Qi Jinggong loves his son, pretending to be a cow, and letting his son lead him. His son fell and broke Gong Jing's front teeth.
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Martyr Keng Qi Jinggong Ruziniu
In short, it was fifteen or sixteen years ago, and I forgot whether it was early spring or late autumn. In a word, it's terribly cold. Sitting on the open-air corn stalk bundle in the school bus hopper, since there are corn stalks, it should be the bleak late autumn. We visited Liema Pit in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the ancient capital of Qi, which is very famous in the Jianghu.
"The car is upside down, Ma Xiaoxiao", no, this is the voice in Tang poetry, which should be "Vujacic A?vagho?a, long and smooth". The neighing is like a tide, the hoof wind is flying, and the ice in autumn and winter is smashed into mud in spring and summer. In the clear sky and haze, the military flag is hunting or heavy, the armor is dripping with the blood of the enemy, the war is filled with one day, the iron gate is open, and the sculptures flash ... The sound and painting in the Book of Songs can only be compared with it.
"The Analects of Confucius Ji's" says: "Qi Jinggong has a thousand horses, and on the day of his death, the people are called unscrupulous." 4,000 horses and 1,000 chariots are imposing, but after death, people can't think of any good qualities to praise Gong Jing. It seems that you are either rich or expensive, as long as you have power and influence. If you want to keep a good reputation, even the king can't. -word of mouth is in people's hearts. No matter how fat a horse and beautiful a car are, they can't help the people of China!
Therefore, the impression left by the jagged bones in the martyrdom pit has vanished with the cold wind on the truck, but I still can't forget Qi Jinggong, because he left a warm and vivid allusion outside the cold bones.
"bow your head a thousand fingers, bow your head and be a willing ox." This couplet in Lu Xun's poem "Self-mockery" is a bible familiar to our generation of scholars. I'm so familiar with it that I'm afraid I don't know the publication of Cowboy, which is considered as a failure in Chinese. However, if you ask: Martyrs' Pit, Qi Jinggong, what does it have to do with cattle? I'm afraid not everyone dares to draw an equal sign.
"Zuo Zhuan mourns for six years" says: "Do women forget that you are a willing ox and break its teeth?" Du noticed in advance, "You are a good boy, and you have tea. Gong Jing tasted it and said, "The rope is a cow, so tea leads to it, so he broke his tooth." At home, in front of his son, Gong Jing is really a simple and honest old cow. It's stupid enough for my son to play with him like a cow, let alone bite the rope so tightly and seriously. Won't you open your mouth and loosen the rope when your son falls? But in any case, I can't open my mouth: First, I am worried that my son has run away from the cow and the life is not good; Second, pulling a cart without looking up at the road is the old cow's consistent style, and it is too late to open his mouth when he feels danger; Third, even if I saw in advance that my son would fall, I still couldn't talk. As a father, I hate that I can't get my son back at this time. How can I ask to send him down? With these three things, there can only be one inevitable result: that is, "the dog's teeth are missing" in Lu Xun's "From Baicaoyuan to Santan Yinyue".
It is said that Mozi, a carpenter, has a wonderful skill. If you make a wooden kite, you can really "fly against the sky". It's a pity that Qi Jinggong was born early and couldn't catch up with Mozi's time to get a game toy for his son, so he had to serve as a toy for his son. Things have changed. Today, children's toys are riddled with holes, and adults' games are beautiful. Every holiday or night, children play with children, adults play with adults, rivers have nothing to do, and emotions are difficult to communicate. Within the city wall, it seems to be in full swing, but in fact it is quite different. Don't talk about being a cow for children. The winter before last, my little girl and I made some rolls in the snow. Don't expect others to understand. I'm afraid I'll be dubbed "the second week". It seems that in order to comfort our generation of scholars' nostalgia for the past, we have to tell charlatans the story of "a willing ox" and let them learn a simple method of tooth extraction. But charlatans may not be willing to learn, so, don't they all become the turtle sons of patients?
It is said that the development and utilization of ancient Qi culture were very popular in Qi. When publicizing the glorious history of Qi, both the martyrdom pit and the chariot pavilion gave people a bloody sense of dizziness and a cold rumble, as if the ancestors of Qi only knew fighting and melee. In fact, in addition to what's going on in the world, ancient Qi people also knew how to enjoy family happiness and family happiness, even the monarch was no exception. Therefore, I suggest that a statue of "willing cow" be erected in the square in front of the martyrs' pit to tell future generations of Chinese and foreign tourists that Qi Jinggong not only likes to be a martyr for horses, but also likes to be a cow for his son. Compared with the martyrdom pit, the significance of this sculpture may be longer and deeper. Perhaps the wise man has already won my heart, and such a sculpture has also been set up, but I am ignorant. Then when I arrive in Qidu, I not only want to thank Qi people for their insensitivity, but also shout again: "It's not too fast!" "If someone buys me a drink, I would also suggest that Lu Xun's poem be engraved on the pedestal of the sculpture:-it's not" bow down and be a willing ox ",but a spell-"Ruthlessness may not be a real hero, but Reiko Kobayakawa is not a husband. "
Jian Jiang, a Gucci man, asked me to write something for the publication of Gucci, so I frowned, gritted my teeth and spent four or five hours shirtless before squeezing out this shoddy composition. Nicotine absorbed more than half a box, and teeth gradually turned yellow. Fortunately, cigarettes are not rope, so I didn't pull out of the dog hole. Even the prime minister disdains to drill such a hole, so I can't say goodbye to Qi people.
Tomorrow is two minutes away. It was dark outside the window, with sporadic rain. Jiang's publications are academic. Although my wild fox Zen is "ignorant of my thoughts", Jiang's evaluation of me is probably "Brother, you are wrong".
On July 3, 2003, at 0: 001day, I played in the Moon Building in Zichuan.