Chapter 6 this generation thing

Cold rain outside the study window Father was sitting on the cushioned sofa by the window in the study, holding a freshly brewed Tieguanyin in both hands, the white smoke curled up, half-covering his windy and frosty face sadly, and the blue velvet bottom of the sofa was sprinkled all over the place. The emerald green bamboo leaves set against the clump of bamboo trees outside the window, which shows the ingenuity.Because it was dusk after the rain, a few frogs croaked from the lotus pond on the other side of the yard, and the study became even more silent.The eighteen-year-old boy held his breath and stood beside the red sandalwood desk four or five steps away from the sofa. He could recite a pair hanging on the left wall without looking up: "Nanyun Wangqi Thousands of Purples, Hualu Luoxiang Ten Thousand Mu Orchids "; the one behind the bonsai flower stand on the right is: "The family heirloom has a good way, but it is thick, and it is unremarkable but straightforward in the world."A pair of ebony glass bookcases stood neatly on both sides of the south-facing lattice window. When my father went out when I was a child, he would always secretly search through the old books and paintings in the cabinets. Song Dynasty flowers, birds, Ming people, landscapes and Qing Dynasty inscriptions can be closed. The eyes come out.The wall lamp is like a dream; taking a look at the clump of thick, thick and young brushes in the blue and white pen container on the desk, thinking of my childhood, I actually hated He Shaoji for no reason.Father took a sip of tea and said, "Go to see Uncle Song first when you arrive in Taipei, you know?" Noisy, it's raining outside the window again.

Roll up the half bamboo curtain The cold rain for two days turned the campus in Tainan into a pastel ink painting.Su Xuelin staggered with a black umbrella and rushed to speak the Ci of Chu.The teacher who taught the Three Principles of the People shook the roof tiles of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences.Shakespeare used Beijing movies to teach Romeo and Juliet to fall in love.The military training instructor blew bursts of gunpowder, blood and sweat on the begonia leaves on the blackboard.Feng Junlai took the history of English literature with his students to embark on Qiao Shi's pilgrimage.American missionaries sang the requiem to the poet of Leaves of Grass over and over again.The English lady who taught Xueshan League put her face on Hemingway's furry chest and couldn't hear the bell for the end of get out of class.Rib rice with poached eggs for dinner and mung bean soup with coffin board supper are not enough to satisfy the existentialism of Saudi Arabia.Shagang's smiles floated in the waltz melody of the ancient capital ballroom, and at dawn, they all settled into the soy milk bowls published by Wenxing Magazine Wenxing Series.Kangliang Yimo and Hu Shiwencun can only push open a crack in the door of modern history, and say goodbye at the door of the girls' dormitory at eleven o'clock can be regarded as rolling up the half-bamboo curtain of Chinese culture.The lights went out, and the instructor next door left Russia and snorted in China and rushed back to his hometown in Laiyang to visit his elderly mother.When I quietly went to the back of the dormitory to wash my face, I heard Lao Wu, a retired worker, muttering to himself in a hoarse voice in the toilet: "Damn it, the carbine is broken again!"

gift to lenin "Damnyou, Engand" John Osborne's roar did not break Alice's Wonderland: the British hid under Queen Victoria's round skirts to eat the crumbs of the eighteenth century, and crept quietly for fear of waking up the elderly. The ancestors scolded them for being worthless.London is a quiet library: people's skin color, their origin.Classes are like books in a library, they are divided into categories and boundaries are drawn.No one has to pretend to be sentimental: "Dear", "Honey", "Dajin" to get your lip marks all over your face for the sake of a two pound ninety-nine pence deal.In 1976, when the leftists criticized the government for cutting funding, Chancellor of the Exchequer Healy called them "out of the irtiny Chinese minds"!The essence of Western culture is: "In Godwet rust, there stpaycash"; in such a detached ideological background, Westerners oppose the Communist Party just to prove a set of philosophical theories, and pro-Communist just to find fault with a political formula. There is not a drop of blood in it. Passion, nostalgia with a little tear.Armand Hammer, the chairman of Occidental Petroleum Corporation, gave Lenin a bronze sculpture in 1922, carving a monkey sitting on a stack of books and meditating on human skeletons, one of which was Darwin's Origin of Species!A few years ago, Hammer and his wife were organizing a trade center in Moscow. Brezhnev heard that Mrs. Hammer didn't like the Lenin suite in the long-stay tourist hotel, so he immediately ordered them to be given an apartment house.On that day, a South Korean student at the University of London asked a question: "How do you say in English that the Chinese and the thieves are not at odds?" "I don't have time to think about it. I will leave the day after tomorrow and return to Hong Kong."

Hong Kong, stable Hong Kong Dada manifesto: "No more painters, no more writers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more royalists, no more imperialists, no more Anarchists, no more socialists, no more Bolshevists, no more politicians, no more proletarians, no more enemies, no more police, no more states, no more No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more of these dream-talking idiots." -- only the government of "somebody fainted" and the news agency of "somebody's treat." general, you can do this In the restaurant of Taoyuan Zhongzheng Airport, I talked with a major general about the future of Hong Kong and the issue of cross-strait reunification.The major general said: "Unification? Didn't we all do it for nothing in the past few decades!?" There was no wind or rain, and the plane took off on time.