过于聪明的人，常常会把最基本的常识给忘了！
“物无美恶，过则为灾。”很多人不太明白“聪明反被聪明误”是什么意思，其实就是过了——“过于聪明的人，常常会把最基本的常识给忘了！”
看网上视频，有个大师信誓旦旦地说，“为什么流浪汉蓬乱的头发那么茂密，不秃顶？那是因为他们不洗头，所以，秃顶的原因一定是洗发水害的！”
可惜，评论很给力——流浪汉一般也都不动脑子！
为什么流浪汉蓬乱的头发那么茂密，不秃顶？
赛珍珠在《东风·西风》中，通过一位留洋的医学博士之口，表达了对所谓的迷信和愚蠢的痛心疾首——试着翻译如下：
‘你记得鼓楼旁边的那个于家吗？他家的二太太因为再也受不了婆婆的毒舌，试图上吊自杀。他们把我喊去，说实话，我是可以救活她的！她是刚刚放开绳子的时候被人发现的——刚刚！我马上准备了急救措施。这时进来了个老朽的叔叔，他是一个卖酒的。你记得，老于先生已经去世了，而这个卖酒的现在是一家之主。他他怒气冲冲地进来，并且马上要求使用老办法。他找来和尚敲起了锣，想把这个女人的魂魄招回来，并让她的亲属们聚过来，把这个可怜的没有知觉的女孩——她还不到二十岁——摆置成跪的姿势，然后他们小心翼翼地在她的鼻子和嘴巴里塞满棉花和布，并在她的脸上裹上衣服！’
‘但——但是，’我说，‘这是惯常的做法啊——我们一直都这么做啊。你看，太多的魂魄已经走了，他们必须堵住七窍把剩下的留住啊。’
他开始愤怒地满屋子转，然后，停在我面前，他的嘴唇紧闭。我甚至都能听到他急促的喘息声。他在瞪着我。
‘什么！’他吼着。‘你也这么认为？’
我吓得直往后退。
‘她死了吗？’我小声说。
‘死了吗？如果我长时间这么做，你会不会死？’他粗暴地用一只手抓住我的两只手，用另一只手把他的手帕堵在我的嘴和鼻子上。我扭开他的手，把手帕扯开。他放声大笑，象狗叫一样，然后，坐下来，把头埋在了手里。我们静静地，沉浸在无限的痛苦中。
我们静静地，沉浸在无限的痛苦中。
感谢赛珍珠给我们介绍了这样一个救助自缢的古老的方法，我不知道这个被称为迷信的愚蠢方法管不管用，我只是觉得，这个聪明的医生是不是忘了点什么？堵住一个已经没有呼吸的人的七窍和堵住一个大活人的口鼻，能一样吗？这个已经没有了呼吸的女孩，如果感觉到了窒息，她不就是已经被救活过来了吗？
查了一下古书，别说，还真有这样一种救助方法，早在南宋的提刑官宋慈所做的一部古代法医著作《洗冤集录》中就有如下记载：
宋提刑《洗冤集录》救助自缢的相关内容
若缢，从早至夜虽冷亦可救；从夜至早稍难。若心下温，一日以上犹可救，不得截绳，但款款抱解放卧，令一人踏其两肩，以手拔其发常令紧；一人微微捻整喉咙，依先以手擦胸上散动之；一人磨搦臂、足屈伸之，若已僵，但渐渐强屈之；又按其腹。如此一饭久即气从口出，复呼吸、眼开。勿苦劳动。又以少官桂汤及粥饮与之，令润咽喉。更令二人以笔管吹其耳内。若依此救，无有不活者。
又法：紧用手罨其口，勿令通气，两时许气急即活。
又用皂角、细辛等分为末，如大豆许吹两鼻孔。
注意其中的第二种方法：紧紧地用手按住死者的嘴，不让它通气，约两个时辰左右，气憋急了就活了。严重怀疑这是在留洋博士医生采用了第一种方法，在按摩喉咙，胸背，四肢的基础上，仍然无效的时候，不得已采取的第二种急救助方法。
只可惜，这种方法，不知道什么原因，最终也没见效。
East Wind, West Wind by Pearl S. Buck
附：英文原文
‘Do you remember the Yu family next to the Drum Tower? Their Second Lady tried to commit suicide today by hanging herself! It seems she could no longer endure the viperish tongue of her mother-in-law. They called me in and, mind you, I could have saved her! She had only just let go the rope when they found her—only just! I prepared the remedies at once.
Then in came the aged uncle, who is a wine merchant. Old Mr. Yu, you remember, is dead, and the wine merchant is the head of the family now. He came in blustering and angry and at once demanded that the old methods should be used. He sent for the priests to beat the gongs to call the woman’s soul back, and her relatives gathered about and placed the poor unconscious girl—she is not twenty yet— into a kneeling position on the floor; then they deliberately filled her nose and mouth with cotton and cloth and bound clothing around her face!’
‘But—but,’ I said, ‘it is the custom—it is what is always done. You see, so much of the spirit is already escaped that they must keep the rest in by closing the orifices .’
He had begun to walk around the room in his agitation. Now he stopped before me, his lips pressed together. I could hear his quick breathing. He actually glared at me.
‘What!’ he shouted. ‘You, too?’
I shrank back.
‘Did she die?’ I whispered.
‘Die? Would you die if I did this long enough?’ and he seized my hands in one of his and placed his handkerchief roughly over my mouth and nose. I twisted free and tore it away. He gave a laugh as hard as a dog’s bark and sat down with his head in his hands, and we remained in silence as heavy as pain.
—East Wind, West Wind by Pearl S. Buck
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