中午同事随口问我“中国近来如何？”，不免给她讲了讲最近的陈光诚，不想又谈起了方孝孺的事。不免自己又想起了鲁迅先生说的那“吃人”二字，满纸皆是“吃人”啊。突然想起那天和朋友聊天，说起也许我该看看心理医生，也许这医生也能给我开那给张无忌小同学的药方“当归...独活”的药方？真的能独活么？你让一个没有根的草如何活呢？
"Each person's life is like a book; some people prefer to savor it slowly, while others like to gradually forget it. Looking back, I want to see if I can discern the trajectory of the world from my seemingly insignificant life. I am a child from the countryside, and perhaps most people cannot understand what my so-called countryside looks like. Indeed, the impressions of the countryside can be very different depending on the country, and moreover, more than 40 years have passed, during these 40 years of rapid development in China. A phrase suddenly comes to mind, 'I see him building tall buildings, I see him feasting, I see everything collapsing.' The place where I was born is a small town in the southwest of China, a town so small that it only has one street, and the widest part is only 3 meters. Paved with stone slabs, worn by many years of use, the slabs are not flat but rather filled with small bumps and hollows, yet strangely smooth. At the end of the street is a ...
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