pain. The kind of coldness that seeps from the seams in the bones.
Sometimes, when I look at my phone, I will see Monkey King and Lin Daiyu who have been completely transformed by AI, with millions of likes. At this time, I suddenly think of what my grandma told me when I was a child, about the monkey who humbled himself to borrow a fan, and the miserable man who buried flowers under the moonlight. Now, they are put into the cyber world, like a funny clown.
This is not culture, this is making faces for our ancestors.
What have we lost?
There is a feeling that it presents a rather peculiar state. When walking on the street, all you see are young women wearing Hanfu. However, when you get closer and listen, they are talking about which milk tea tastes better and which filter to use when taking photos to make your skin whiter. The clothes fit the bill, but where is the soul? The soul is left in the photo studio.
On the day of the Western Festival, the price of roses is higher than that of vegetables. But what about Chinese Valentine’s Day? How many young people can tell a story like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in its entirety? All that's left are the discount banners put up by merchants and the ironic phrase "Chinese Valentine's Day."
Who stole our culture?
It is indeed true to say that the wind coming from the West was extremely strong and strong, and it completely shattered our confidence from the moment the artillery fire broke out when the Opium War broke out.
However, what about ourselves? In order to obtain money, during the Dragon Boat Festival, only rice dumpling gift boxes are left, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, only mooncake coupons are left. Businessmen are extremely good at "cultural fraud", hollowing out festivals and filling them with profits.
What’s even more frightening is that we seem to be used to plagiarism and copycats.
After copying Japanese and Korean movies, variety shows, and games, I started copying European and American ones. This is the largest cultural "counterfeit market" in the world. It is not unfair to hold this hat on my head. Even the poems, lyrics, songs, poems, traditional Chinese medicine, abacus and other good things left by our ancestors are almost no one. However, the "TOEFL" class has already been crowded.
Are those who “save culture” harming it?
How ironic.
On the one hand, no one cares about traditional skills, and experienced craftsmen can only sigh helplessly when facing an empty audience. On the other hand, there is the so-called "Hanfu movement", where people dressed as if they just ran out of a costume drama filming location are walking on the street, and they feel as if they are performing a performance in their hearts.
This is not called inheritance, this is called cosplay.
Others regard traditional culture as a basket and put everything in it. It's like putting on a long gown, reciting a few sentences, and trying to return to the imaginary golden age. Wake up, the Qing Dynasty has perished. The real cultural renaissance does not require us to go back to live in caves.
What do we want?
They always say that we need to innovate and go global.
What can be taken out is either Kung Fu Panda that foreigners cannot understand, or things that people have played with for a long time and are no longer new. Our country's film and television, as well as music and animation, are far behind neighboring South Korea, and there is still competition for the meager channel resources in the country.
Perhaps, we were too hasty. In a hurry to prove oneself, in a hurry to obtain money, in a hurry to export, however, one forgets to stop and ask:
Do we ourselves really like this thing now?
The real fire is in the cracks
Yesterday on the subway, I saw a child holding a copy of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and reading it.
His mother asked him if he could understand? He said there were monsters inside, much more powerful than Ultraman.
At that moment, I seemed to see a light.
Is that a crisis? That's right, it's a crisis. An unprecedented crisis. However, what culture is least afraid of is desperate situations. After five thousand years, it has been almost extinct many times, but it has survived until now?
What we are afraid of is not the foreign monks who will chant sutras, but what we are afraid of, so we kneel down first.
What is worrying is not the phenomenon of young people wearing Hanfu itself. What is disturbing is that the Hanfu they wear has a soulless appearance inside the grid. Once the breeze blows over, it disappears like a phantom.
Ultimately, the key to this crisis lies in whether our generation has the ability to steadily catch those things that are truly excellent and then pass them on.
If it cannot be passed on, then we will become the kind of historical sinners who can only watch an already existing civilization die in our hands.
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