1, I looked at the winding path leading to the city, but I couldn't hear my son running barefoot. The moonlight sprinkled on the road, like a layer of salt. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
He turned to me in surprise, and his puzzled expression seemed to ask me. I said to him, go that way, where the leaves will wave to you, the stones will smile at you and the river will greet you. No poverty or wealth, no sorrow or pain, no hatred or hatred? Where everyone is dead and equal. He asked: What is that place? I said:? Come to a bad end. Yu Hua's seventh day
I got off at the station before my sadness began. ? Yu Hua's seventh day
As long as the family is together every day, they don't care about the good news. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
I see the old man's back is as black as the cow's back. Two dying lives plow the old-fashioned fields like waves on the water. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
I'm still sitting in the car and I don't know what to do. Now I think of a hotel again. At that time, the sun will set and the sunset glow will rise like steam. In this way, the hotel came back to my mind, and it gradually expanded and soon filled my head. When the brain was gone, a hotel grew up. ? Yu Hua's eighteen-year-old trip
7. Li Guangtou knew that it was his exposure that sent Song Fanping to a warehouse like a prison cell. When sleeping at night, he would think that Song Fanping was stepped on the steps, and Song Fanping's eyes were still searching for him and Song Gang in horror. Chian's head is very sad, but his mouth is still tough. He laughed at Song Gang's mouth like an asshole, only the voice of venting? Yu Hua's brother
8、 ? Look, are my pants broken? Chian leaned his head against Sun Wei's ass and didn't see the hole in his pants. Li Guangtou said, isn't this broken? Sun Wei said? Take a closer look. ? Chian's nose almost touched Sun Wei's ass, but he still didn't see the hole. At this moment, Sun Wei suddenly put a smelly fart loudly, and Sun Wei's smelly fart hit Chian's face like a gust of wind. ? Yu Hua's brother
9, people live a lifetime, who will have no disease and no disaster. Who has any unexpected misfortune? When you encounter those unfortunate things, you are always caught off guard when you are prepared. Smart people always leave a way out for themselves. ? Yu Hua's Xu Sanguan sells blood.
10, Li Lan was filled with joy on his way home. She has been touching Song Fanping's hand. When Song Fanping turned to look at her, the light in her eyes was as warm as the flame in the furnace. At home, Li Lan Song Fanping closer to the back room. After closing the door, she hugged Song Fanping tightly. She leaned her head on Song Fanping's broad chest, and tears of happiness soaked Fan Song's flat-chested clothes. ? Yu Hua's brother
1 1, the road is ups and downs. That high place is always tempting me to rush to the hotel, but every time I only see another high place with a frustrating arc in the middle. In spite of this, I still run high again and again, and every time I run desperately. Now I'm excited again I saw it this time, not the hotel, but the car. The car stopped in my direction, at the lower part of the expressway. I saw the driver's ass sticking up high and there was a sunset glow on his ass. I can't see the driver's head. His head was stuffed in the front of the car. The cover of the front of the car is tilted like an upturned lip. There are many tall baskets in the trunk. I think it must be fruit. Bananas, of course I think there should be one in his taxi. I can pick it up and eat it as soon as I get on the bus. Although the car is driving in the direction I came, I don't care about the direction. I need a hotel now. If there is no hotel, I need a car. The car is just around the corner. ? Yu Hua's eighteen-year-old trip
12. Chickens grow into geese, geese grow into sheep, and sheep grow into cows. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
13, "To be alive" also tells how people bear great suffering, just like an idiom of China: a close call. Let a hair bear the weight of 30 thousand Jin, it won't break. ? Yu Hua is alive? Preface of Korean version
14, don't be confused. The dead will come back to life. You can't die as a living person. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
15. When people can't choose their own future, they will cherish their right to choose the past. The touching thing about memory is that it can be re-selected, and those unrelated past events can be reassembled, thus obtaining a brand-new past. ? Yu Hua shouted in the drizzle.
16, if your world had no fear of pain, no worry about dignity, no wealth, no alternation of cold and warm, no appearance trouble, no difference between men and women, no distinction between you and me, and no worries about life and death, would you leave? Really alive? It's getting closer. ? Yu Hua's seventh day
17, he said: Jia Zhen died well, peacefully and cleanly, leaving no right and wrong after his death, unlike those women in the village who gossip when they die. ? The old man sitting opposite me talked about his wife who died more than ten years ago in such a tone, which made me feel an unspeakable warmth, like a grass swaying in the wind, and I saw the tranquility in the distance fluctuating. ? Yu Hua's "Living"
18、 ? We can't say that we are more powerful than you. We are willing to spend more energy than your city residents. We sell blood, marry women and build houses to make money. The most money we earn in this field is not to let us starve to death. Yu Hua's Xu Sanguan sells blood.
Nothing is more convincing than time, because time can change everything without telling us.
20. Death is not the loss of life, but the passage of time.
2 1. Laugh and cry, and live with death.
22. As a word? The language of living China is full of power. Its power does not come from shouting or attacking, but from enduring, enduring the responsibilities entrusted to us by life, enduring the happiness and pain, boredom and mediocrity entrusted to us by reality.
23. Even the best experience will become a thing of the past. No matter how deep the sadness is, it will fall yesterday, just like the relentless passage of time. Life is like a healing process. We are injured, healed, injured again and healed again. Every healing seems to be to meet the next injury. Maybe you have to despair once to live again.
24. Man, no matter how painful he is when he is alive, he will try to comfort himself when he is dying.
25. It is better to be a normal person, fighting for this and that, and fighting for your own life. Like me, it's getting worse, but life is long. People I know die one by one, and I'm still alive.
26. No matter how big your life is, you can't live if you want to die.
I know he won't stand up to me, but what he said is like a blunt knife cutting my neck. My head won't fall off, but it hurts like hell.
28, you must not be confused, the dead still want to live, you can't die as a big living person.
29. Death is not the loss of life, but walking out of time.
30. As long as the family is together every day, they don't care about the blessings.
3 1, life can't forget four things: don't say the wrong thing, don't sleep in the wrong bed, don't step on the wrong threshold, and don't touch the wrong pocket.
32. Humans can't stand too much truth.
I don't even believe in punctuation.
34. If there were no painful fears, no dignity worries, no wealth and poverty, no alternation of cold and warm, no appearance worries, no difference between men and women, no distinction between you and me, and no worries about life and death in your world, would you leave? Really alive? It's getting closer.
35. We walked silently. The name of this silence is death. We don't talk anymore, because our memories don't move forward. This is a distant memory, multi-tone. It's empty, it's real.
When people can't choose their own future, they will cherish their right to choose the past. The touching thing about memory is that it can be re-selected, and those unrelated past events can be reassembled, thus obtaining a brand-new past.
37. I got off at the station before I started.
He turned to me in surprise, and his puzzled expression seemed to ask me. I said to him, go that way, where the leaves will wave to you, the stones will smile at you and the river will greet you. No poverty or wealth, no sorrow or pain, no hatred or hatred? Where everyone is dead and equal.
39, a woman is a mind's eye, and no one can change what she looks for.
40. I no longer pretend to have many friends, but return to loneliness and start a lonely life with the real me. Sometimes I can't stand the pain of emptiness because of loneliness, but I would rather maintain my self-esteem in this way than exchange shame for that superficial friend.
4 1, I looked at the winding path leading to the city, but I couldn't hear my son running barefoot. The moonlight sprinkled on the road, like a layer of salt.
42. Everything is forced out. Only when people are cornered can there be a way. Before they were cornered, they either didn't think of a way, or they thought of it and didn't know whether to do it.
43. The writer's mission is not to vent, not to accuse or expose, but to show nobility to people. The nobleness mentioned here is not pure beauty, but detachment after understanding everything, treating good and evil equally and looking at the world with sympathetic eyes.
44. I have traveled all over the city, and my eyes are full of old people except my father's face.
45. The writing process made me understand that people live for themselves, not for things other than living.
46. The nobleness mentioned here is not pure beauty, but detachment after understanding everything, treating good and evil equally, and looking at the world with sympathetic eyes.
47. No words, no actions, only a silent smile at each other. We sit in silence, for nothing but to feel that we are not a person, but a group.
48. Love is not how rich I am, how great my wisdom and achievements are, but what I have given you. At the critical moment, I will shelter you from the wind and rain.
49. I saw that the old man's back was as black as the cow's. Two people who entered the twilight plowed the old-fashioned fields like waves on the water.
50. Just like the moon in the water, no matter how the waves pull, the moon always ripples into a ball.