I believe that everyone has his own mother tongue, which is not easy to understand. Another memory mode will become very strange in the gene body, because the mother tongue has a difficult meaning to individuals, and we often unconsciously disrespect other people’s mother tongue.
I’ve been reading Xia Man Ranbo Anta recently, a Dawu nationality in Lanyu with more than 2,000 people left, trying hard to find his mother tongue, but this language has disappeared since the Japanese occupation. When other people can speak Minnan Mandarin but can’t speak Dawu, what will the sadness brought by their mother tongue mean to his production and life? I read his award-winning novel, Wave Memory, over and over again, and wrote that his father was squatting at the seaside of Lanyu in his teens, and he said that his father was at a very low sunset.
He writes Chinese characters, but as we know, Chinese will not get old and will die. Sherman Rambo ‘an does not have these words, but has a special language mode of understanding and understanding.
Communication end
We can redefine language as an accurate and misleading tool language similar to the western symbolic method, that is, a double-edged sword is a paradox, on the one hand, it creates obstacles to reaching, and on the other hand, the best way is to create ambiguity in language accuracy.
This ambiguity is like when you draw a lot in the temple when you are in a daze. You hope that this sign will tell you whether you should continue to invest or not, but the sign will never tell you whether you should or not, but give you an ambiguous answer.
I managed to make a metal craft by myself. I wanted to shop and was afraid of blood, so I went to the temple and asked for a sign saying that Yong Dong sold his body to bury his father. It was a terrible situation when he finished thinking about it. He came to tell me about it. I found it interesting because Yong Dong had no money to bury his father, so he knelt down in the street and wanted to sell himself. Later, he was moved by the Seven Fairys and lived like a fairy. So is this sign good or not?
That’s the ambiguity of language. It can be explained in one way or another, which is both accurate and misleading.
Let’s talk about going back to the tongue test. The dead parrot is a novel with no ending.
After returning to China, Lu Xiang often ran to the street to further understand that a tongue may be complicated in people while conducting a paper on his tongue in China.
He was a little surprised that the muscles two centimeters wide in the left eye area of pedestrians in the street expanded rapidly, and in just a few weeks, they had risen to the grave and turned into sauce red, which was not difficult for the naked eye to detect.
Lv Xiang was a little uneasy. He remembered the tone when he was rehabilitated and praised him for his work. He also remembered whether he had left the seminar in Chicago or not. He became a little nervous and walked on Dong’ an Street. A person came over and asked for directions. Lv Xiang jumped away like a ghost.
He made a perfunctory report at the Beijing Academy of Sciences, and did not reveal the slightest inspiration he got from Professor Marizbek, who is currently conducting research.
He hurried back to Hunan and watched the pedestrians on the street corner alone
Lu Xiang’s strange behavior naturally aroused people’s discussion, echoing a group culture law to tolerate a maverick because they guessed that he had incurable AIDS.
The women in the village said that Lu Xiang had made a trip to the United States because she was single for a long time, and she played with a prostitute who was infected with incurable AIDS in a hotel. The initial symptom of AIDS was to see people in the street and infect the weak.
We don’t know whether this is the case, but no one dares to approach Lu Xiang and point at him from a distance. This is a common phenomenon in group culture and an example of the power of language, which is great enough to melt metal.
In fact, Lu Xiang was sober-minded. After he returned to his hometown from Beijing, he always remembered that the left eye of the Chinese people was gradually grave and red with sauce. He couldn’t concentrate on continuing the research on the evolution of women in the tongue. Once he heard that a delegation of Taiwan Province compatriots had come to the village, he followed everyone to see the people in the village. Because he was afraid of being infected with AIDS, Lu Xiang swaggered to the front of the bus of the delegation to see Lu Xiang’s important visit in Taiwan Province. Therefore, Gao Qian immediately shook the small three-pointed flag of the delegation of Taiwan Province compatriots and quickly shook hands with Comrade Lu Xiang.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiang shouted and looked at the Taiwan Province compatriot’s left eye. In a short time, Lu Xiang fell to the ground and fainted. He died at the age of 53 when he was sent to hospital.
I don’t know if this is the end.
After Lu Xiang’s death, she kept her white hair. Every night, my mother held a pure steel broadsword and chopped it on the chopping board. When I was a child, I did see my neighbor do this. My mother said that she was evoking spirits. I’m not sure I remember it, so I wrote it as Lu Xiang’s mother chopping and cursing. It is said that this is a way to summon the dead in Hunan.
I feel a little sad when I write here. I often feel that writing a novel is like playing a puppet show behind the scenes, and I feel funny when I play several roles.
I feel sad, but when I write here, I will think whether Lu Xiang’s mother is ignorant or moving. In fact, I can’t tell the difference. I think that when I was a child, the local customs were very naive. For Lu Xiang’s mother, her only son died. Her son passed through the Cultural Revolution and came back from the United States, but the villagers said that she had AIDS and died inexplicably. She had to desperately wave that pure steel broadsword. What she was chopping was left to read and fill in.
At last, the story has an end, saying it is the end, not a fable.
Lu Xiang’s manuscript was also found through the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles. However, a few crosses were of little research value, so it was published as a manuscript in an online newspaper that was not read by many people in order to commemorate it.
Textual research on the tongue of Comrade Lu Xiang’s manuscript
After 5 thousand years of continuous depravity, this race was finally punished, cursed by the gods and met with bad luck
Bad luck comes from women talking like women and men.
I want to say that it is a kind of language loneliness. When language is not communicative, language can communicate. It may be like an article "Loneliness is not loneliness". When you are afraid of loneliness and are driven by loneliness, it is the loneliest time. Similarly, when language is not communicative, that is, language is no longer a habitual pattern, but a sound carries different ideas.
Volume 3 Revolutionary Loneliness 1
In the 1990s, the Wild Lily Games was held in full swing in Taipei. Many people should still remember that at that time, a large number of Taipei buses living in Manzhong Memorial Hall expressed their enthusiastic desire for social reform.
The idea of "luck" was unthinkable in my life, that is, during the martial law period in Taiwan Province. This idea never continued in my mind. I always felt that life, strikes, demonstrations and sports were the same as a scourge until I went to Paris for help.
Many people know that there was a health movement in Paris in 1996, which was called the May Revolution. At that time, the health led the French workers to encircle the government and made Paris a sports department, which would have a great impact.
When I was studying in Paris, no matter the professors of any subject, especially humanities, politics, literature and beauty, it would become an important watershed in class for six years. Six years ago, France was a conservative and unified country, and six years later, it was an innovative and avant-garde country that could accept all kinds of views.
Paris Games shock
I arrived in Paris in 1972, four years after the May wave, and the luck was still not over. Occasionally, during class, I suddenly heard a bang on the floor, and the teacher was about to evacuate immediately, and then I saw a stretcher lying with blood on it and being taken to the hospital.
The violence combined with the fear of those of us who were born in Taiwan Province seems to be a political riot
I remember that some young teachers or seniors will lead students to sit in the park or campus to discuss the strike when they launch it. Because of discussing the current political measures, everyone will express their views. I must admit that these discussions have changed my views on sports.
During the period of martial law after the war, Taiwan Province didn’t have a chance to know about the protest movement. In the martial law, it was stipulated that there should be no strike or strike. It was a huge impact on me in France, and this impact involved a question: democracy comes from everyone’s personal opinions on the cultural environment of the political society. Should he express his opinions in a favorable or qualified way?
Because Taiwan Province was born in a relatively closed meeting in France, there is a polarized reaction to the Games. One is that he is very afraid to participate and dare not touch it after the Games. I remember that when my friend who studied in France returned to Taiwan Province to take up high-level government jobs, we would laugh when we talked privately. He stayed in Paris for several years and got a doctorate. He knew a subway route, that is, he knew nothing else from home to school. He represented a mood in Taiwan Province at that time. I studied my major well and I didn’t care about other irrelevant things.
I belong to another kind, because I am a humanistic person and I am very interested in cultural quality, so I will be curious about the feeling of staying out of a certain fear of political movements.
Since I was a child, my parents often told me that you can touch anything but politics. I think many friends have been warned by their parents because Taiwan Province experienced the era of white terror and personally associated politics with a chilling ending. At that time, I thought, I can rest assured that I draw, I write and I write politics.
However, I still vaguely feel that something is happening around me.
Great spiritual shock