Text/Mu Bai

Familiar people know that I have a soft spot for the number nine, which seems to be a unique character. Many people hold it and eventually become a layman. The sunshine in September is golden. As a layman, I can't refuse. Therefore, no matter how excellent the work is, it still needs hype. Su Tong's new book will be published in September. Fortunately, I didn't go to see the vigorous publicity. Cut to the chase.

I vaguely remember that the myths of the East and the West are exactly the same. I used simple words to remind myself repeatedly that it was just a repeated dream.

Dream is a processed reality, the outline is difficult to distinguish, and it is perfect to break with one blow.

People don't want to face its incompleteness and truth, so generation after generation tirelessly whitewashes peace.

Just as I can't help commenting on those beautiful dreams, I repeatedly stated before commenting that its credibility and unreliability can not be ignored.

Man is such a contradictory animal. Refuse to lower my dignity from my heart. While deceiving the world and stealing the name, I repent and atone.

Su Tong's gloom is elegant. He can describe a dream with the cleanest and clearest language. So we smelled the scent of wild lily with death message in front of the new Taojun, and then we trembled slightly for the origin of the fountain of tears. The murderous feather army on the mountainside seems to be a solidified plain landscape. The unkempt Binu is as beautiful as a fairy. On the other hand, the plain along the way seems to be calm, but in fact it is undercurrent. It's just a numb account of human beings, but it's like a needle stuck in Binu's foot and stung others' hearts.

All legends are beautiful. Therefore, Meng Jiangnv's name is beautiful and slightly bitter.

Binu, as the name implies, comes from the bottom of society. Her story will always be the most flexible accusation against the Great Wall of Wan Li.

As the saying goes, a drop of water wears away a stone. We should not put a kind of true love on any irrelevant reasons.

How can a fact that has nothing to do with us move us? Describe vividly in only one or another language. And then melt into what modern people call noble taste. Later, Chun Xue, which had been neglected, was unprecedentedly hot. Next, the whole world was commercialized. Therefore, born in the secular world, you should stop being cynical and accept all changes. There is no primitive jungle in the bustling city, and there is no legendary hermit or master in the jungle. Everyone is fighting for their own interests, and then pretending to be lofty to criticize people they don't know. It's called edification, which makes everyone turbid and I'm alone. Alas, it's too far from the point.

I worship the legendary women, because they have turned to dust and become history, and it is impossible to let me down again.

I can try my best to make it beautiful, because death tells no tales, and I can envy all the unwilling people today.

It is the reality that crushes my gorgeous body that deceives the world. I had to hide in a place where only fairies would appear.

Without love competition and gossip, there will always be a logical ending between men and women.

I can watch the play like no one's watching, and I have mixed feelings or leave a few words when I am fascinated.

When I pulled away, I had expected that there was a dark speculation behind it, whether it was you or yourself.

what can I say? Life is just a play.

I am moved by one sad myth after another, and the illusion of being at arm's length often makes me get carried away at a certain edge.

Forget that you are in danger, wolves are eyeing in the dark, and your eyes are blurred by a false warmth. That temperature is not constant and will beat you when you least expect it.

So honey, tell you, don't trust anyone but yourself.

Su Tong's writing more or less caters to the imagination of teenagers' jumping and the expression that is unwilling to be dull. There is no rigid dialogue mode, and all dialogues are like the monologues of the author himself, interspersed with concise and incisive summaries. "The memory of the old man is long and sad, just like a thick black silk is patiently spread out and unfolded inch by inch. The children cut it in the saddest place, so the flowers of countless nightmares can bloom."

-Narrating a troubled time when people can't read words and phrases with epic romance. It is the ideal of almost all poets. They hope that the world will always face the sea and spring will bloom.

There is still a rotten smell here, but there is no decadence. We are used to seeing too many alternative death ideals.

Too many people have solved the true meaning of loneliness and loneliness. It was a time when there were no rivals and no confidants. I believe that even Baudelaire in the past had the instinct to survive, and he was still full of hope for the world. Why do people who are well-fed and well-fed groan?

Close eye contact between life and death should not only occur at moments unrelated to life.

Even in legend, all the ugly human nature that Binu encountered has long been normal in real life.

The young man asked, what is the true meaning of life; The old man replied that life is worse than death. Interrogate the heart, how many people dare to admit it.

There are two fragments in my memory, one is the origin of tears, and the other is the market, which is quite ironic. Under some paradoxes, people's gratitude will also become original sin; Some people will never recognize their role and laugh at the advantages of others with their own shortcomings.

In fact, a journey and a story are constantly metaphorical.

Names and places, including overhead history, point sharply, seemingly far away from the world, but in fact they satirize reality.

The overall meaning of the full text is still inseparable from Gong Yu's classic insistence on one mountain.

Binu is lonely, so lonely that her innocent life makes any listener in the seaside city.

When all roads are closed, the only way out is through thorns. So when most of us came to this point, we were so desperate that we thought we were really wrong. Only Binu concentrates on this and doesn't think there is anything wrong with sending cold clothes thousands of miles away. Ignorance is fearlessness.

She walks in a clumsy way. So it is inevitable to finally stand on the top of the Great Wall.

Carrying the spit of everyone on the road, the soul of a mountain girl looking for children along the river is Binu's only follower and a load on her thin shoulders.

Those taunts, betrayals and frame-ups are all happy episodes on her long way to find a husband.

Everyone knows that a person is smarter than a fool, but it is so difficult to realize this that he needs to fight against his instinct.

Many times, we are unwilling to accept grievances and be misunderstood, and the ability to retaliate is innate.

Su Tong's thought is quite satisfactory, which embodies the essence of Confucianism for thousands of years. People on earth are good at living. The boundaries of evil are brushed aside, and it is difficult to show them. For example, the deer man is a child and celery is dead. Their greed for her is limited to money and vanity. This kind of inferiority of human nature has been acquiesced by society, so it is not evil.

We no longer need to discuss life and death, love and hate naked. If the slogan will be kitsch, the world-weariness constantly revealed in the so-called alternative works will become vulgar. It is so unconstrained, but it vividly depicts the sky, birds, nature and ancient social humanities, quietly expounds the love for life and treats life with dignity. Life and death, love and hate, good and evil, truth and falsehood have long been clearly distinguished. Needless to say.

At this time, the author will no longer be questioned by everyone, and everyone will no longer pursue Qi Liang's life and death. This is an established fact. People just want to detect a new hope from this well-known legend. Finally, Wan Qiliang seems to have turned into a beautiful golden butterfly, spreading its wings under the heartbroken rock. We finally got what we wanted, and we can whitewash the bloody reality again.