Chapter 14 It's a good word to live elsewhere.

Before 1968, Rimbaud created this sentence from his mouth or the tip of his pen. In 1968, this sentence was painted on the wall of the University of Paris; after 1968, Milan Kundera made it known to the world. . I use 1968 as a cutoff because I'm shocked that this sentence can appear on a wall.Almost all I see on the fences in China are "If you want to be rich, have fewer children and grow more trees", it seems that Chinese people have nothing else in their minds except to have children.So I think the walls of the University of Paris are the most tasteful walls in the world. In the twentieth century, this sentence was just a very common sentence, at best, it was just a philosophical sentence, and it didn't matter to me.And since the beginning of the 21st century, this sentence has been engraved in my mind over and over again every day.Like a copper plate corroded by concentrated nitric acid.There are many traces.vividly.indelible.

About Shanghai Enya said that everyone has a root, which is under the feet, and every step away from the homeland will be extremely painful. But I won't. My roots seem to be rooted in Shanghai, just like the human vagus nerve, so far away.This is somewhat unbelievable. I remember someone said that people who like Shanghai are very secular.I smiled, being a lunatic's drunken nonsense.Many people like Tibet, saying that it is a real place of inspiration, and most of them also allude to my Shanghai while stating that they like Tibet.So I asked them when Gesanghua opened Yangjinma and what direction the prayer wheel was turning, and they looked at me blankly.In fact, I like Tibet better than any of them, but I will not say I love you in Tibet all day just to show that I have good taste.That's superficial.In fact, when you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is.There is always gap between the words and feelings.

Xiaobei is my friend. Like me, she is not at her feet, she is in Beijing.She said that she likes the warm sunset reflected by the glazed tiles in Beijing, the thick and heavy light.Therefore, we have to live harder than others in the first 20 years of our lives. After 20 years, we will spend all our efforts to exchange for a blue-printed household registration, and then laugh or cry bitterly.Just when those boring Shanghainese were talking about Shanghai's vulgarity and looked disdainful, I was fighting for the vain tomorrow. Why let people who don't love Shanghai be born in Shanghai?God must be mistaken.

My classmate once walked around Fudan University for a whole day and showed me many photos.I looked at those old houses covered with ivy, and my eyes became a little blurred. I thought that was my real home.I am not a student of Fudan but I want to be a student of Fudan. This is the only connection between me and Fudan at present, which is a bit like unrequited love. My mother hopes that I will be a person who is content with the status quo, get into a cheap university, get a cheap major, marry a cheap marriage and have a cheap child, and finally lie in a cheap coffin and die cheaply. But I am destined to be a wandering person, drifting from one prosperity to another prosperity or desolation.There is a song that says: live in one place all your life, sleep next to one person all your life.I believe there is a place for everyone.fate.Therefore, every minute and every second, someone will start wandering with infinite longing and will stop wandering with satisfaction.

I like Shanghai because of its cultural heritage inherited from the 1920s and 1930s—prosperous yet desolate. Prosperous and desolate.Eileen Chang said so. In my heart, old Shanghai is an old film film, the screen is covered with white spots, without a single line, luxurious ladies and elegant gentlemen are smiling happily.Nightclub lights flood the city like the colors of Van Gogh.There is no background music, or it is too faint to show any traces. From time to time, it emerges from the screen and disappears like a light smoke, causing the screen to shake indescribably slightly. Who said: The lights lit up in the whole Shanghai are like a gorgeous cruise ship.

And my current city is somewhat ironic.In a word, it is a city like a countryside, a countryside like a city.Precisely this is the scariest.If it is a pure countryside, with clear mountains and clear waters, green grass and white butterflies, then I will embrace it without hesitation, without any explanation.If it is a city with its own characteristics, then I will open my arms without any reason.But it is not.Here are the so-called "get rich first" people who wear high-end suits and step on double NIKE. Smiling foolishly at the side, foolishly admiring the little corpses they made shaking in the wind.

So I stubbornly believe that my future life should be in Shanghai.Living elsewhere is my beautiful wish. The great Milan Kundera. Looking back at the above text, I am trying my best to advocate that if a person loves something, he does not need to explain it in a long way, but I am talking endlessly here.Don't I love Shanghai?Hey, Escher's strange circle. live elsewhere.This is for me and Shanghai. about text My mother said that you should take the economics or law department to avoid starvation, cold, wind, sun and rain in the future.In fact, her subtext is: just don't take the Chinese department.My mother knows a little bit of literature, so she knows that the life of a literati will not be rich, at least in terms of material life.And my mother loves me very much and doesn't want my life to be turbulent and doesn't want me to be too far away from home, so when I said that I want to take the Chinese Department of Fudan University, we had a big difference.The end result is that I make sacrifices, and big ones.I gave up my Chinese department to study science, and I am participating in the training for the National Chemistry Competition.My family was expecting me to show up, and I felt like it was hopeless and pointless.

I'm quick to pick up text of any sense.I used to read it in one day and then wrote more than 20,000 words of similar things the next day, which shocked my classmates.Although I think that kind of thing has almost no value in existence, time can easily drown it without leaving a trace. I casually threw away the essays that got full marks in the exam, but bound the essays that the teacher said had no connotation and put them in the drawer.I often write down my stories and show them to my classmates, and they are so moved. I like Shanghai and I also like characters, so I like the characters in Shanghai.

When I wrote the words above, I suddenly realized that the exquisite women who made my heart beat were all girls from Shanghai, such as Enya, Baby Anne, Xu Jia, Gu Xiang. I love Annie Baby and Su Tong's articles.Because both of them have peerless and gorgeous imagination and glamorous and flamboyant writing.More often than not I like a book for no reason or for very odd reasons.For example, I like the title of the book very much. Note that I said I like the title of the book.When I bought that book back, I didn't want to read what was written in it.But I still like the words "I'm dreaming of you".Later the teacher told me that was a wrong sentence.I was so stupid at the time, it turns out that what I have always liked is a sick sentence!

Maybe I read a lot of novels, so my brain has a strong ability to construct scenes.Many times when I watch a movie adapted from a novel, I think about how to shoot the next scene, and compete with the director.Very overreaching. My dream is to be able to advertise in the future, the kind that is extremely shocking, not just a good appetite.Xiaobei also wants to be an advertising person, but she seems to be more idealistic than me.I still have a lot of utilitarian emotions in it. I said that I want to run art as an entrepreneur, but Xiaobei said that she wants to run a business as an artist.I said that your company must have collapsed, and Xiaobei will collapse if it collapses.

The images in those novels often surface in life, such as the well about life, death and fate described by Su Tong, such as the cotton dress described by Baby Anne.I often think: In fact, the most perfect life of a person should be in the text, live like a movie, live like a novel, and finally live like a TV series. unreal life. Baby Annie says: Plato is a gorgeous masturbation. When I wrote this sentence on the scratch paper, my classmates were scared to death.He asked: What are you writing for?I said: Participate in new concepts.Then he was really scared to death. People who live in novels are actually the happiest. All the endings have been set. You just need to glide endlessly along the trajectory of fate. Fighting is useless, so just live and don’t care about the ending. Death or eternal life, this seems to be a great state of life. People who write novels are also very happy. Whoever offends you in life doesn’t matter, just write it into the novel. The good ones want to live, and the evil ones want to die. Li Bihua is so "vicious". It's nice to play God! live elsewhere.This is written for me and my words. about wandering I have always believed that wandering is a great realm, whether it is about the feet or the heart. I have always liked the plot of Fusang Ronin in martial arts novels very much. It is not Hari, but I am sensitive to the word Ronin. My netizen KK has been to many places, and he always set out on the road with his backpack on his back, wandering all the way and watching all the way.He told me that the snow in Tibet is very white and arrogant, and the bells in Suzhou are very thick and distant.Fog hidden Xiahong.Evening drum and morning bell. Once he asked me if you have been to Emei, I happily said that I have been, we first took the car and then took the cable car directly to the Golden Summit.We stayed in a five-star hotel and enjoyed the heating and took a lot of photos the next day. KK said that he climbed up with his feet, lived in many temples along the way, took a bath in the mountain spring, and almost caught a cold from the cold.I feel the oxygen around me when I listen to him become thinner and thinner.After listening to him, I felt really tacky and disgusting.I vomited in a mess. From that moment on I thought joining a travel agency was the stupidest thing possible.A large group of people were called around by the tour guide, like an aunt leading a kindergarten child.The aunt asked: Is it beautiful here?The children said: good-beautiful-beautiful-oh! It's really tacky and classy. There was a time when I was very fascinated by Sanmao.Not for anything else, just for the nervousness of running to the desert alone.At that time, it was my biggest dream to marry a woman like Sanmao and travel far together.But it hangs so high above my head that I have to look up, making my neck ache and knowing: it's out of reach. Later, I often sat in the coffee shop opposite the Xiqin Guild Hall and looked at the bustling street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Because here is the place with the most travelers. I hid behind the glass, peacefully looked at the people carrying luggage outside in the thick and smooth aroma of coffee, and imagined that the southern accent and northern tone permeated the entire sky.Occasionally provide my meager strength for foreigners.Their questions are usually very simple, nothing more than where is there a toilet, where can I buy tickets, where is there a hotel and so on.So even though my English is very poor, I can handle it. Generally, after they accept the help, they will say thank you and take out a wad of money, and I always smile and shake my head.Then their eyes will be very bright, and the corners of their mouths will turn up, showing beautiful white teeth. It's not like the newspapers say thumbs up and say OK. Once a college student named David gave me a tapestry he bought in Xinjiang.I hung it on the wall above my computer when I got home.Now I'm looking at it when I'm typing.In the tapestry there is sand mixed in, desert sand.My mom tried to wash it off and I swore I would die.Because it has the taste of desert that I yearn for.It disappears after washing. At the risk of digressing, I wrote all the above nonsense about dealing with foreigners in order to draw out this tapestry, and to draw out this tapestry to show that I am crazy about vagabonds to a certain extent. I once said: If one day I am rich or I have no money at all, I will start wandering.The deskmate said: Then you are either a mobile treasury or a wandering beggar.After speaking, he shook his hair, looking handsome or pretending to be handsome.Every time I use irony to say: handsome oh handsome oh so handsome oh.And he always uses "there is no most handsome but more handsome" to self-effacing or self-boasting.He is calmer than me, more realistic than me, and better at rational thinking than me. In short, he is more human than me.The most he said to me was: Don't hang in the air all day. But the land far away always has a wonderful warmth on the soles of my feet.I am determined. live elsewhere.This is written for me and my wanderlust. about money My relationship with money is rather ambiguous.We are lovers, I love her and she loves me. As I write this, I look around and breathe a sigh of relief that no one is paying attention.Now that it's safe I continue writing. The teacher said that it is beautiful and lovable to use "she" on inanimate things, such as the motherland.If the teacher sees me calling brother Kong Fang "she", then his expression will probably be very helpless, right? I feel like I've become bad all of a sudden. I love money, and it's nothing to hide.I got acquainted with a magazine and posted some sour articles on it, and then sat at home waiting for the payment. Money also seems to favor me.When I was working as a radio writer in the summer vacation, my net worth was 25 yuan per thousand words.When I left at the beginning of school, the director asked me to stay and said: How about 50 thousand characters?Because at that time my show had already started to catch fire.  The days after school started were uneventful.Occasionally, a classmate asked me if I liked the program about campus folk songs, and I said boldly: I like it, it is really a good program.Nobody knew I made that show. From then on, I knew that not going to college would not necessarily starve to death.But I still moved steadily towards Fudan along the trajectory drawn by my parents, and at the same time I was very relieved-life with a back road is always happy and unrestrained. I once learned flower arranging and pottery, and the original purpose was also so that I would not starve to death in the future. But the fast-paced life in high school made that memory very faint and blurry.Until that day a girl asked me about the black mandala What do flowers represent, I blurted out: representing unpredictable death and love.She said how do you know so much?So I remembered that I had learned flower arranging. I used to be able to easily recite the story of flowers, but I found it very boring at the time.If neither the sender nor the recipient knows, then white chrysanthemums can also appear between lovers.When I said this, the whole room laughed and said I was vicious. But now when I try hard to recall that period of laughter, it becomes very blurred, like a pencil drawing erased with an eraser, leaving only some mottled traces, and the low eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, which makes people sigh. I learned pottery after watching "The Love Between Humans and Ghosts", and the purpose is to chase after girls to show off more capital. I once had a piece of pottery, very thin very thin, representing my highest level.Of course my teacher can make it thinner.I say "was" because I don't have any now.It shattered. like my life. And now I walk quickly with my schoolbag on my back every day, hoping to go home quickly. My life used to be colorful, but it failed to grow up with me and slowly move forward through time.It watched me go further and further during the locked time. live elsewhere.This is for me and my show My Flowers My Pottery. about what If there is anything left to say, forget it. Now I work hard to learn foreign languages ​​every day, drink Maxwell every day, think about Shanghai and Fudan every day, and I feel a dull pain in my heart. I don't know if this kind of life is a kind of happiness, if it is, it is the best, if not, there is no way. As for my life here or elsewhere, I forgot a hundred years ago.