Book Review on "Be Good, Touch Your Head"

Book Review on Good Boy, Touch Your Head: Part I

Before reading Mr. Da Bing's new book, I took out "They are the happiest" and read several articles. I still clearly remember the feeling when I was studying at that time, just like two unrelated people, one walking in the mountains and flowing water and telling those stories with time, and the other connected in a wonderful way in the secular world, watching each other's unpredictable lives.

I remember telling my mother the other day that I like two poems recently. If I don't mind my own business, this is a good time on earth. Mom pie pie, how can people mind their own business? Aren't people making trouble when they have nothing to do? I'm speechless.

This book is not about meddling, but everyone has an unknown story behind them, as if there were a routine. In those places, just pull out an innkeeper or waiter and sit down to eat meat and drink, and you will hear some stories, stories that you can't even think of.

The story is very good. It makes people grow up and understand many things. Teacher Da Bing may be a person who lives in a story, whether it is his own experience or his friend's past. He heard it, wrote it down, and was seen by thousands of readers. In my opinion, such a book? Including the last one? They are all valuable, and they are all about people.

We live in the city, and all we want all day is to have our own place. Fame and fortune is a superficial way to gain a sense of security, and mutual destruction with others is also a way to accompany us. In the final analysis, we hope to have a reason to live. People's struggle and busyness all hope to live well, but is the so-called success advocated by popular values the only criterion for living well?

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, busy. In a hurry, take a ride on the road. Staring at the mountain and crossing the river in a daze. I didn't think about the beautiful scenery along the way. When I got home, I still lived step by step.

Sometimes reading is in the evening, and the sunset glow is gradually swallowed up by the darkness, but there is a place in my heart that is faintly lit. Some people are gradually awake, perhaps awakened by the words in the book, and feel very fulfilled. It turns out that the stories are all around me. It turns out that my life is too easy.

I used to keep a lot of people in my heart, so I don't have to live by the past, especially when the pressure and responsibility of reality are getting heavier and heavier, and the stories that I have told are particularly humble and meaningless. So for many years, I put them in my heart and boiled them into a pot of tasteless memories.

However, with reading this book, many emotions and personnel that were deliberately avoided in the past began to poke around, which could not be suppressed and grew rapidly like vines. They remind themselves of their existence that some things have been in vain since they were given up, while others have turned a blind eye. The desire to speak is stronger than ever, which is the most direct feeling when I read Mr. Da Bing's new book again.

I remembered the winter and winter when I grew up together but never grew up and wandered and finally became a monk; I think of the girl who used to sleep in a bed and eat her mother's breast milk. I thought of Wang Yi, the mother whose forehead was bleeding from Dai Luoding in Wutai Mountain. I remembered the blind man who accompanied me on the road every night in Lijiang. I remembered the grandmother at the end of Xitang Hutong, who insisted on giving me a silver bracelet of "Losing Face". I remembered the musicians who gave me cigarettes in Dali and then taught me simple chords on the guitar. I remembered Mr. Mu who saved my life in Mohe but left forever because of the avalanche.

I thought of many people, people who will never meet again, because they all came back to life after reading this book. I think about it, and even caught a lot of feelings I didn't have before. I was shocked and happy inside. I am especially glad that I am not too far away from myself.

What is the life of Da Bing? Through the stories in the book, we can get a glimpse of heroism and chivalry. All kinds of Jianghu words you can think of are applicable here, but I always feel that there is a strong light of humanity behind these superficial things, and the root of this humanity lies in living with your heart and being kind to the origin of humanity.

In this world, there must be stories that we don't know, emotions that we can't understand, and strength and courage that we can't reach. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist. Just because you don't understand them doesn't mean others can't understand them. Some people are mediocre, some are free and easy, some are narrow-minded, and some are ambitious. Stop it, stop it.

I don't want to say whether there are readers who leave everything behind for the story in the book and then go back to the original point to deny the personnel in the book. In my opinion, be yourself and continue to do it in a down-to-earth manner. This book only tells you some other stories and some other lifestyles. If it arouses your desire to run away, that's good, but it's up to you to choose how to go your own way.

Da Bing said that the story I wrote has nothing to do with the life under your feet. He was just telling a story. Others have no obligation and responsibility to point fingers at your life. Don't misunderstand me. In the final analysis, there is no single way out in life, but don't turn life into a kind of self-protection.

However, we must practice in our own world. If we want to use this book as a textbook of life and try to find a definition from it, we will be disappointed. And how many times have we lived in a big city with a steel forest and mistaken sincerity for a sitcom?

Life tells us that some things are lucky and doomed to be lost. The future may be an illusion, and we will eventually face the imperfect reality. When you feel that life is too hard to continue, you might as well escape for a while, see the outside world and listen to other people's stories. Then, we go on with our lives.

When I was reading a spiritual work, I remembered a sentence: Zen requires a heartfelt life, asking not to be bound by norms and creating its own norms. It is appropriate to sum up this book in such a sentence.

In the postscript of the book, kindness is a gift and kindness is a choice. It is true that human nature is good, but evil has too many reasons to show its purpose and cover up the starting point of good. You choose something, you have to pay the due price for it, and this price, I call it? Life.

Those people in the book, including Mr. Da Bing, live from the heart. The so-called good, the so-called walk, are following the most essential things in the heart. If a person does something for some hypocritical purpose, it will inevitably fall short. Only by living for his heart like those people in the book will he gain rich experience.

And my own life, now that I think about it, is really too easy. Compared with the personnel in those books, it's nothing to mention. I once wrote a sentence: when people are alive, it is not fun if they are too easy. The great enlightenment in our life, what we call letting go and being indifferent, were all obtained after many storms. If you can't understand the feelings in the book for the time being, you can only say that you haven't experienced a lot of personnel for the time being. You can't understand, dear, you just live too easily.

Think about life before you do it. Life is like climbing a mountain, and life is like crossing a river, one step at a time, one step at a time, one song at a time.

Life is like this, judging merits and demerits, traveling alone in the wind and rain. You may wander in the world of mortals or wander in the wind. There is a saying that the most painful person in the world will never regret falling into the dust after a narrow escape.

May you know everything and say everything.

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Book Review on Good Boy, Touch Your Head: Part II

I just finished watching They Are the Happiest. At the moment, I am listening to Night in Ulaanbaatar sung by Da Bing, and suddenly I have a strong impulse to write something.

In 20 14 years, in order to encourage myself to read more books and satisfy my vanity, I recorded every book I read. After a year, I found that I had read many books, including 24 books, but I didn't remember much about the titles. 20 14 if I want to choose my favorite book, I think it must be "Be good, touch my head", and then my favorite author award will definitely be awarded to Da Bing.

I can't remember whether I first saw the book "Touch Your Head" in Dangdang or at the pirated bookstall in front of the canteen. I only remember that I felt funny when I saw the title, and I just laughed it off. One day in February of 20 14, 14, an unknown wechat user asked me for my address and said that he would send me a book. When I received this book, my first reaction was to laugh. 65438+February is my exam month. I was going to finish the last lesson before reading it, but one day I picked it up and flipped through it before taking a nap, and I couldn't get rid of it anymore. I finished reading it in less than three days. At that time, I said to almost everyone, "Be good, touch your head" is good. What kind of story is told in it? Almost all the topics can be dragged into that book by me. My roommate thinks I'm crazy about reading. When I mentioned it. Good boy, touch your head? They just said leave her alone. Of course, I also sent a circle of friends to share with more people, but fortunately I met a confidant. Then I'll have a chance to watch They Are Happiest. Because when I like a book, I have no habit of searching for information related to the author. Because in my mind, just because an author can write a good book doesn't mean that every book is a good book. I don't want to ruin my first good impression of him.

Let's get back to the point. Let's talk about the feeling after reading it. I once sent such a passage in a circle of friends: What do you like to see him write best? You can't make friends with no three no four people, so my friends are all stupid; What do you like most about him? Amitabha, what? Listening to him and his friends sing original folk songs will make me feel different. At that time, I just felt that the author was humorous and experienced, and I admired him for having such a group of free and lovely friends with personality and loyalty. A few days ago, I overheard Da Bing participate in the talk show of Netease Music Radio. He said he was just a porter of true stories, telling only stories. But I think he is actually being reasonable, but we just need to feel it ourselves.

One of the stories that touched me most in the book "Good boy, touch your head" is that "singers are not allowed to cry". When I read this article, I always feel my nose is very sour. I feel sorry for Amin's poor and ill-fated life, and also for his persistence in his dreams, his support by singing and his singing all his life. Also moved. In the face of reality, how many people give up their dreams for the so-called dignity and success, because they can't bear the difficulties and setbacks on the road to chasing dreams. I suddenly found sadly that I was worse than the latter, because I didn't know what my dream was and I didn't even have the qualification to give up. It seems that there is nothing I particularly like to eat since I was a child. Even if there is, it is only three minutes of heat. Suddenly I feel that I have been sorry for 20 years, and I have never met anything that can make me desperate. I hope this regret can be made up in my lifetime and not become a lifelong regret.

What I like best is the wandering of coconut girl. She and he know how to wait for each other, plant each other and pay each other. She and he love more than themselves. They guarded an ordinary love in the most ordinary way and stayed together, which became a little legend. Having a romantic love should be every girl's dream. But in this era when everything is about speed, even love has become a fast food. In this increasingly noisy and impetuous era, love has become a daily necessity for people to drive away loneliness. If they get tired of using it, they will change it. Love has become a shortcut for people to succeed, and when they see the future, they abandon being down and out. Like Coconut Girl and her, silently guarding each other 13 years of love, really beautiful like a fairy tale, people feel that even envy is a luxury. Not long ago, I read an article "Women should have the confidence to wait for pure love" on WeChat, which said: Whether you have confidence or not, true love is a small probability. Some people give up because of the low probability, and some people are still insisting. Of course, it is not necessarily a happy ending that persists, so we can only say "admit gambling and admit failure." Whether you can meet true love really depends on providence, but you can't just look at providence. ? I used to be afraid of loneliness because of depression, and I wanted to find someone to get rid of my addiction to love, but fortunately I didn't do so. This is irresponsible to others, and even more irresponsible to myself. I want to remain confident and wait for pure love like a coconut girl.

The most enviable thing about reading Da Bing's books is not only his rich life experience, his freedom, but also his sincere, loyal and like-minded brothers and friends. Milk coffee has a song called "The more you grow up, the more lonely you become." The older you get, the more people you know and the fewer friends you can make. When I fell down as a child, I cried directly when I met with setbacks, and my own adults would comfort us. Grown up, wronged and frustrated. Your parents are not around, and you are surrounded by friends who are busy with their own affairs with their heads down, but no one finds your eyes red. You tell your classmates that you failed in the exam, and they will be very excited to tell you that I am worse; You said I couldn't do this problem, but they didn't look up and said I couldn't either. You said I was in a bad mood, and they said while playing with their mobile phones, don't think too much; You ask, if I call you in the middle of the night, will you call me crazy? They said no, I'll accompany you. But every chat on WeChat is basically your own monologue. At this time, you can only shut up silently and lie in bed alone at night. Only the pillow knows your loneliness and fear. In fact, I seem to have a few good friends, but I have never tried to call them in the middle of the night, and I have never asked them to do something impulsive when I am in a bad mood, because I dare not disturb them or worry that others think I am too troublesome. Therefore, I also want to have a friend like Da Bing, who has nothing to blow, nothing to say, nothing to talk about ideals, nothing to talk about our favorite music, books and movies, or to go out crazy with me anytime and anywhere and sing loudly together, regardless of other people's eyes.

I also want to wander, but I still have too many worries. May those who live the life I want always be happy. Amitabha, what?

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Book Review of Good Boy, Touch Your Head: Part III

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there must be the end of the world. We are knights of the world, taking dreams as horses, and icing on the cake for our wonderful life in our own way. In this vat of life, we are all dyed in different colors, red, yellow, green and purple, with different postures and unique customs. If you are lonely, if you are bored, please believe. Remember, dreams are horses, and swords are everywhere.

The title of this book, Touch Your Head, is quite special. 12 The story book of the legendary story, the protagonist of which is the friend made by the author Da Bing after many years of travelling in the Jianghu. As can be seen from the author's resume, Da Bing is versatile and has many identities such as writer, host, folk singer, bar owner and old backpacker.

This book is easy to read. Da Bing is a storyteller and the reader is an audience. Looking at this little book under the white light, my thoughts are jumping up and down with those stories, which makes me feel very interesting. Wei Deming and the author's brother and sister are touching to read, not brother and sister, but better than brother and sister. The veteran's military career added a touch of magic to him personally-he participated in the war and experienced life and death. I have a bowl of wine to comfort the dust. In "Singers are not allowed to shed tears", Amin struggles with fate and insists on the spirit of singing her dreams, which will also make people moved. Our destiny is really in our own hands. The courage and persistence of those Ma Feng teenagers who sang "Broad Sky" will also make us feel the urge to return to youth.

In the postscript of the book, the author said: "I told 12 stories in this book, all of which were related to" goodwill "to some extent. I hope they can illuminate your current or obscure or confused life like stars and candles. Yes, the truth is, you have to go your own way. What kind of life depends on yourself, whether it is colorful or colorful, depends on how you draw. "