Chapter 22 twenty one birthday

forty years old: Hi.Are you OK?How is your mother?How are you all? In the past forty years, I have played according to my own temperament, farming, reading, playing the piano, cranes, drinking, eating, men and women, too much to do, too little time.The advantage is not to be bored, to experience all kinds of life, to be amazed every day, but the disadvantage is that time flies too fast, damn it, I will grow old when I live, in May 2011, I will be forty years old, and I will meet you. For myself, for my friends, I prepared birthday presents.First, in the past three years, I squeezed the time for sleeping and peeing. Before the Spring Festival in 2011, I finally finished writing a novel about fighting the midlife crisis with eroticism and philosophy, just like Kumarajiva 800 years ago. , drive Chinese to 300 miles on a small dirt road, and see where the limit of Chinese is.My wife said: "I used to say that you wrote well, but I basically echoed other people's opinions. This time I really admitted it. This is not unsuitable for children, it is unsuitable for human beings. Also, you should die now, and you will become a legend." I have." Second, I am actually a poet.In the past two years, I have been drinking heavily. After the drinking, sometimes there are little stars and long hairs sinking into me at the bottom of the lake. There are poems at the bottom of the lake, which I memorize with my residual consciousness. Now there are more than a hundred poems, which are my first and last collection of poems. "Hundred Tang Poems".When I was a teenager, I read Liu Dabai's "Post Kiss" published by Kaiming Bookstore in 1926. When the author wrote these poems, he was already in his forties.At that time, I thought to myself, what a stinky hooligan, it’s rare to be a hooligan for a lifetime, at such an old age, return poetry, love poetry.Now I think to myself, it seems that it is really impossible to criticize a character, otherwise it is easy to have retribution in this world.Third, in the past ten years, an average of two columns have been published every year, and the accumulation of water has become a pool. Li Yinhe edited my collection of essays "How to Become a Monster", and prefaced it. Guo Yu said: "I hope readers will be like me. Enjoy the great pleasure of reading Feng Tang's writing together, and witness the birth of another outstanding writer in China." Fourth, 22 years in school, learning Chinese characters, English, human body, business, nearly ten years in the street In life, I experience, figure out, and understand every day, work an average of 80 hours a week, and almost never go to bed before twelve o'clock a day. Common sense and insights are basically there.Most of the mundane things can be seen, understood and explained clearly.Fifth, by chance, from the cultural period to the late Qing Dynasty, there are typical ancient jade vessels in various periods, and the high ancient jades from the cultural period and Shang and Zhou Dynasties are mostly.Sixth, the total flight mileage of Air China has passed one million kilometers.Seventh, I bought a 30-inch H-IPS LCD screen for playing games. The monster's head is bigger than mine.Eighth, after a seven-year itch with my wife, and a ten-year tin marriage, looking back, the place has always been bleak, neither wind nor rain, all at the airport and conferences, not seeing each other for a month. Comrades plus brothers.Ninth, relatives and friends are either in good health, or die well.Mom and Dad live in a house with many bathrooms, and each person can be divided into two bathrooms, one for defecating and one for urinating.My mother can still scold a fool for five hours without losing breath, and my father can still watch pornographic videos on the Internet for a day, and the sound of calling the bed resounds throughout the yard.They still hated each other, put them together, each issued a kitchen knife, and hacked each other to death within three minutes.But I've come to understand that's a way for them to stay alive.The tenth is not listed, according to Mrs. Mai's words of McDull: "I have already got a lot, and the second is greed."

Don't think about it, you have lost a lot.First, the body is old.A few days ago, I always felt that the glasses were dirty.Soap, wash, dry, no.Introspect, have you been angry recently?Xin Xin Ming Xin basically settles down pretty well, right?Only then did I realize that it was not a psychological problem, nor a problem with the glasses, but a problem with the eyes, and the eyes began to blur.A few years ago, I didn't sleep for 60 hours in a row, and found that two hairs on my nose turned white.In the past few days, I noticed that some of my mane hairs were white, and even one of my eyebrows was also white.My elder brother said: "Don't worry, I will suddenly wake up overnight, like pear blossoms, and my beard is white." Although the weight has not increased significantly, the body is loose, the belly is bulging, and the skin is sagging. No matter how I look at it, the photo There is a fat face.A few years ago, I could drink and vomit.After spitting out, take a slow cigarette, and then read documents, read books, hold meetings, and write, without affecting it.In the past few years, my drinking capacity has not decreased, but I can't spit it out.After a big drink, continue the meeting.Before the leader finished summarizing, I stood up, applauded, and walked out of the venue.When I woke up the next day, I couldn't remember what I did at the meeting last night, and the chapter was broken.Again, the heart is old.I don’t love women very much anymore, my wife is habitually married, my first love is happily remarried, all the flowers and plants in the past have gone to help their husbands and children, and the new girls really look like real flowers and plants, I have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and my face is peaceful.Again, there seems to be a limit to what can be done.Articles, poems are no longer written.I am still paranoid that writing poetry at the age of 40 is as stupid as wetting the bed at the age of 30.I will continue to write the Twenty-Four Historical Records by myself, but whether it is knowledge or words, I am worried that I will not be able to surpass it.In the world, it is also coming to an end, where you can go after that has nothing to do with yourself, it depends on good luck.

More than two thousand years ago, the average life expectancy of a person was less than fifty. Confucius said that when a person reaches forty, he knows the limits of his ability, what he can do and what he cannot do, so he is not confused.More than two thousand years later, the average life expectancy of a person exceeds seventy, and what Confucius said still applies, this old monster.In the past few days, winter has gone from spring to spring, and the seasons have changed. I have not slept well. I woke up last night and saw you leaning on the window sill smoking a cigarette. Life squatted next to you like a donkey, because we are familiar with each other and heaven and man know each other. For a moment, I thought, if I want to ride, I will ride, if I want to get off, I will hit the birds, read little stars, code novels, and ride towards death without knowing that death is coming. it is good.

Say hello to your mother again. Feng Tang