Chapter 224: Differences in Eastern and Western Mythology

The festival from the West is really a virtual event for the Chinese people, because they can't feel the flavor of the festival that belongs to a foreign country at all, such as this Christmas, which is officially believed to be a commemoration of the birth of Jesus, but the most well-known is indeed Santa Claus. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that this Christmas has nothing to do with Jesus, except for the peace fruit sold on the street.

However, Christmas itself is a means of early Western goods to smash domestic discount promotion, and over time I feel that this kind of promotion method is very useful, and it has been used to this day.

"Yes, this gimmick is very useful, and it will be tried and tested. Zheng Xixi pursed his lips and smiled.

"This is not very good, if you commemorate Santa Claus, there is also a legend in our country, do you know about the New Year?" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Aren't we going to keep the New Year now?" Zheng Jingjing said with a smile, "I will be eighteen years old when I wake up tomorrow morning." ”

"You've got your birthday in eight months. Zheng's mother smiled and dismantled the stage.

"What is the allusion to the year?" Mo Ke asked curiously.

"Chinese New Year's Eve, keeping the year is a set of New Year Everyone knows, the legend of keeping the year is the same as Chinese New Year's Eve at the beginning, in order to eliminate the plague, go to the evil, and then the myth and legend is the relationship with the grandmother of the king of the stove, grandma the king of the stove is the youngest daughter of the Jade Emperor, like her sister Seven Fairies, are in love with a young man of the people. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Well, the tradition of the women of the Jade Emperor's family is to fall in love with folk men. Jin Wensheng laughed.

"The Jade Emperor was very angry when she found out that she was in love with a folk man, but she loved her heartily, and promoted the folk man to the fairy class, that is, a civil servant, although it was the lowest level, but it was also regular, the position was the stove prince, now there is no more, it used to be when the fire was cooking, every time a new stove was opened, the first was to ensure that food and clothing were worry-free, and the second was to bless the fire, and his mother, that is, the youngest daughter of the Jade Emperor, became the grandmother of the stove king after marrying him. Wang Yao told the story.

"The Lord of the Stove is a gas bag in the heavenly court, but the grandmother of the Stove King is a little princess, so there are still a lot of privileges, every time I go back to my mother's house in the heavenly court, I will tell the Jade Emperor about the people's suffering, because of the kindness, I hope the Jade Emperor can help the people, but every time the Jade Emperor pretends not to hear, over time, the grandmother of the Stove King will learn to do it herself, and she will move the things of the heavenly court to the world every time she goes back to her parents' house, and distribute them to the poor, the Jade Emperor turns a blind eye, but every year it comes, the heavenly court is about to be emptied, so every year the Jade Emperor urges her to go home when he sees the grandmother of the stove king returning to her parents' house, from the twenty-third day of the first month to the first day of the first month. ”

Wang Yao smiled, "However, the people in the world, every year at this time, they will stay up all night staring at Grandma Stove Wang to deliver things, and over time it has become a custom, called Shou Sui." ”

"Wow, it's like Santa Claus. Mo Ke blinked his starry eyes.

"It's not the same. Wang Yao shook his head, "Santa Claus will give you a gift only if you make a wish, and Grandma Stove Wang will take the initiative to give you gifts, one is asking for something, and the other is taking the initiative to give, and the gap is very big." ”

After Wang Yao finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

The explanation was crude. Mr. Qigong was stunned for a moment and chuckled.

"Indeed, compared with Western mythology, the myths we all put are much greater, and the god who stole the fire was also begged by people to go, while our foolish man moved mountains spontaneously. Mr. Big smiled, "From myths and legends, we can see the cultural gap between the East and the West. ”

Mo Ke and the others looked at Wang Yao, Mr. Da and the others, and suddenly felt that these people were so terrible, and they were so serious about telling a mythological story.

But in fact, they don't know that the people who make up these myths and stories have archetypes and authors' wills, and this willingness represents the thoughts and logical thinking of a nation, which is a very serious problem.

This is also the difference between Western civilization and Chinese civilization.

"The West uses Zeus and the gods in the Bible, their rank is the level of the creator god, but after they created the world, they enslaved human beings and living beings, Adam and Eve tried the forbidden fruit and were punished by God, and then God also launched disasters such as the Great Flood, not to mention Zeus, from the perspective of mythological creation, habitually imposing their own will on others, and controlling and enslaving are the characteristics of Westerners. Talking about this topic, Mr. Big said a few more words

"And look at the god in our China, the creator god Pangu, who died of exhaustion for the opening of the sky, shh ”

Wang Yao explained, "That is to say, the great god Pangu died of exhaustion in order to open the sky, the breath he exhaled became the spring wind and rain mist, the voice became thunderous and thunderous, the left eye became the sun, the right eye became the moon to illuminate human beings, the limbs became the five mountains of China, the hair became the mountains, forests and plants, and the teeth became metal and stone, in short, he gave everything for mankind without reservation." ”

"I'm a little creepy when I say that. Mao Weitao frowned and smiled.

"They are all gods, just look at the gap between the gods of the West and the ideas of the East. Jin Wensheng laughed and said, "In order to protect human beings from the control of the immortals, Nuwa Niangniang created a catastrophe and sealed the gods, so that the immortals who ruled the Six Realms were greatly injured at once, and let the human race officially become independent. ”

"But isn't it because the King of Shang has blasphemed Nuwa Niangniang?" asked Mo Ke curiously.

"On the surface, it's like this, but there are deep-seated reasons in it, "Romance of the Gods" Although this book is said to be written during the Ming Dynasty, but such a long and complicated immortal system has been accumulated since at least the Spring and Autumn Period, but it has begun to mature in the Ming Dynasty, because it involves a class problem, the Qin Dynasty was still a slave class before the Qin Dynasty, although it entered the feudal imperial system, but the common people and the scholars and the aristocratic class still have irreconcilable contradictions, the background setting in this book is to run through the class position of several dynasties before the Ming Dynasty and folklore, although it seems to be talking about the martial king, but in fact there is another mystery。 Mr. Big said with a smile.

Mo Ke glanced at Zheng Jingjing, who was also confused, with an ignorant face.

What do these legendary university scholars study every day? It feels like they're not reading a book.

"You just need to know that the gods of the West are used to control the fate of mankind, while the gods of China are to cultivate human beings to control their own destiny. Wang Yao smiled, "So, since the creation of the Chinese nation by the creator God, it is a completely different civilization from other races, our gods are selfless, loving, detached, there are no two foreign genes of aggression and punishment in our blood, we are independent, not anyone's slaves." ”

"Young but not grandchildren, long and unspoken, old and not dead, is a thief. Mr. Big stroked his beard and smiled.

Mr. Qigong glanced at Mr. Big and pursed his lips and chuckled.

"Let's talk about the folk song of Grandma Stove King. Wang Yao smiled and pulled the topic back: "Children, children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the New Year;

Laba porridge, drink it for a few days, and it will be twenty-three;

Twenty-three, sugar melon sticky, twenty-four sweeping the house;

Twenty-five, frozen tofu, twenty-six, go to buy meat;

Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster, twenty-eight, put the face to the hair;

Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns, thirty nights to stay up for one night;

Walking all over the streets on the first and second days of junior high school" Wang Yao didn't know where to conjure up a pair of allegro and began to slip his mouth.

Mo Ke squinted at Wang Yao, who was playing the board, although his face was no longer the boy he was that night, but his mouth was still quite powerful.

At the end of the New Year, the gentlemen wrapped a few children in red and white, and the New Year's money was symbolically put a hundred yuan, and the rest was a handwritten New Year's blessing, and the blessings of several gentlemen were more valuable than money.

"What about you. Mo Ke bowed to his old age one by one, stuffed the red envelope into his pocket and stretched out his hand to Wang Yao.

"We're the same generation. Wang Yao was studying the words that Mr. Qigong had just written for him.

"Seniors only have to be courteous. Mo Ke said with a serious face.

"What about your red envelope. Wang Yao glanced at her.

"I'm a girl, alas, do you have a gentlemanly demeanor? Mo Ke pursed his lips.

"You're sexist. Wang Yao smiled and threw the straw paper he had just written over, "Happy New Year." ”

"Ah, you're too perfunctory, at least write me a hot one on the spot. Mo Ke rolled his eyes.

"Okay. Wang Yao shook his head helplessly, took a piece of paper again, and thought about writing a New Year's poem.

"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu,

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. Mo Ke looked at Wang Yaogang after finishing the words that had not yet dried the ink, and grinned, "Well, the words are not bad, give me a stamp." ”

Wang Yao looked at Mo Ke strangely, "You are too vulgar, after the stamp, if I become popular, you can sell it for money." ”

"It's vulgar, hurry up. Mo Ke glared at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao touched it in his pocket, took out the seal, put it aside, and wrote "Thank you for your patronage." ”