Chapter 39 middle age is afternoon tea

one Middle age is the most embarrassing.The age when you can't sleep before dawn.An age that only feels emotion but not emotion: an age where there is only sadness but no anger.Middle age is the age to kiss a woman's forehead not her lips: it's the age to take stomach medicine with espresso.Middle age is afternoon tea: I forget whether my childhood breakfast was porridge or steamed buns; the young people’s lunch has not yet digested the mutton with rock sugar, hoofs, scallions, and scallions; I have no idea whether the dinner of the elderly should be steamed grouper or braised tofu; After the age of eighty, the night snack is even more vague: a square of biscuits?A glass of milk?In short, this afternoon tea is an afternoon to take a cup of the past, cut a piece of nostalgia, and squeeze a few drops of hope.It is not in a Victorian place like Xiahui in London, nor in a place like Su Xuelin in the ice room opposite Chenggong University, nor in a place like Wen Yiduo in Liulichang in Beiping. But there is no Eliot, no Hu Shizhi, no Zhou Zuoren of Hong Kong.The poet Pound was too naive to say that middle age is full of fun, and one of the joys is discovering that what you did was right, and that you were more right than what you thought and did when you were seventeen or twenty-three.People have been to the bone, but the sky is still vague; unexpectedly, the poet is even more vague than the sky!Middle age is the age when you can't get tired of Tai Jingnong's words and can't see Picasso's paintings: "The sound of spring in the mountains and the night tide, the sky with white clouds in the sky; the east wind is not green, the Qinhuai willows are green, and the mountains and rivers are the Six Dynasties!"

two Middle age is the age when distracting thoughts grow longer and articles become shorter.But while Napokov was in Paris waiting to go to the United States, he hid in the bathroom and wrote books all night, not daring to wake up his wife and baby.Dostoevsky missed the blue sky with white lights in St. Petersburg in the middle of the night, saying that this kind of sky made it difficult and unnecessary for people to go to bed, so that they could continue to write.Thoreau lived alone all his life, and wrote that when John Brown was about to hang himself, he suffered from insomnia every night, with a pen and paper pressed under his pillow, and wrote in the dark at any time while tossing and turning.Thomas Mann got up at dawn every day in Venice before his death, took a cold bath, lit a few candles in front of the manuscript, and devoted himself to writing for two or three hours.Henry James wrote day and night, was famous and prolific, socialized night after night with famous men of letters, and when he got home in the middle of the night he could sit down and write sixteen pages of letters to his friends.They are all supermen: both distracting thoughts and articles.

Middle age is a dangerous age: either the brain is too busy and the sperm is too idle; or the sperm is too busy and the brain is too idle.Middle age is a date with no expectations: it doesn't matter if you come, it's better if you don't come!The middle-aged story is the story of the empty sperm: the sperm bounced around in the seminal vesicle day and night to exercise, saying that it would be the first to form a healthy fat baby in the future; one day, there was a burst of heat in the seminal vesicle, and tens of millions The sperm scrambled to go to the gate, and suddenly, the strong sperm turned around and ran back. Everyone asked him why he didn't rush to reincarnate?The big sperm gasped, "Fuck that! He's masturbating!"

three "Several volumes of incomplete books, half-window cold candles, left in the desolate room".This is middle age. The biography of "Book of Jin" records Ruan Xian, saying: "On July 7th, Ruan Sheng in the north dried his clothes, all of which were bright and beautiful. Xian hung a big cloth nose in the court with a pole. People may be strange. The answer: It cannot be avoided, Let's talk about Fuerer!" Everyone's clothes are so beautiful to dry, and people from poor families don't have many clothes to dry, so they have to hang out the coarse cloth shorts.

Middle age is the age of "if you can't get rid of the vulgarity, you can talk about it".