I first picked up this topic very casually.Because I want to write something similar to "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", show it to my little sister, and let her read it so well that she can talk about it in front of her sick mother at home, so as to make the old man happy.It was written down without a noble purpose like this, and what I wrote was interesting things in the past and present that I cited as a half-dream, as long as it was enough for this kind old man to temporarily forget her sorrow in her troubles, my Work is a kind of proud work.Unexpectedly, I wrote the fourth chapter, and looking back, I have turned this kind-hearted, well-educated rabbit into a Chinese-style character (or should be said to be a rabbit with Chinese gentleman tendencies).At the same time, I also wrote Alice wrongly. I have nothing to do with the former book. It seems that I intend to use this famous book to flaunt my article which is out of style, but the result is so far away. Far, just like many people recently put any article under a popular slogan and shouted it, but it is basically the same old thinking.This can only be considered a failure of my work this time.

I made Mr. John Nuoxi, who came to China, a character who could not amuse children, and Miss Alice lost a lot of her innocence.When this disadvantage was discovered to me, I hardly dared to write any more.I can't melt the deeply painful situation of society into a kind of pure and innocent comedy, and become something without dross. The irony and explicitness make it superficial. I really thought about starting another way to make up for it.But you can't do it without writing.I have already prepared the introduction of this work, and I don't dare to be confident that it will be better than this if I go another way.All the things that must be vented in my heart seem to be unable to melt into a softer shape.I also thought that this is the way to do it. Maybe after the rabbit and the pastor’s daughter came to China, they really only saw these things, so I still wrote them down.

It has nothing to do with the previous book, so I have to make a statement here. The title of this book can be regarded as an excuse. Generally speaking, it is slightly different in nature than asking for a famous person's signature. In this book, since there is no way to think about it, if we can remedy this failure, if we can think about the handling of words and humor, of course it can also become a kind of children's book.It is a pity that this hope has failed again.Brilliance is close to genius, beauty is strength, and this is roughly related to the so-called academic ability.I haven't read any books. It's not that I don't want it to be good, but I only want this kind of achievement. I'm really ashamed.

Speaking of academic ability, I haven't read any books, and I have a few words.I did not study, so it is not so much an opportunity as an interest.I am grateful to a few senior gentlemen whom I admire, and good friends who enthusiastically supported and encouraged me to work. After I served as a conscript for four years, when I stayed in Beijing, they helped me study with materials and encouraged me with spirit. I want to learn; in terms of material things, maybe I forget the money as soon as I use it.In terms of spirit, I have been able to preserve the lessons of these good teachers and helpful friends very well.But when I was young, my life was too loose. I looked at myself, even if my mind was still extremely healthy, I had become a person who was very lazy to walk on the so-called "knowledge" of the world.Whip doesn't work either.

The whip of life is very powerful, but it is still useless to me.It is not difficult for me to have fifty associations on a trivial matter.If I have to read a sentence fifty times, I will forget it after a while.I am embarrassed by this myself.The pain of life is not intangible.After being poor, I always went hungry and asked for help fifty times, but I spent money after I got it, and I never once seriously planned for tomorrow.It’s not that I don’t forget all the difficulties, and even if I understand it, I can’t live with a certain purpose-in this matter, I’m happy to find another fifty goals.Temper is so cast, who can blame it?Because of this hard temper, willing to understand me and finally because of the limited approach, I still misunderstood what I was disappointed with, there are some elders, and there are also friends.I'm in so much pain for this.

I think I can explain myself.The so-called understanding is of course not something that can be achieved by confessing, but I still hope to use various words to make others understand me a little bit more. I myself think that I am a very ordinary person.Under an old concept, I can still conclude that I am a bad person. The bad thing is that I don't recognize the "morality and benevolence" that is exclusive to all rich people.Looking at me from a new perspective, I will not be a good person, because I am too calm about everything to let others go crazy.But I don't lack the unique taste of a person, and I don't lack the personality beauty of that ordinary person.I really understand that I think I am a useless person, and if you don’t interact with me after being disappointed, it’s nothing.I really think that I still have some cuteness, and regard me as the most intimate brother, and I also know how to treat others well, and give them my whole heart.If you don't know my loveliness, if you have a misunderstood friendship because of something else, and if you feel disappointed because of another little thing at another time--this "love" and "hate" are very painful for me. "Hate" is actually based on "love", which has a correct logic in me; when I hate myself, I love myself very much.I hate my own stupid and wrong behavior more than all the people dislike me.However, it seems that I have received too much of a false contempt from other people's faces, words, and actions!What makes me feel miserable when I was born in this world is not being poor, not having no women who love me, but this misunderstood contempt.Except for a few family members, and a few close friends, there are many people who are called acquaintances, and none of them can really feel what kind of person I am from the beauty of my spirit.Love is not all the love I have, and hate is not all the hatred I am all about. I just live in this injustice!Naturally, this kind of injustice is a very common thing among human beings. If we don't pursue it, we will naturally pass it by in a muddle.Unfortunately I can't do it again.I have been ignorant of thinking, I have been ignorant of learning, but in the end I saw that my other will to seek compromise in life failed miserably under the speculation of a trivial matter, and I only made it sad that life is a poor opportunity.It seemed to me that I was born with only the opportunity to be despised, and that misunderstood love and hatred trapped me and prevented me from being a quieter person.I don't understand why when I was born, all the pride and exaggerated blessings that a person should have, can't be found in me!Realizing that what I am living is only being wrongly loved and hated by such so-called companions, besides intentionally walking my path from fantasy to the contact with beauty and love, it will enable me to survive in this world with strength and loneliness , there is really nothing else to do.I already feel the hopelessness of spiritual communication between people in real life, and I can't live carelessly, and I can't die decisively. I only build a world from my own mind, entrust words to preserve it, and look forward to the heart and heart of another era. If you first admit that life's muddleheadedness is pitiful, and this is beyond the expectations of real life, you will only feel more pitiful.

It's just a fuss, who can understand me in the slightest?Because I just feel that putting this world on a person's mind also thinks that life is lovely. In order to maintain the vitality of this mind and body, I sell the finished articles to places where I can get money. , I am usually considered by many people to be a "hack".Recently, I received a warning that in another period like this, there will be a chance of beheading, as long as someone succeeds, it will be unavoidable.As someone like me, who has never known the so-called factions and party affiliations, and I have received such warnings, I can see that the Chinese people deliberately mix literature, politics, and emotion together at a certain time and place, which is ridiculous and terrible!It is said to be killing, maybe it is said to have fun or to express a sense of injustice from unknown sources.As for misunderstood me, adding the name of "cracker" to the mouth of strangers who are barely acquainted with the same way, the motive for speaking is nothing more than wanting to elevate myself as a pure artist, which is considered Nothing happened once.So I hope that in the mouths of this generation of artists, his contempt will always be maintained, and it will help him a chance to refresh himself.But because of this, how many friends don't think that I am a person who only cares about remuneration?Simply so is also good.Let me also add that this book took me 30 days to write. The explanation of these days is that I have no ambition to ask people to boast that I am a genius. The owner of this book, because of the short time available, is afraid of offering a low price--a hacker is really unavoidable.If someone is trying to find out from this aspect, that aspect, behavior, and words that I am a contemptible person who can rely on him, that is the previous sentence, and it is really the best proof.

In this book, which I admit to failure, I want to introduce it to other friends who are willing to read my article. This is my first long article.This long trial work may still be said to be worth reading. Congwen in Shanghai Shanzhongli