Liu Ding's surname is Bai, when he was studying, he was not serious, the teacher let him read the text, the villa was read as Beiye, so he dropped a nickname called Bai Ding, which proved to be very consistent with him, because later he came back from the county town to describe that he was in the county town majestic (Rinrin) drinking the ring (Rongzi) wine, and the street was full of Oyu (Audi).
Almost every time I saw Liu Ding, he held a book, such as "Analects", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Drifting", etc., each time it was different, I was very skeptical that he could understand those after graduating from junior high school, my suspicions about him were justified, because we were at the same table for three years in junior high school, I was in front of him in every exam, I was forty-one, he was forty-one, our class had forty-two classmates, one was transferred at the first time of junior high school, our grades were very stable, no matter how the ranks of other students changed, it had no impact on us at all.
Liu Ding quite a sense of homecoming, just by virtue of the shiny big back and a line of head to look envious, blue jeans white tourist shoes show lines, fashion and health, the key is the T-shirt, red orange yellow green blue purple almost all have, the pattern is large as a bowl mouth, small as a needle tip, like a rose like a peony like a peony, especially easy to remind people of the image of a drug lord in the jungle of Yunnan on TV. The most important thing was to bring back a woman who was better looking than everyone on the painting, with beautiful eyebrows, big eyes crystal clear, a high nose bridge like a jade micro-standing, red lips burning like flames in the blood of the village bare sticks, four feet eight nine, thin legs and long waist.
The night I drank with Liu Ding, I found that Liu Ding knew almost everything, knew astronomy and geography, and shibetsu for three days, and really looked at it with astonishment. It's just that Liu Ding didn't say anything about how to survive outside for many years, only said that he came back to plan to live a stable life, renovate the house after a while, plant the land well, life is nothing more than the pursuit of a realm, Su Dongpi also picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence to see the South Mountain leisurely, contented people are easy to be happy. After three rounds of drinking, Liu Ding said that he wanted to become a poet in the future, and opened his mobile phone to let me see his masterpiece:
Out of the womb
We are all wanderers
Where there is a mother, it is the hometown
Graves covered with weeds are the way to go
Remember, bring poetry
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I can't understand poetry, I don't know if it counts as poetry, I don't dare to evaluate whether it is a deep understanding of life and life or nonsense, I still bless him, I wish him to become a poet, a poet who is more cattle than Su Dongpi, and at the same time I am very envious of his courage to dare to pursue ideals, when I followed him to watch "Shooting Eagle", I wanted to become Jin Yong, when I watched "White Deer Plain", I wanted to become Chen Zhongzhong, in fact, earlier, I also wanted to become Andersen.
The night before he was taken away by the public security bureau, all the dogs in the village barked at his house, and it was said that he and the woman made an extraordinary movement, and the neighbors heard the sound that resembled pain and soul-destroying intestines for two hours, and the dog went from hoarse to weak, which was a joke in the village, but then no one mentioned it, because everyone, like me, regarded that kind of wantonness as a catharsis of the foreshadowing of the arrival of bad luck.
Liu Ding was sentenced to death in the first instance, executed immediately, burglarized eight times, and murdered one. The woman, together with Liu Ding and a gang, were accomplices and sentenced to twelve years' imprisonment.
I vaguely remember Liu Ding's poem:
Ice pillow slept with water
When he woke up, he died in the water
Went
Proof has come
Liu Ding was shot for ten years, I began to learn to write poetry, so I thought of Liu Ding, thought of the truth, goodness and beauty and false evil and ugliness actually coexisted, I was conflicted about whether to see the complex world with simple eyes or to feel the simple world with complex thoughts.