It writes about old trades but reflects today's people - After reading six chapters of "The Play Next Door", why do I say it is worth reading? A few days ago, a friend recommended a book to me called "The Play Next Door". He said, take a look, they are all about old jobs that no one wants to do - those who collect corpses, those who write letters of repentance, those who look after the law library, those who are in charge of books in the academy, those who correct calligraphy in the bookstore, and those who record piano music scores. I said, what's so good about this? He said, you will know just by looking at it. I watched it. After reading six chapters, I sat there without moving for a long time. I think of the words of Zhou Dasheng, the corpse collector at the execution ground: "What I wrap is a person, not a crime. When a person dies, his sins disappear, it should be dignified." I think of the words of Zheng Mingyi, the ghostwriter of the letter of repentance: "The regret is in the heart, not in the writing. If the heart does not regret, the more beautiful the writing, the more deceitful it is." I think of the words of Shen Bo'an, the caretaker of the Law Library: "What I guard against are silverfish, and what I protect is the foundation of the law." I think of the words of Lu Jing'an, the president of the academy: "Books are the public tools of the world, and they are the eyes of future generations. Don't indulge in the favor of the present." I think of the words of Tao Moqing, the bookstore's proofreader: "One wrong word may miss a person's life; one wrong word may distort the saints." I think of the words of Jiang Tingtao, the piano scorer: "What you make up is not the sound, but the silence of time." These words are like nails, nailed into my heart. What group of people is "The Play Next Door" about? It's those people who stand in the corner. Being a corpse collector at the execution ground is the dirtiest and most unlucky job, but he has been wiping each dead man's face and combing his hair with a piece of white cloth for forty years. No one saw it, no one knew it, no one thanked it. But he did. Why? Because he feels that when a person dies, his sins disappear and he should be given dignity. The person who wrote the letter of repentance stayed at the yamen gate for thirty-one years and set three rules: he must come in person, he must express his regret himself, and he must write as much as he says. Someone offered him a high price to write a "profound" letter of repentance, but he refused. Why? Because he knows that repentance is not written for others to read, but for yourself. A fake letter of repentance can deceive others, but not yourself. The person who looks after the law library has been guarding a pile of old books that no one has read for forty-three years, guarding against moths and drying them frequently, thus preserving the laws that may only be used once in a hundred years. The newcomers were slack, the books were moth-eaten, and key regulations were incomplete, resulting in a case without evidence. He completed the eighty-three words from memory, which were exactly the same as the original copy that he found later. Why? Because those books are the "fundamentals" and if the fundamentals are gone, the Fa will be gone. The bookkeeper of the academy has been keeping books for thirty-eight years with a stack of borrowed books. Some people scolded him for being unreasonable, while others thought he was too disciplined. But he held on. The new book is open to all, rare books are borrowed and defaced, an lone copy is lost, and an old scholar vomits blood and dies. He came back and re-established the rules, saying: "Books are the eyes of future generations." The proofreader of the bookstore takes half a month to proofread a book, and any doubts must be checked. The workshop owner found it too slow and replaced him with a rough editor. A batch of imperial examination books were full of typos, students failed, and the bookshop was destroyed. He silently picked up the broken page and said, "One wrong word can ruin a life." Faced with the incomplete ancient music score, the scorer carefully researched the ancient versions and carefully completed it. If you are not sure, you would rather leave it empty than make up for it. Colleagues fill it in at will, the composition is completed but the rhyme is lost. Above the elegant gathering, his ancient songs are vast and profound, while the casual ones are gorgeous but shallow. The piano player sighed: "What you are making up is not the sound, but the silence of time." What's so interesting about these people? Because what they do is work that we cannot see. We see the books, but we don't see the people who manage them. We see the law but not the people who protect it. We see the letter of repentance, but we cannot see the person who wrote the letter of repentance. We see dead people, but we don't see the people collecting the bodies. We can see the sound of the piano, but we can't see the person typing the music. We see the words in the book, but we cannot see the person who edited those words. They stand in the corners, in the shadows, out of sight of us. But it is them who keep the bottom line of this world. What the corpse collector maintains is the last respect for life. What the person who writes the letter of repentance maintains is the last insistence on sincerity. What the custodians of the law library guard is the final protection of the foundation. What the Academy Master maintains is the last reverence for knowledge. What the bookshop's proofreaders insist on is the final check on quality. What the scorer maintains is the final humility towards history. These people are all little people. But there is something big about these little people. What? Be serious. It's the kind of seriousness that's out of place, almost paranoid, and makes people think, "Why bother?" Zhou Dasheng wiped the dead man's face, no one saw him, but he did it for forty-three years. Zheng Mingyi did not write a letter of repentance for anyone, and there was no one to supervise him, but he kept it for thirty-one years. Shen Bo'an was on guard against silverfish, but no one checked, but he had been guarding against silverfish for forty-three years. No one praised Lu Jingan for keeping the pile of borrowing signatures, but he kept it for thirty-eight years. Tao Moqing had to read three books for each word he was correcting. No one forced him, but he had been correcting it for thirty-seven years. Jiang Tingtao would rather be empty in the face of incompleteness. No one understands him, but he has been empty all his life. These people are all "stupid". But in this era, what is lacking is this kind of "silliness". We are too smart. We are so flexible. We know how to save trouble. But if you save, you will lose some things. The work of collecting corpses is saved, and the dead lose their dignity. If the book of repentance is omitted, the human heart will become false. The treasury of the law is gone, it is completely gone. If the library is spared, the eyes of future generations will be blinded. If you miss the proofreading, one word mistake can ruin your life. Without playing music, the silence of the ancients would be filled with noise. "The Play Next Door" is about these "unavoidable" things. Why is it called "The Show Next Door"? I think it's because these stories all happened next door. Not on stage, not in the spotlight, not in the limelight. Right next door, right next to us, just in the corner where we can't see it. If you open the door and walk over, you can see it. But you never pushed through that door. This book is to open that door for you. Behind the door are the corpse collector, ghostwriter, treasury clerk, bookkeeper, collation worker, and score recorder. They were there, doing jobs that no one wanted to do, and observing rules that no one wanted to abide by. They kept silent, did not fight, did not complain, and did not complain. They just do, do, do. Once you do it, it lasts a lifetime. What can this book give us? A few mirrors, I think. Zhou Dasheng's white cloth reflects our attitude towards life. Zheng Mingyi's letter of repentance reflects our attitude towards sincerity. Shen Bo'an's library of laws reflects our attitude towards fundamentals. Lu Jing'an's borrowing signature reflects our attitude towards knowledge. Tao Moqing's proofs reflect our attitude towards quality. The vacancy of Jiang Tingtao reflects our attitude towards history. These mirrors reflect us. How we treat the dead is how we treat the living. How we treat repentance is how we treat ourselves. How we treat the fundamentals is how we treat the future. How we treat knowledge is how we treat future generations. How we treat quality is how we treat others. How we treat history is how we treat the present. This book is all about things from the old days. But as you read it, you will find that it is all about the present. Corpse collectors are disliked because we are dirty. Ghostwriters are laughed at because we are too slow. The custodians are ignored because we are old-fashioned. The scribe was scolded because we were too strict. The school manager was replaced because we were too quick. Music scorers are left out in the cold because we feel empty-headed. We dislike this thing and that thing, but what we dislike is exactly what we shouldn't dislike the most. Finally, I would like to recommend this book in one sentence: It is written about a group of small people in the old era, but what it illuminates is us in every era. Those collectors, ghostwriters, custodians, bookkeepers, collation workers, and score recorders, what things they guard - decency, sincerity, fundamentals, reverence, quality, humility - are we not lacking today? Which one do we dare to say "I have guarded"? This book is here to ask us this question. It asks softly, quietly, and makes you feel like you are just listening to a few stories from next door. But after you finished listening, closed the book, and lay on the bed, those words came to you. "What I cover is a person, not a crime." "Repentance is in my heart, not in writing." "What I guard against are moths, and what I protect is the foundation of the law." "Books are the eyes of future generations." "One wrong word can ruin a person's life." "What you make up is not the sound, but the silence of time." These words will run over and over in your heart. You may wonder, do I have the decency of a corpse collector? Do I have the sincerity of that ghostwriter? Do I have the awe of that custodian? Do I have the foresight to write a book? Do I have the responsibility of being a school nurse? Do I have the humility of the scorer? You may wonder, are those things that I find too dirty, too slow, too old, too strict, too slow, too empty, and too empty, exactly what I lack the most? You may think, what have I been keeping in my life? This is "The Play Next Door". It is not a book that tells you the answers. It is a question, a mirror, a story next door. Open that door and go in and take a look. Those people are waiting for you. Waiting for you to listen to their stories, waiting for you to look in those mirrors, waiting for you to think about those few questions. Wait until you ask yourself: What am I keeping? What did I hold on to? ——This is a question that this book leaves you alone.
It writes about old trades but reflects today's people - After reading six chapters of "The Play Next Door", why do I say it is worth reading? A few days ago, a friend recommended a book to me called "The Play Next Door". He said, take a look, they are all about old jobs that no one wants to do - those who collect corpses, those who write letters of repentance, those who look after the law library, those who are in charge of books in the academy, those who correct calligraphy in the bookstore, and those who record piano music scores. I said, what's so good about this? He said, you will know just by looking at it. I watched it. After reading six chapters, I sat there without moving for a long time. I think of the words of Zhou Dasheng, the corpse collector at the execution ground: "What I wrap is a person, not a crime. When a person dies, his sins disappear, it should be dignified." I think of the words of Zheng Mingyi, the ghostwriter of the letter of repentance: "The regret is in the heart, not in the writing. If the heart does not regret, the more beautiful the writing, the more deceitful it is." I think of the words of Shen Bo'an, the caretaker of the Law Library: "What I guard against are silverfish, and what I protect is the foundation of the law." I think of the words of Lu Jing'an, the president of the academy: "Books are the public tools of the world, and they are the eyes of future generations. Don't indulge in the favor of the present." I think of the words of Tao Moqing, the bookstore's proofreader: "One wrong word may miss a person's life; one wrong word may distort the saints." I think of the words of Jiang Tingtao, the piano scorer: "What you make up is not the sound, but the silence of time." These words are like nails, nailed into my heart. What group of people is "The Play Next Door" about? It's those people who stand in the corner. Being a corpse collector at the execution ground is the dirtiest and most unlucky job, but he has been wiping each dead man's face and combing his hair with a piece of white cloth for forty years. No one saw it, no one knew it, no one thanked it. But he did. Why? Because he feels that when a person dies, his sins disappear and he should be given dignity. The person who wrote the letter of repentance stayed at the yamen gate for thirty-one years and set three rules: he must come in person, he must express his regrets himself, and he must write as much as he says. Someone offered him a high price to write a "profound" letter of repentance, but he refused. Why? Because he knows that repentance is not written for others to see, but for yourself. A fake letter of repentance can deceive others, but not yourself. The person who looks after the law library has been guarding a pile of old books that no one has read for forty-three years, guarding against moths and drying them frequently, thus preserving the laws that may only be used once in a hundred years. The newcomers were slack, the books were moth-eaten, and key regulations were incomplete, resulting in a case without evidence. He completed the eighty-three words from memory, which were exactly the same as the original copy that he found later. Why? Because those books are the "fundamentals" and if the fundamentals are gone, the Fa will be gone. The bookkeeper of the academy has been guarding books for thirty-eight years with a stack of borrowed books. Some people scolded him for being unreasonable, while others thought he was too disciplined. But he held on. The new book is open to all, rare books are borrowed and defaced, an lone copy is lost, and an old scholar vomits blood and dies. He came back and re-established the rules, saying: "Books are the eyes of future generations." The proofreader of the bookstore takes half a month to proofread a book, and any doubts must be checked. The workshop owner found it too slow and replaced him with a rough editor. A batch of imperial examination books were full of typos, students failed, and the bookshop was destroyed. He silently picked up the broken page and said, "One wrong word can ruin a life." Faced with the incomplete ancient music score, the scorer carefully researched the ancient versions and carefully completed it. If you are not sure, you would rather leave it empty than make up for it. Colleagues fill it in at will, the composition is completed but the rhyme is lost. Above the elegant gathering, his ancient songs are vast and profound, while the casual ones are gorgeous but shallow. The piano player sighed: "What you are making up is not the sound, but the silence of time." What's so interesting about these people? Because what they do is work that we cannot see. We see the books, but we don't see the people who manage them. We see the law but not the people who protect it. We see the letter of repentance, but we cannot see the person who wrote the letter of repentance. We see dead people, but we don't see the people collecting the bodies. We can see the sound of the piano, but we can't see the person typing the music. We see the words in the book, but we cannot see the person who edited those words. They stand in the corners, in the shadows, out of sight of us. But it is them who keep the bottom line of this world. What the corpse collector maintains is the last respect for life. What the person who writes the letter of repentance maintains is the last insistence on sincerity. What the custodians of the law library guard is the final protection of the foundation. What the Academy Master maintains is the last reverence for knowledge. What the bookshop's proofreaders insist on is the final check on quality. What the scorer maintains is the final humility towards history. These people are all little people. But there is something big about these little people. What? Be serious. It's the kind of seriousness that's out of place, almost paranoid, and makes people think, "Why bother?" Zhou Dasheng wiped the dead man's face, no one saw him, but he did it for forty-three years. Zheng Mingyi did not write a letter of repentance for anyone, and there was no one to supervise him, but he kept it for thirty-one years. Shen Bo'an was on guard against silverfish, but no one checked, but he had been guarding against silverfish for forty-three years. No one praised Lu Jingan for keeping the pile of borrowing signatures, but he kept it for thirty-eight years. Tao Moqing had to read three books for each word he was correcting. No one forced him, but he had been correcting it for thirty-seven years. Jiang Tingtao would rather be empty in the face of incompleteness. No one understands him, but he has been empty all his life. These people are all "stupid". But in this era, what is lacking is this kind of "silliness". We are too smart. We are so flexible. We know how to save trouble. But if you save, you will lose some things. The work of collecting corpses is saved, and the dead lose their dignity. If the book of repentance is omitted, the human heart will become false. The treasury of the law is gone, it is completely gone. If the library is spared, the eyes of future generations will be blinded. If you miss the proofreading, one word mistake can ruin your life. Without playing music, the silence of the ancients would be filled with noise. "The Play Next Door" is about these "unavoidable" things. Why is it called "The Show Next Door"? I think it's because these stories all happened next door. Not on stage, not in the spotlight, not in the limelight. Right next door, right next to us, just in the corner where we can't see it. If you open the door and walk over, you can see it. But you never pushed through that door. This book is to open that door for you. Behind the door are the corpse collector, ghostwriter, treasury clerk, bookkeeper, collation worker, and score recorder. They were there, doing jobs that no one wanted to do, and observing rules that no one wanted to abide by. They kept silent, did not fight, did not complain, and did not complain. They just do, do, do. Once you do it, it lasts a lifetime. What can this book give us? A few mirrors, I think. Zhou Dasheng's white cloth reflects our attitude towards life. Zheng Mingyi's letter of repentance reflects our attitude towards sincerity. Shen Bo'an's library of laws reflects our attitude towards fundamentals. Lu Jing'an's borrowing signature reflects our attitude towards knowledge. Tao Moqing's proofs reflect our attitude towards quality. The vacancy of Jiang Tingtao reflects our attitude towards history. These mirrors reflect us. How we treat the dead is how we treat the living. How we treat repentance is how we treat ourselves. How we treat the fundamentals is how we treat the future. How we treat knowledge is how we treat future generations. How we treat quality is how we treat others. How we treat history is how we treat the present. This book is all about things from the old days. But as you read it, you will find that it is all about the present. Corpse collectors are disliked because we are dirty. Ghostwriters are laughed at because we are too slow. The custodians are ignored because we are old-fashioned. The scribe was scolded because we were too strict. The school manager was replaced because we were too quick. Music scorers are left out in the cold because we feel empty-headed. We dislike this thing and that thing, but what we dislike is exactly what we shouldn't dislike the most. Finally, I would like to recommend this book in one sentence: It is written about a group of small people in the old era, but what it illuminates is us in every era. Those collectors, ghostwriters, custodians, bookkeepers, collation workers, and score recorders, what things they guard - decency, sincerity, fundamentals, reverence, quality, humility - are we not lacking today? Which one do we dare to say "I have guarded"? This book is here to ask us this question. It asks softly, quietly, and makes you feel like you are just listening to a few stories from next door. But after you finished listening, closed the book, and lay on the bed, those words came to you. "What I cover is a person, not a crime." "Repentance is in my heart, not in writing." "What I guard against are moths, and what I protect is the foundation of the law." "Books are the eyes of future generations." "One wrong word can ruin a person's life." "What you make up is not the sound, but the silence of time." These words will run over and over in your heart. You may wonder, do I have the decency of a corpse collector? Do I have the sincerity of that ghostwriter? Do I have the awe of that custodian? Do I have the foresight to write a book? Do I have the responsibility of being a school nurse? Do I have the humility of the scorer? You may wonder, are those things that I find too dirty, too slow, too old, too strict, too slow, too empty, and too empty, exactly what I lack the most? You may think, what have I been keeping in my life? This is "The Play Next Door". It is not a book that tells you the answers. It is a question, a mirror, a story next door. Open that door and go in and take a look. Those people are waiting for you. Waiting for you to listen to their stories, waiting for you to look in those mirrors, waiting for you to think about those few questions. Wait until you ask yourself: What am I keeping? What did I hold on to? ——This is a question that this book leaves you alone.
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The third part is an ancient romance. The heroine is a general. She slowly grows up and changes other people's opinions. The sentence "Yusha people, come and clear the obstacles for our leader, Bai Huang, to become a god..." I can't hold back my tears.
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