Chapter 8 Eight, big even

Late-born cows and horses leave Feng Tang and then pay respects to Sima Qian: Hello idol. I switched jobs in the middle of this year and found that changing jobs was as much of a hassle as moving and getting a divorce.Because of the trouble, I often think about various reasons before doing it. The trade-off value is not worth the trouble.One of the main by-products of this reflection in the middle of this year is to reaffirm that you are my idol.Because you are approaching age, before impotence, before menopause, before seeing the coffin, the chances of changing jobs, moving, and having a secular marriage are not great, so you will probably be my idol for life.

Finding an idol is of great significance, more important than finding a first love and finding a cemetery. My mother said that my birth was an accident of the family, and it was out of the country's family planning, so it basically belonged to wild marriage and crazy growth, and no one gave me guidance since I was a child.In the process of growing up, I gradually discovered that for personal growth and joy, finding a suitable idol is a shortcut that has been proven time and again by history.Perhaps another faster and safer shortcut is to find a suitable religion, but our generation has been cut off from the hamstrings of religion since childhood, and can no longer fully appreciate this sublime when we grow up.The entire starry sky is unattainable, and there is an idol on the road, just like a star, that's fine.

When we were young, we were repeatedly taught to have ideals, but for children, it is often too imaginary and difficult to understand.For example, Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves (that is, civilization, morality, politeness, hygiene, order, beauty of mind, language, behavior, and environment, love for the motherland, socialism, and the Chinese Communist Party), for example, for the Chinese Communist Party. The rise and reading.When I listen to it, my blood boils, my scalp flutters up and down, and I want to give my whole life to these ideals on the spot, dedicating my youth and life, and dedicating my life to my children and grandchildren.But often after listening to it, and thinking about it carefully, I really don't know where the logic and reason are, and what my scalp was flying around at that time.Later, I concluded that to make illogical things sound logical, and to make irrational things sound reasonable, a very good way is to number them (applicable to five lectures, four beauties and three loves), and another very good way is to speak loudly Shout, collectively shout many times (applicable to reading for the rise of China).

When we were young, we were repeatedly taught to follow role models, but for children, these role models are often too old, too specific, and not very applicable.Such as Huang Jiguang and Qiu Shaoyun.They are all heroes of the war years, and we all admire them, but in our lives, within a radius of 20 miles, in the past 20 years, not a single counter-revolutionary has been caught.In order to explain why the spirit of Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui is still applicable, the class teacher at that time called the lips as harelips, and we are still skeptical.Thinking about it further, it is easier to learn from Huang Jiguang, isn't it just to block the hole of the gun?Gritting your teeth and stomping your feet, go!But it is difficult to imitate Qiu Shaoyun, the living humanities are burning, and I dare not even think about it.Later, when I was studying medicine, on the operating table, after the skin was cut, blood flowed from the damaged blood vessels on the cut surface. The surgeon stopped the bleeding with electric forceps, and while talking about the Korean barbecue I ate yesterday, I vomited.

I also tried looking for idols in real life.An elder sister of the neighbor has big eyes and smooth hair. She once got two full marks in Chinese and math. My mother said, look at her and study hard.At that time, I felt that I was like a wolf dog. My mother said, go, learn from anyone, and I jumped on it.Later, this sister soon suffered from anorexia and insomnia. Every day she thought about taking the double hundred again, but she never passed the exam.My brother is nine years older than me. At that time, a Japanese movie "Manhunt" was very popular. My brother has melancholy eyes and a black windbreaker that resemble Takakura Ken. Their school looks a bit like Japanese girls. They use inter-class exercises and sports games , spring outing and other opportunities to attack him, I once discussed with my mother that he was an idol, my mother said, do you want to be a hooligan?My dad has always been the object of my envy. He has always lived in the present, never thinking about tomorrow, stewing meat when stewing meat, drinking tea when drinking tea, watching porn while watching porn, and sleeping when sleeping.However, I soon discovered that my dad was born with a strange talent, and it is difficult to imitate those with poor endowments.Moreover, because he has never been troubled and bloomed without going through a difficult mental journey, he does not have the ability to cross people, and can only bloom brilliantly by himself.

Because there was no better way, and I didn’t have the opportunity to try it myself, I started to search in books at random. I read martial arts novels together with "Seven Books of Martial Arts", and a brief history of the Cultural Revolution together with them.Soon fell in love with three people, Li Yu, Zeng Guofan, and you. Li Yu is an idler who can't be idle. He gave up fame and fortune in the popular sense. His life is a life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking, a life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking to the extreme.Like me, he likes superficial text, fair-skinned women, and elegant houses.

Zeng Guofan is a diligent and ruthless farmer. He pursues fame and fortune in the popular sense. His life is a life of self-denial and courtesy, a life of leading all his penis out of the palace.He reads, understands reason, and does things. He doesn't need money, and he is not afraid of death. You are a born writer, you pursue the understanding of the human world beyond time and space, your life is a life of doing a big thing, a life of doing this big thing at the expense of all penises.You study, inquire, and write. On the edge of the Wujiang River, you listen to the old people who have experienced it recall the smell of Yu Ji’s hair, the psoas muscles of the black horse. You experience, you understand, and you express.

Combining the common characteristics of the three of you, the standard of idols is basically formed. First, because of the material.Can't screw up.If it is Guan Gong, he will use big swords, if it is Kong Ming, he will talk about the world.Second, do your best.Even if what you want to understand in your life is a protein and a gene at the front end of the paramecium's cilium, you must strive to be unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future. Today, you stand with a knife, look around, and be proud of it.Even if you can't do this kind of bullshit, at least you have to use your strength.Third, be sure.Fuck the south wall, fuck the coffin, fuck fate, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't be ashamed, do it to the end.What about being called immoral?Are there not enough stupid things done because of morality?So what if the dick is cut?Go to sleep and grow seventeen or eighteen more.Exiled, so what? "Li Bai used to be a Yelang, but the Central Plains did not return to the Han Dynasty", I am not the one who lost.

Everything is a game: 80,000 years ago, primitive people made fire, hunted, gathered, and made shell necklaces.Eight hundred years ago, the Mongols hunted, attacked cities, and plundered land.Today, we enter the Fortune 500, run hedge funds, hitchhike around the world, order an island, climb all the G-spots (South Pole, North Pole, Mount Everest) on the earth, and live Dali, Lhasa and Shangri-La into a new religion.I saw an advertisement for a game console, and I remember it deeply: Life is short. Play!Life is short, play, play in the cool! The book can't understand the meaning, it's a little old and ugly.

Goodbye Feng Tang