Chapter 12 Section 12

Section 12 Li Yinhe, hello! I repented of my words and wrote to you again.It is said that there are many people in the world, but today I lay sick for a whole day, couldn't sleep at night, and had a fit of chattering, and no one came to listen to me. I was thinking again, what is the basic question of literature.At 3:45 this afternoon my answer is: What kind of life can a person have.Who can give a wonderful answer to this question?When people have mud up their necks? It is a pity that there are so many people who have missed the step from teenager to adult, so the good side of life is said goodbye to them forever.It is a pity that what is plainly written in all good books is never understood and misunderstood in man's humble beginnings.There is a chorus of vulgar forces in the world, and it is a pity that whoever succumbs to it is forever lost.It is a pity that there are countless mentoring gentlemen who are molding others in their own image.

Chinese people are really scary!There are many, many Chinese people who live in the world and do nothing, just wander around and rush to find something.For example, Liu Xinwu wrote "Head Teacher", which was not bad. He said, "Life is more than that!" Countless people rushed up to him and said repeatedly, "You are so right! You are amazing! You are the head teacher, right?" ? Tsk tsk, children are too bad these days." It was so creepy.I think it all sucks. What kind of life can a person have?This question is really profound.I can't answer.I know that all that is in the past is in the past.The Hugo fraternity storm is over.The storm of Romain Rolland's "love of beauty" has passed.From Hemingway to others, the negativity has passed.The sea has calmed down, and people can live comfortably again.car.washing machine.Chinese people buy TVs and build large wardrobes, all of which are incompatible with my personality.Someone learning to dance, someone walking in the moonlight, someone washing a child's diapers, all of which are out of my league.Someone interprets the revolutionary ideal to make it more plausible.It's a good job.

But I am more concerned about human affairs.Man should really be a giant.All that is available to man in the world is not what the virtuous gentlemen say.They are all idiots.People cannot be parasites, nor can they be rogues.No one should be dead-hearted and unwilling to stand up from the mud puddle. I thought again of the goddess of victory carved in stone by the Athenians.She flies high.Victory is such a beautiful word, one should love victory.Victory is happiness.I believe so.wish you happiness. Wang Xiaobo June 6