Professor Chang Sheng Sheng'S Inner Confession: Why Do I Polish Shoes?

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In December 26th, the Yangzhou Evening News published the "shoe polishing" on the street by Professor Yang, focusing on the focal point.

More than 100 websites such as Guangzhou daily, Strait Metropolis Daily, and people's network, Xinhua net and Sohu net have been reprinted.

Netizens in the country have also commented on the news. Some people praised him as "a journey of dignity" in the streets, while others wore him a "show show" and "grandstanding" hat.

Chang Sheng Sheng's home phone is also constantly ringing, calling for interviews from all over the country.

Originally wanted to seek peace of mind through amateur shoeshine, but it was pushed to the cusp of public opinion, and became the focus of news in the country, which made it more difficult to be seen again, and it was also "overburdened".

So there is this confession book.

"I have declined the requests of many media interviews, hoping only to return to a quiet life.

I want to write a confession book to the Yangzhou evening news and tell me what I really think in my heart.

Chang Zai Sheng said.

Three days ago, a friend of mine sent me a message saying, "brother, you have made trouble!

You type "shoe polish" at Baidu, you can see for yourself.

I went home and turned on my computer.

I know that I have no alternative but to be pushed back to the opposite side by the tide of information explosion.

There are many misunderstandings in society about my shoe cleaning.

In the evening, in a lonely walk, I seemed to hear the difficult steps of the road of spiritual return at the beginning of this century.

The ringing of home phones, the confused eyes of colleagues, and the jokes of friends upset the normal state of life of a teacher.

At this point, everything is irrevocable. In the face of endless discussions, I feel it is necessary to speak out, otherwise the social misunderstanding will be deeper and deeper, but I do not know where to start.

In 1999, when my mother passed away, I rushed back to my hometown from a landscape construction site I was designing, and saw my sister's sad scene. I didn't drop a tear.

When I recovered, I was shocked by my indifference.

In those years, my work of "turning art into economy" solidified my emotional system.

After nearly a year, I hardly ever set foot in economic activities.

I find the seriousness of the problem is that I pursue my success and pursue the visible world, and I also discard my spiritual world.

Because of such a spiritual origin, I took to the streets.

Walking on the street is to leave for a moment.

Because of "perseverance", we live in ideas and symbols.

Because I am a university teacher, I have to live in the symbol of "university teacher". Because I am a sculptor, I have to comply with the preferences of the owners, because I am a designer, and I have to follow the leader's intention.

When you leave the rules, you also lose your voice.

We always live in the shackles of our own spirit. As an artist, in such a living environment, "maturity" means giving up, while "immature" means an alternative.

In order to "advance", you have to do the so-called "academic" articles that only three people (authors, editors and assessors) have to see in order to get professional titles.

My only happiness is to shut myself in my studio in the suburbs, and do some works that nobody cares about, and it will always be stored on the sculpture shelf and waiting for dust.

I remember working in a shack outside the city during the Spring Festival.

In order to make the statue's muscles have real texture, my assistant stripped to the waist and acted as my model temporarily.

It was cold. I prepared a bottle of old wine and a fire for him.

But this is still not enough, so every minute we have to shout together to resolve the cold.

Years later, when I felt cold in the pile of people on campus, I still wanted to howl like that hoarse, but unfortunately, there were too few opportunities.

Walking to the streets is to replace a place and look at your heart.

I want to see whether I can communicate with my friends at the same distance with the common heart of Buddhists. At the same time, I will test my courage when faced with the loss of social position due to the artist's forthright.

Sometimes, when I send a grateful look to my friends' little bags of melon seeds, I know that "moving" does not need too much substance. What it needs is "respect" only.

Also know that "money" is not the whole of life. When we get the reward of shoeshine for months or even a year through a few days of so-called "art labor", I think the value of "money" has no meaning here.

Also let me gradually understand the moral meaning of old Tolstoy's leaving at the last moment of his life.

Taking to the streets is to find a new window to observe the living conditions of the vulnerable groups in our society.

The creator always closes one door and opens another window. When you leave all kinds of tricky meals, leave behind the meaning behind every greeting and hide behind every smile, you will feel that God has opened a new window for you here. You will see that while developers are gathering wealth through the growth process of cities, every corner of our city is still full of confident and heroic migrant workers, and plain and tough laid-off reemployment people. They are the real customers of our shoeshine.

They are the creators of the city, the vitality and strength of the city.

When they cast one yuan or two yuan to polish their leather shoes, to some extent, they also have to prove their value in this city tenaciously through this form.

From them, I learned self-confidence, heroic and tenacious!

Sitting on the street shows me that truth can not make us rich, but it can make our spirit free.

Persistence and pursuit should be the norm for us to learn.

Throw away those meaningless, leisurely and carefree activities.

Opening our souls, each of us can find something that is indispensable and meaningful.

Nietzsche said: "life means for us to constantly pform everything we have and everything we encounter into light and flame."

For me, science means knowledge, philosophy means wisdom, and only sincere labor can give me the meaning and value of existence.

Through the experience of shoeshine, I know well: Andersen's pain is that he is writing fairy tales to the world, and discovers that there is no fairy tale in this world.

It is because there is no fairy tale that as an artist we should make a contribution to the world. We should "still go" like Lu Xun's "the tomb and the flowers".

Finally, I want to tell you that I choose to go forward.

Often in the early morning of December 30, 2007.

Reporter's notes

Please give him a little more understanding.

The news of "frequent street shoe shining" has caused such great waves in the domestic press. It is both reasonable and unexpected for a journalist.

These days, he keeps phone contact with Mr. Chang every day, and goes with him.

After all, his "trouble" is the product of a journalist's curiosity.

If not a chat occasionally mentioned, in this sunny holiday, he may have carried a shoe box, leisurely and carefree in the street near the four sides of the pavilion, rubbing leather shoes, enjoying the peace of mind.

After that, can he often sit in the street and shine shoes?

I don't know.

"The media is a double-edged sword."

This is my defense for my paleness, and he always jokes, "is it too happy?"

Early in the morning, he sent a text message: "the confession of the criminal has been written. When will it be sent to you?"

I am a little restless.

I think his "move forward" is no longer as comfortable as it used to be.

If this matter can give people who read the news left a little "who I am" in mind, it is meaningless for Chang Jun to explain the endless phone calls day and night.