Chapter 61 live and grow old

live and grow old Feng Tang Day by day, year by year, I don't know how to put candles on the birthday cake, but I always feel that I am still young. Not old yet. My mother and father are still alive. They can still eat two steamed buns and drink a bowl of porridge for a meal. They can also tie an electric speaker around the waist of Wulong Pavilion in Beihai and sing "I am a girl" loudly. They can also sharpen a kitchen knife to kill live chickens. Butcher grass carp.My hair is not gray at all, and there is no fat on my thighs. I turn ten pages of "History of the Ming Dynasty" and "Hanshu", and I can still hear my heartbeat suddenly. I have delusional thoughts: if you are rich, you will be wise, if you are poor, you will be wise, and Lin Biao will become a man at the age of twenty-eight. Army commander, Yang Zhenning won the Nobel Prize at the age of thirty-five, maybe the world will be in chaos next year, work hard, shit luck, I can still catch the elevator that goes straight to the Peak Tower.The old friend was sitting opposite the golden fried squab, wearing a small gown printed with bird feathers, drinking a two-pack of Xiaoerguotou through a straw, bowing his head, his hair was black and slowly falling from the light under the light. The sides hang down.When she sucked off the second bottle of Xiaoerguotou, I still forgot the wrinkles around her eyes and her husband who sold double-star rubber shoes in Malta. I thought she was beautiful and magnificent.

But when I read the words of a certain girl on the Internet, "Get Out", "Fake Life", for the first time, I felt the generation gap, and I was getting old. Those words, wild grass, wild flowers, wild boars and pheasants ran wildly, the wind and rain fell, the sun was too hot, so many people ran naked at eight or nine o'clock in the morning just after going to work.I know that these words are out of the aesthetics of my generation, but at the same time I feel their undeniable power.I know that once a person has this feeling, he is old, as if an old boxer sees a new boxer who has no rules and no sense of beauty, but he can be beaten without getting tired, just like Wei Chunhua sees Su Xiaoxiao. I have learned acupuncture and massage with tongue splitting, but I have never learned Sichuan cuisine and Cantonese cuisine Lu Huaiyang, but there is invincible youth in every pore.

Codewords, in fact, are really nothing special, one of instinct.If you have fists, you can hit people, if you have thighs, you can stand on the street, and you can put what you want to say on paper. Who says it's not words?It’s really no big deal for a child to be able to code. No matter how small, they already have fists and thighs. "Book of Tang" says that Bai Juyi mastered the rhythm at the age of nine, Feng Tang wrote it at the age of seventeen, Cao Yu wrote "Thunderstorm" at the age of nineteen, and Zhang Ailing wrote it at the age of twenty-two. Even if you look at the juvenile works of late bloomers , the basic quality and temperament are already there, but no one noticed at the time, thinking that the old hooligan did not become a hooligan until he was forty or fifty years old.So I don't want to simply and rudely classify a certain girl as a post-80s just because of her age.Sticking a label and pulling a dozen people is the easiest way to occupy a place in the history of literature: in modern times abroad, there are lost generation, beat generation, and magical reality. After the "Gang of Four" in China, there were scar faction, avant-garde faction, ruffian faction, after deepening reform and opening up, there was lower body, post-70s, beautiful writers, liquid writing, post-80s, all the way down, the label design became more and more entertaining, More and more sleazy, more and more unimaginative.

Literature, in fact, is very remarkable, it has nothing to do with code words, and has nothing to do with age.One thousand and fifty years ago, Li Yu said: "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong".In one thousand and fifty years, how many emperors and generals have lived and died, how many great businessmen and CEOs have become rich and poor, how many pagodas have collapsed, and how many species have disappeared.One thousand and fifty years later, in a small Sichuan restaurant called "Fulu" in Beijing, seated by the window, I heard a pair of young men and women, with reddened eyes, say: "The forest flowers have withered the spring red, too hastily." , Naturally, it is helpless that the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."In a small pizzeria next to the APM docks in New Jersey, Old Bob and I sipped mugs of hot coffee in the winter.Contract negotiations, we arrived early and needed to kill an hour.Old Bob said that he was also a bad boy when he was a child, and he also wrote poems. Then he picked up a pen and wrote his first creation silently on the back of the contract draft: "If you are a flower, I am a butterfly, and I am tired of being by your side all day long." And. When the morning dew comes and drops you off, I hope I am the morning dew, not a butterfly."I said, it was written for your first love, Bob nodded, his fifty-five-year-old face turned red.

In fact, the old boxer fears the new boxer not because he is strong enough to be beaten, but because the new boxer has a murderous intent.Wei Chunhua was afraid of Su Xiaoxiao, not because of her invincible youth, but because of Su Xiaoxiao's lingering enchantment that she didn't even know about.The text of a certain girl waved her fists and stood with her thighs crossed indiscriminately on the street. Through the dust of entertainment and the haze of obscenities, I vaguely smelled the literature that made me grow old overnight. 2005/1/20