South China Sea Myth

--The myths and stories are full of magical fantasies, which make the wishes of the primitive laborers and the growth and change of all things in the world be overshadowed by a strange layer of youth. The images of gods in mythology, most of which have superhuman powers, are idealized by the knowledge and aspirations of primitive humans, who are imagined according to their own image, production conditions, and understanding of natural forces.

When I was a child, I loved to read myths and legends, and I envied the gods who could fly in the sky and walk on the bottom of the sea. My life began in the myth of a sparrow, my father was a devout Catholic, a teacher in a church school. My family lives near a Catholic church. When I was in elementary school, I often went to the priest's or nun's house to play, and the priest told me Bible stories, and the nuns also loved to tell me love myths, and Mrs. Chen was a nun who used to be a primary school teacher, and she often told me the legends and stories of the Bible, classical Chinese love myths and legends, and "The Legend of the White Snake" was what she told me, and later, I watched the movies and comic books of "Journey to the West". I like to revel in myself with myths and legends.

Mythical fools in elementary school

I started attending a church-run elementary school at the age of seven, and my mother described me as "a grinder can't hold out a fart." When I talk occasionally, I have to let others guess well for a long time, because what I say is as incomplete as half a fritter, and it confuses the listener. The neighbor called the fat man smart, he could understand the meaning of what I was saying, and accurately translated half of my words. For example, my neighbor Brother Guoshu asked me, "Stone, do you still have classes in the afternoon?"

I said, "I had four classes in the morning." He was confused: I don't want you to say morning, but afternoon. I shook my head. The fat man began to translate: he said that there were four classes in the morning and no classes in the afternoon. My eyes looked at the fat man without turning, and I wanted to say: Fat man, you are so smart and know what I mean.

It could be that my actions look a bit demented, my speech is too short, I can't speak, and someone calls me a fool. Don't look at me as a talker, I can tell a few simple mythological stories. Maybe my neighbors saw me stupid and only told a few old mythological stories, so they called me a mythological fool.

I remember that as soon as I stepped into the school gate, some neighbors and classmates shouted: "The mythical fool has come to school." Walking on the road, someone spanked me and said, mythical fools don't go faster. All I had to do was cover my red ass with my bag. Back at home, there were still people shouting: The mythical fool has come home. There are many more embarrassing things. I signed up for the long jump competition organized by the school, and when it was my turn to jump, I used my strength to break the strap on my pants, and my pants came off at once, revealing my bare buttocks, which caused people to laugh.

There are more and more people in my classmates who call me a fool. Nicknames are also contagious, and it's not surprising that my classmates at school call me a mythical fool, and my neighbors call me a mythical fool. The most embarrassing thing for me was my elementary school classmate Wei Baowei, who called me a mythical fool when I went to the toilet, and sometimes, I kicked in the toilet and couldn't pull anything out for a long time. Of course, I also pity him, because, later, he joined the army, in the engineering corps. He was crouching in a makeshift latrine made of thatch, and the debris from the mountain flew over, passed through the roof of the latrine, and hit him in the head. I think if he doesn't die, we can be friends. A few of my classmates who scolded me back then are now friends with me.

Once, when I was called to wrestle with a young man who was half a head taller than me, I didn't know how to wrestle, so I grabbed the young man so hard that he had his feet in the air, and I threw him to the ground. Everyone called out, as if to praise me, and you know how they praised: the mythical fool of dog day, how stupid it is.

At that time, we used to use wire and rubber bands to make sparrow guns, also called slingshots. I remember that after making the slingshot, I didn't shoot the sparrow right away, but I shot myself in the nose. When my neighbor saw the sparrow gun in my hand, he said, "We plan to set up an army, and I am the commander, do you want to be the commander of the army or the commander of the division?" Of course, there is one condition.

I immediately asked: First of all, do you say that the army commander is still the division commander. He said to me: Of course, the military commander. I asked: What are your conditions? He smiled and said: Look if you are brave or not.

I immediately stated: I must be brave. He shook his head and said, "No, can you let me shoot you in the nose with a slingshot?"

He picked up my bullet and pointed it to my nose, and I closed my eyes. As a result, my nose was hit head-on, and I screamed in pain, and tears flowed out along with my nosebleed. He smiled and said: Don't cry, you are now a military commander. I wiped the tears, snot and nosebleeds from my face with one hand, and the duck died, with a hard mouth, and shouted: Who cried? Fight, keep fighting.

When I was a child, I was beaten for an empty title, but I was not afraid of being beaten. This shows that fame and title have an inspiring effect on people. Thinking about now, why are some people not afraid of death, knowing that they dare to sacrifice to die. It's all for fame, titles. Further, for the faith, for the reputation, for the ideal. Of course, once there is a crisis of faith, or if the faith pursued is not righteous, people are in danger. The people who create terror, they tie explosives to their bodies to create terror, they must have their own beliefs, but their beliefs are against the will of mankind.

My mother noticed a big scar on my nose and asked me, "What is your nose?" and I replied: They said that if you want to be a military commander, you have to be brave enough to be beaten with a slingshot. When my mother heard this, she was so angry that she scolded: You are such a fool.