Chapter 22 Long live the 47th floor!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Went to "Qiang Qiang Threesome" yesterday afternoon, Liang Wendao was really elegant and kind.I flipped through Hong Kong's "Next Magazine", and I said it was an "authentic gossip periodical". Liang Wendao said it was right, it is a family publication in Hong Kong.In the evening, Liang Wendao had to catch a plane, and I had to go to the party of Class 8, Grade 3.When Wang Min summoned them, Li Jing and Hong Zhou went first.I notified Ermeng, unfortunately, I just went back to Harbin for work.Zheng Duzi is abroad, and the phone is not available.Zheng Qi took off her glasses, and everyone thought she was beautiful and generous.I named her daughter Cheng Shuran. Looking at the photos, she is already a bright and lively middle school student.The brigade commander came from Australia, and I gave her a hard time, exposing her Ma Daha background.This guy even forgot the "slippery foot", he really should hit it.Hong Zhou lost weight so much that he could pretend to be a "handsome uncle".My American friend, Sister Sun, came late and accused me that as long as the brigade commander returns to China, I will definitely attend the party.Sun's daughter Yang Qinyuan was also named by me.The last one who flew over from Shenzhen was Zhang Guaizi, who made a lot of witty remarks, making everyone lean forward and back together.I have told the media many times that I am not the most humorous among my classmates.If one-third of our high school students were admitted to Peking University, then China today would be completely different.
Today at noon, when I was discussing language issues with Mr. Wu, who founded the cultural company, I happened to meet Tang Boren.He was talking to a certain leader of Peking University.When I lived on the 32nd floor when I was an undergraduate student, the cleaners in the building, Mr. and Mrs. Tang, were my fellow villagers. They were very hardworking and kind.The family of four huddled in the hut in the reception room, and Xiao Tang was their son, who was strong and ambitious.I organized all the students in the building to donate money to buy them a small black and white TV set.I also encouraged Xiao Tang to be promising in the future, even though this building is full of Peking University students, half of them may not be as good as you in the future.A few years ago, when I was walking on the road, a handsome young man stopped beside me and called me. I saw that it was Xiao Tang, who had become a "business man".Later, I met Lao Tang and his wife again, and they talked very affectionately. They lived happily in the commercial house bought by their son.Today, Xiao Tang, who is in his 30s, is mature and capable as if he graduated with a Ph.D.I remembered that on New Year's Eve in my senior year, I didn't go back to the Northeast.Xiao Tang brought a large box of firecrackers with his bicycle, saying that it was "collapsing and poor".More than 20 years have passed, and it can be said that "the contribution is not worth the donation".
I received three books by Zhang Manling, one novel, one essay, and one commentary on Dream of the Red Chamber.This Yunnan talented woman is indeed worthy of admiration.She wrote: "What is often deplorable is that many academics who have been repressed and are still repressed and claim to be 'free people' are still authoritarian and domineering deep in their minds, and they often use one or two There are two laws to judge people and things." "Why can we only love one and accept the other? Why can't I love Li Bai and Du Fu?" It is worthy of the words of a talented woman of Peking University.
The sample booklet was delivered, and the color of the cover turned out to be relatively light, not as dark as the one I posted on the blog.Then, by the way, post the preface of the book here, which can be regarded as the end of today's blog.
Long live the 47th floor
——Preface to "The Selected Works of Kong Qingdong"
If there are too many fields, there will be floods and droughts; if there are too many stir-fried vegetables, there will be salty and light; if there are too many hands, there will be gratitude and resentment;
In a blink of an eye, I have published more than a dozen printed works called books.Although the well-meaning media praised enthusiastically and kind fans praised every day, I knew in my heart that there is no lack of moisture, mistakes and fallacies in every book.In addition to those cool critics who are foolish and ignorant, there are also some serious teachers, friends and readers who have criticized and taught me either bluntly or tactfully.For example, Gao Yuandong pointed out that the readable articles in the book "Forty Not Bad" are obviously less than the previous works, and I immediately bowed my head and admitted.In the past, I often defended and comforted the so-called "main" articles by covering up all the ugliness. However, with the continuous increase of the "Kong's bibliography", many ordinary readers have begun to be confused about which of my writings, and even a few The website mistook Teacher Li Ling's masterpiece "A Pot of Wine Among the Flowers" as mine, which made me feel ashamed for a long time.Every now and then, readers would write to me asking for a certain out-of-print masterpiece, and even readers would come to me with seven or eight kinds of my books for autographs, and ask what other "masterpieces" there are.I remembered that when Gorky was an apprentice in a bookstore, he felt uneasy when he saw the boss use various versions of the Bible and hymns to deceive readers.I also want to sort out the old works as soon as possible, delete the complicated and simplify it, and stop misleading the good people.
So the idea of compiling a collection was born.I have streamlined the previous "miscellaneous books" such as "Crazy Talk in the Kongshan", "Flying at the Bottom of the Well", "Black Solitude", and "Forty Not Bad", and selected Among them, a group of Malatang articles with relatively large influence and widespread poisonousness have been synthesized into this so-called selected collection.It is up to the readers to decide whether to be good or not, because some articles, Lao Li said good and old Chen said bad, I just included them as "very influential".Because I didn't want to name it differently, I grafted sheep's head to dog meat, and made an opportunistic abbreviation——, it can be regarded as a flattery.
For the sake of readers, with one volume in hand, there is basically no need to buy the six water-filled books above.But to make a point, my comments on South Korea and my comments on Jin Yong are not selected here, because the former has its source, and the latter has "Jin Yong's Commentary" and "Jin Yong's Commentary". If I choose again, I will repeat it.Therefore, the characteristics of this anthology are: innocence and pure love are used as the base of the mandarin duck pot, and the absurd fat beef and muddle-headed brain are cooked, with reckless small ingredients and bitter hangover soup, just for appetizing, not for weight loss.If you are not afraid of holding on, just get off the guy.
When compiling this anthology, despite the heavy housework, I worked hard to overcome middle-aged dementia, corrected many typos, and restored some words and sentences that were deleted by booksellers and editors—for example, they made "Zhuang Harmony Miscellaneous" into "Harmony is miscellaneous", and there is another publishing house where no one knows the word "Kunchao can't stop", thinking that I wrote it blindly, they insisted on deleting it for me, and I ran away from home for many days in anger.In short, I am trying to be more classic, long live, at least longer than the 47th floor of Peking University.I remember being interviewed by CCTV's "Famous Teachers from Famous Schools" column. The host finally made a trick to invite you into the urn, and asked me to say a word with "that would be great". I scratched my head and said: "If I were all Chinese Worst teacher, that would be great!" Now I want to say something: If this is not an anthology, but the first book I wrote more than ten years ago, it would be great!Ulla!