Chapter 16 Chapter 15 Half of me is a saint and the other half is a drunkard

An alcoholic's favorite thing to say when he's drunk is: "I'm not drunk!" The sage's favorite saying when he is drunk is: "Everyone is drunk, but I am alone." My favorite things to say when I'm drunk are: "I'm not drunk!" When I was 7 years old, my grandfather gave his beloved grandson a small glass of rice wine.The little guy actually didn't like the slightly bitter taste of rice wine, but he still bravely drank the glass of bitter wine under the encouraging eyes of his grandfather.Later, listening to my grandfather tell the story of Wu Song fighting a tiger, my little heart realized the importance of drinking capacity in making a hero.The little grandson didn't realize at the time that before he became a great hero, the easiest person for Superman's drinking was an alcoholic.Later, that little grandson really turned into an alcoholic, and that alcoholic was me five years ago.

I like to drink, and after drinking, I feel as if the overlord of Chu is reborn, full of majesty.But before drinking, my self-feeling was like that of Han Xin in my crotch. Although he was ambitious, he often showed humility and humiliation.After drinking, I can be wild and free-spirited.But before drinking, I was often timid and shy, not good at speaking.After drinking, I used to zigzag on the road, lie on the grass and howl like a ghost.Sometimes I dream of drinking a hundred poems like Li Bai, but every time I wake up, I find that the drunken poems are like children, and I can't bear to read:

crazy Gaze across the desert with burning eyes in the sandstorm face kiss of wolves messy hair sit on withered willow branches no one here Why don't you blow a ditty in that skeleton's natural nostrils Howling It should also be like that lonely soul with no fixed place to pour out in the windy and rainy midnight why bother with clothes When a naked cactus tries to protect her virginity with her thorns The lazy sky is twisting Tao Hong's body and his star lovers are inseparable look around Heaven's pendulum swings on hell's lees Ancient beauties—their slender red tongues sang gracefully on the blue coffin

who knows null none Of territory In the eternal river of time, where can I not see the beautiful shadow of yesterday? Alcoholism has long been a serious social problem in Russia.In the United States, the prevention and treatment of alcoholism is already a social movement, and the Alcoholics Anonymous Association (AA) is overwhelming in the United States.But in China, alcoholism does not seem to be recognized by the society as a serious psychological disorder.Is it because the Chinese drink a lot, or is it because the Chinese avoid the whole category of mental disorders that allow the psychological problem of alcoholism to go unpunished, or do the Chinese simply not consider alcoholism a disease?

When I was in China, I was always proud of my drinking capacity.Once, I met a friend and had a good talk, so we drank to our heart's content, and we drank two bottles of Gujing Gong together.That night, I was extremely thirsty and dizzy.When I got up the next day, my friend sighed to me: "I have never met an opponent in the amount of alcohol in my life. I didn't expect to lose to you last night." At that time, I snickered in my heart. Concede defeat two minutes late. When a person is called a drunkard, it is not a derogatory term in China.But in the current Western society, the word alcoholic is definitely equivalent to incompetence, triviality, and low self-esteem.When I came to the United States, I realized that alcoholism is actually a psychopath.Looking back on my drinking history, the amount of drinking has no benefit to the improvement of self-spirit except for creating a false sense of self-superiority for myself.I am glad that I have a super self-control. When I recognized the truth of wine, my soul easily surpassed the obsession with wine in the past.Then, I suddenly realized the true meaning of "alcohol does not get drunk, everyone gets drunk":

drunkard Sit up from the phantom of self-blurred stretch green arms Towards dim dawn kiss goodbye eternal memory circling around clock fossil swallowtail swamp of disturbed emotions On the sleepwalking road of feeble thoughts Drunkard's Painted Skin torn to pieces by me spread hand light Young Drunkards and Sex A drunkard died and came to hell. The judge led him to the first room, which was full of fine wine and wine, and the drunkard couldn't help but be overjoyed.The judge took him to the second room, which was full of stunning beauties. The judge asked the alcoholic how he felt?The drunkard said: "So hell is better than heaven, I am willing to stay in hell."

"The scene in hell is slightly different from the mortal world. I probably didn't notice that there is a hole in the bottom of the wine bottle here, but there is no hole in the bottom of the woman in that room." The drunkard suddenly fainted.