Reading "No Two" produces a string of nagging

Text/Wang Ning

Some people are drinking and nagging endlessly, bandits like me are not drunk when they drink a pound of eight liquors, but they read a thin book but talk a lot, and the whole thing is no less than an alcoholic.

After reading Feng Tang's translation of the "Collection of Birds", I felt that he was not an ordinary wayward person. The "Flying Bird Collection" that I watched before was translated according to Tagore's mind, and this time I watched it was simply a naked Feng Tang version of "Asuka Collection". Then, under my contempt and ridicule, he finally triumphed. Because I bought "No Two" online, and I had already read the electronic version with my mobile phone the moment I received the courier.

Never look up to him just because he's a writer and has published a few books. All that appeals to it is the still young heart. Because I was also young, I also wrote the same lack of heart and eyes but self-proclaimed "Red Cloud Short Song" in middle school. If Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, and Li Zhi had listened to his nonsense and would not have crawled out of the grave and pinched his nose and slapped his big mouth, I would not have had to worry about the originally fictional Cui Yingying and The Red Lady coming to visit my house. The only curiosity is whether Mr. Wang Shifu slept soundly underground.

The perfection in the novel always reflects the shortcomings of real life, so I still sympathize with Feng Tang' second goods.

Last night I threw the book on the couch and said my husband had a bad stomach and 80% of the food poisoning. He asked, "You bought books again?" ”

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I bought a yellow book." ”

Saying this is just to scare and frighten the simple little masters. Compared with Jia Ping's poor donkey skills in "Waste Capital", I still think that Feng Tang's indiscretion is more appetizing. Although some of the plots are familiar, these plots really belong to Feng Tang, who has flesh and blood at this moment. Most of the people who watch "Waste Capital" are due to the gimmick of banned books. Most of the people who watch "No Two" are looking for their true selves. I really want to ask you: Who said this is the Yellow Book! Uncle is not convinced! This is clearly the most beautiful love word that stirs people's heartstrings! Color is not yellow, empty but not vain, flashy but not vulgar, enchanting but not charming. Feel like you write an elegant try! I'll go.

First of all, I have to emphasize that I read this book in a place where there are many people. When monks and nuns flooded into a synonym for filth, I did not think about it, but found my own peace and relief.

Feng Tang definitely read more books than I did, and if he read too much, it was inevitable that he would not go deep enough. The book mentions that ten grains of rice are put in a bowl, and it becomes a bowl full of rice. I think of the five loaves and two fish that Jesus fed five thousand people. It is also reminiscent of the ancient legend that Pangu opened the sky and incarnated all things. In the Old and New Testaments, "In the beginning God created heaven and earth"; in mythology, Nuwa created man; in the Bible, God created man from dust; and legend has it that co-workers angered the mountains and caused floods. The Bible has God punishing the wicked for the flood of heaven... Is all this a coincidence? But don't forget that there were no computers, no mobile phones, no advanced means of transportation. It is safe to say, then, that these things have all happened, only in circulation because of the will or purpose of certain people or certain classes. But there is only one truth.

The Buddha said that all things have no beginning. I'm not going to refute anything, but I'm going to ask you: Does our universe have a beginning or a beginning? So is there a cause or no cause? Was this beginning made up by something eternal or made up of some eternal individual?

The Buddha said that everything is empty. I have to ask again: What do you eat for? What do you do when you go to the sutras and enlightenment? What do you do with an idol made of clay? As Feng Tang said in the book: What is the use of your big **! Why is it that when it is said that everything is empty, the abbot of the great multi-lord is doing nothing like a layman?

The Buddha said that this life is cultivated in the next life. I went on to ask: Do you believe in the afterlife? Do you believe that in the next life you will become a pig, a flower, a tree, a different person? I also believe in the dust, and then out of the dust arise endless possibilities. But I don't believe my soul would fit into an animal or a plant, or even an inanimate object.

What do you ask me to believe? I only believe in science, so I believe in God more. Before you question my faith, you have to do your homework:

The attitude of the British astronomer Sir Bernard Lovell toward the origin of the universe;

Colombian astronomer and geologist Jastro on the origin of the universe;

3. Stanley Miller's suspicious experiments;

Fourth, the left and right rotation of amino acid molecules;

V. Under what circumstances Did Darwin publish The Theory of Evolution, and what he attributed in his old age;

Why only people are conscious. Why do humans have the ability to ask questions, and some questions are more about the meaning of life;

7. The immortality of matter and the transformation of energy and matter;

(viii) the restoration of Israel;

9. Archaeology;

10. The True Meaning of Life.

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Often the more we know, the more we see that we know very little. Some people have no faith, so they have nothing to fear. But I think that without faith, it is more of a kind of faith that sits in the well and looks at the sky, arrogant, and invincible. Nightshade, are you, really, fearless?

You say, "Demons of the heart are like poisonous dragons, thousands of feet high." I said, "The rod that God gave to Aaron swallowed the serpent of the pharaoh and the wise man." "I am also like Dharma in "No Two", bent on fascination with Emperor Wu of Han. So sometimes pretending to be different in front of others. If you can't fall, drill the cave yourself, and never be confused again. I don't really want anything else, sometimes just for a little recognition. I will do what you will, and I will have everything I care about, so I don't want anything but the thrill of conquest. Although my willfulness is non-toxic and harmless, I know that this is my inner demon, my sin! Because I am not fearless, I will quickly digest bad thoughts, and then life will continue to be peaceful.

I no longer fantasize about the beauty of love, nor do I feel moved by anyone, but when I see Xuanji, dungeon, Han Yu, and their stories, I still want to cry. Trance remembers our old days as beautiful as their new marriage. But life is not love, but love is mixed with life. Han Yu's life has parents who seem to be good for himself, and I don't know if Xuan Ji has ever seen Han Yu's sisters and sisters, seven aunts and eight aunts. The mystery was gone, and they poured out a vain and poignant flower with tears. I stayed, and although the tears were no less than hers, I finally saw the flowers withering, the results... Then I smiled.

Life, Honshin, Fuji.

We will see our own shadow in Fuji. Maybe it's our friends, loved ones or teachers.

So my description of Feng Tang is not surprising, precisely because I understand.

We have been living in eroticism and can't escape. Only by calming down, smoothing out the weeds in the mud, and not allowing it to continue to take root and sprout, can we break through this thick and white lotus flower.

Hiroshi said, "Everything is understood, and everything is not wanted to have a way." ”

The red group said: "Impure and dirty, loyal and pure." ”

I said, "Eroticism is not pornography. ”