

Man thought about this problem for a long time, but there was nothing he could do, so one day he summoned up his courage and knocked on Master's door. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the woman lying face down on the bed, and Master was rubbing her back. Empty "said angrily:

"Teacher, how could you? How can I become a normal person? How can you be worthy of hundreds of thousands of people? "

"Why can't I be a role model for the public?" Master answered slowly, speaking out of turn.

"Look!" Pointing at the woman on the bed, she scolded;

"Look!"

Master still answered calmly, and the woman slowly turned around. Suddenly the sky was full, and I was too shocked to speak for a long time. I saw that it was a woman with no nose, no eyebrows, a festering mouth, a full face of scabies, and a ripple of saliva, suffering from leprosy.

Master handed the medicine bowl in his hand to an empty one and said quietly:

"Then, you come!"

Empty "hurriedly voice kneeling for mercy:

"Teacher, you can see, we can't see, you can do it, we can't! Disciple is stupid, please forgive me. "

? It can be seen that sometimes the superficial facts you see may not be consistent with the real facts. Sometimes it hurts.

In the early 1960s, Qiong 'an Commune organized an Ulan-Qi Mu-style literary propaganda team to publicize agricultural popular science knowledge in villages and commend good people and deeds. There are various forms, such as poetry recitation, solo, chorus, dance, allegro, multi-word and sketch. ...

Although the actors are all rural, a country can raise a countryman, and more than a dozen girls are in their prime, all healthy and lively, green and watery; In addition, Liu, a young teacher who graduated from Fuzhou Kindergarten Teachers College, is the director. I heard that she is one of the best dancers in the county, and sometimes she will perform on stage, adding a lot of color to the propaganda team. The propaganda team goes to the countryside, goes to the county once a year to participate in the county-wide performance, and is invited to perform in Nantong Commune, Minhou County. Wherever they go, they are very popular.

? During the slack season, the propaganda team visited more than 20 production brigades in this commune. From the plain to the mountainous area, from the nearby Seventh Ring Road and Jiuduling Village in Dou Xiu to the remote places such as Huangyushui, Chailing, Gukou and Guyang in Ba Du at the junction of Xiaba Village in Yongtai County. More than 30 actors and actresses, like Tang Priest, said, "You carry the burden and I will lead the horse;" Welcome the red sun and send away the sunset ... "All the way.

The actor carried the firewood soap box with 7788 props such as gongs, drums, violins and flutes, swinging all the way, making a thud sound from time to time; The girls are carrying their own clothes and hair accessories, singing and humming, and striding happily on the winding country road;

Everyone helped each other, holding hands and carrying shoes, stepping barefoot on the slippery "bridge core"-stone pier under the rushing water, carefully touching the river; Grab the branches and vines on the roadside and climb the mountain. ...

? Wherever I go, people are full of passion and enthusiasm. In some places, pigs and sheep are slaughtered to entertain guests.

Some mountain villages are poor and backward. Since Pangu began the world, there has been no stage, so we have to build it temporarily with wooden boards and cover it with several bamboo mats.

The girls walked on the uneven platform with small steps, trembling and dancing; I was talking and singing, but my heart was jumping around like a rabbit. I'm afraid of breaking my mouth and chewing mud to make a big joke, so my hands and feet are particularly timid and stiff.

Most desks in the school are put together at night. The conditions are very difficult.

Girls live in the back. The trouble is that the first door was locked and the key was taken to the county for a meeting by the captain. Everyone who goes in and out must jump in and out from the window sill without bolts (it should be to ventilate Xiaomi).

The mountain conditions are so bad, not to mention dozens of people coming at once. The two village cadres reluctantly spread out their hands and shook their heads and sighed, expressing regret, so they had to let everyone make do for one night.

? At night, the moon passes through the lotus-like clouds and the stars twinkle in the deep sky.

? The quiet mountain village is full of joy, gongs and drums are loud, and instrumental music is loud; Adults and children on the nearby mountains, standing or sitting, are watching the performance with joy, clapping and cheering for the actors' performances from time to time, showing a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

? Starlight overhead and faint moonlight, the actors performed attentively in the dim light of several steam lamps hanging precariously on the branches.

At nine o'clock, the performance ended smoothly. The actors lined up respectfully to take a curtain call to the audience, helped the logistics staff pack the props, wiped and washed a painted face, and then ate snacks. When they returned to the room, it was already 1 1 o. The girls are asleep.

The countryside in Shan Ye is very quiet. Slightly cool mountain breeze and rustle of flowers and trees, occasionally there are one or two birds singing in the distance, "Tonamiyama is more secluded", like a lullaby of nature. That night, the girls slept soundly and were speechless all night.

? But no one thought that a pre-dawn disaster was quietly approaching Joan. ...

The next morning, it was just dawn. Miss Joan wakes Zhen around her and goes to the toilet together. Disembarking, Joan, who followed, was afraid of waking Lao Zheng. She tiptoed around the grain pile, knelt on the windowsill, and flirted to the corridor outside. The scene happened to be caught by a well-informed man. He got up early, liked gossip and spread gossip.

What a coincidence! Where there is no wind, there will be waves! Over time, the rumor that "Joan jumped out of the director's room window" quickly spread among the male players.

Keep a promise, keep a promise!

One evening a few months later, a cousin of Joan's age couldn't help telling Joan the shocking secret quietly. Hearing this, Joan only felt that there was a bolt from the blue, which hit her heart like a heavy hammer and penetrated her heart like a sword. She was stunned, her mouth opened for a long time, and she couldn't say a word.

After a while, my cousin reminded me that I had come to my senses, shouted injustice and swore by heaven: "Absolutely-no-this-this kind of thing!" Ask the girls who go to the propaganda team and see what they say! "Then I told my cousin how to jump out of the window sill. Cousin was really shocked and took it with a grain of salt: "Is there such a coincidence in the world? "

? There are often such coincidences in the world. Joan's anecdote seems trivial, and these people often talk about it as gossip. When mystery is a joke, they don't think about the truth, but about each other's feelings. People who love rap don't know that "soft knife killing" is very harmful to the innocent parties.

After all, "jumping on the windowsill" is a sneaky incident of "dog meat is not on the plate" and should be condemned. The problem is that sometimes what you see with your own eyes is not necessarily the truth! People spread gossip and point fingers at people without saying anything. "beating people with gongs and drums", but people who stand up for things are arguing, is it unfair?

Society is such a kaleidoscope, and things happen from time to time for no reason. What can you do? Let's just say, whoever fucked it was unlucky.

Two generations of love said: "The most beautiful thing in the world is human tongue, and the most vicious thing in the world is human tongue."

Tongue has no bones. Don't look at the golden tongue, it is free and easy, but it can't carry a thousand pounds! Everyone talks, one person spits, and you drown alive!

Joan didn't ask her cousin if she went out to find someone else to verify and whether she passed on Joan's words to others. Because she knows that since the honest aunt who stays at home all day can hear it, many people must have heard it. My aunt went to say that defending herself is nothing more than playing the role of "there is no silver here" and can't stop the spread of such gossip. As the saying goes: "Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles."

Most people in the world are like this. I am very happy and eloquent when talking about others' right and wrong. When talking about other people's advantages and advantages, you stammer like toothpaste and are slow.

Especially about the ambiguous relationship between men and women, people often feel disgusted but relish it. Unless you gather thousands of people in the village and tell them in detail why you climbed the windowsill in front of a public audience, you have to bring a few companions to testify that it is a fake. This kind of action can't be done, not to mention Joan, who is usually timid and never dares to make a fuss in front of everyone. Can a girl of 16 years old stop this sudden disaster?

I just hope that the girls who didn't go to the show will say a fair word with their conscience after hearing it.

Joan later thought, can you blame Dong? The captain said, "That man lives downstairs." More than 20 people burst into the room like bees, picked up their luggage and found a place to lay sheets. What are you doing upstairs? How can you know the special situation upstairs without going upstairs? The inside and outside are connected, there are millet piled outside, the door is locked and there is no key to open the door, including Lao Zheng. Everyone must live upstairs ... Dong only knows that Zheng Yi is gay, and only knows that in the early morning, I saw you sneaking down from the windowsill like a thief ... According to common sense, every room has a door, so why jump out of the window? If not, what will happen? He just told what he saw with his own eyes, without embellishing it. Can you say that he made something out of nothing?

On the night of learning the news, in the dead of night, a scene flashed through Joan's troubled mind: one evening shortly after the dissolution of the propaganda team, while enjoying the cool air in front of the big house, several girls next door who were the same age as Joan and had been playing together since wearing open-backed pants formed a circle, and they didn't know what they were whispering. Then they leaned down, smiled and whispered. When Tan Xing came over, they stopped her head at once. She didn't care at all. Oh! This is what they are talking about.

Joan suddenly realized that she felt teased and insulted at the same time. Her heart was as painful as a sharp knife, as if a stream of blood had poured out. Tears of grievance flooded her neck and pillow. She kept licking the salty tears rolling down her cheeks with the tip of her tongue and staring at the faint Leng Yue pouring in from the Xiao Xuan curtains made of thin bamboo strips; The moonlight shines on the oval mirror above the dressing table opposite the bed, blinking at her like a ghost, which is chilling; A gust of chilly autumn wind blew in from the open funnel-shaped rear window, and the old gauze mosquito net fluttered gently. It is three or four o'clock in the morning, but she doesn't feel sleepy at all. She tossed and turned for fear of disturbing her sick mother. She held her arms pitifully like a grilled shrimp, curled up and pursed her lips until dawn. ...

In this long and painful night, her little heart really hurts. Crying silently to the night for countless times: "Why? Why is this happening! "

The next day, Joan's first reaction after calming down was to go to Zhen and Dong to ask about the situation and clarify the facts. But when I asked, they all went to work in the county town more than 60 miles away, and they didn't know where to live. Had to give up.

Since then, the fragile Joan has become more silent. The phrase "jump out of the window" followed her day and night like a ghost, and she couldn't get rid of it. I always feel that someone is pointing at her back and poking her where it hurts. I feel groggy on my head all day, with a gloomy face and emotional excitement;

Day after day, year after year, alone with trumped-up charges, silently under the spell-like spiritual shackles; I am in a trance all day, and I am forgetting things. Depression and insomnia are getting worse. You must take sleeping pills every night to get a good sleep.

Although she often regards Mr. Lu Xun's words as "looking at thousands of fingers coldly and bowing down as a willing ox." The foreigner Dante said, "Let them go and go their own way!" To encourage yourself to look forward bravely, but it's useless. I just calmed down for a while, and then my heart was blocked again. It's okay to fool around during the day, but it's difficult at night.

Although she is busy doing farm work with a bunch of girls in the field, and sometimes she goes to a nearby primary school to substitute for her class, these short-lived pleasures are only superficial, and everything feels boring. The stone in her heart almost crushed her.

197 1 seven years after graduating from junior high school and returning to her hometown, Joan finally took up her job in education.

The river of life, after crossing a swift canyon, finally entered a gentle river.

She finally ushered in the spring of life! Married and had a pair of beautiful and smart children. But after intense work, I will often think of that terrible past in the dead of night, and my heart will still ache faintly.

"Zhen, you know we girls must go through the windowsill. Did you hear the rumor? If you heard me, why didn't you defend me? Are you afraid of burning? "

"I didn't know it at first, but later, I came to the county seat ..." Jane mumbled something, and Joan, who was extremely angry, turned to the East and shouted:

"You bastard, let me say you what good! Why don't you ask me indiscriminately and slander me because of a pair of old eyes? Do you know how many nights I haven't slept well? I almost became a mental patient who went to a mental hospital, and I almost couldn't find my husband's family ... "

Joan was very sad. She vented her long-held words with runny nose and tears. Although Dong was red-faced and speechless, times have changed and everything seems to have become a fact. What can we do? They won't go door-to-door to explain it to you for a nobody.

Shakespeare said: "Rumors are flutes played by speculation, doubt and conjecture. It's so catchy that even countless heads and wavering people can play it casually. " "

Eyes, eyes, you can be an asshole sometimes!

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