"The savage's etiquette is not only strict, it is simply terriblely strict." Does this counter-argument in Robert Lou's book Civilization and Barbarism suggest that the state of etiquette is indeed a barbaric state? Think about it by day, dream by night. In the dream, he wrote the article "Correct Nonsense and The Correctness of Nonsense: Dialectical Reflection on the Proposition that Literature is Anthropology"," which is impassioned, collapsing clouds and splitting the moon, layering into the clasp, and swallowing mountains and rivers. Just as she was feeling self-satisfied, suddenly the little chick cried, broke the dream, and the words were shattered without a trace, and the memory was traceless, and she couldn't get it back. (Attached to Tang Yunge's comments: There are many similar words, such as: the criticism of weapons, the weapons of criticism, the ideal reality, the ideal of reality, and so on.) ）
When I said that I was very fond of Gong Pengcheng's History of Chinese Literature, my friend immediately expressed his disapproval, saying that What Gong Pengcheng had learned was too complicated and unreliable. Can miscellaneous be a cause of unreliability? Is it reliable to spend a lifetime in a small corner? It is rare for a scholar to have a creative opinion, let alone make a lot of contributions, so why should we seek complete blame? Douban's article ("Criticism of Mr. Gong Pengcheng") is close to justice. I still asked Gong Zhu to express his preference. At hand is "Modern Trends of Thought and Characters". Turning to page 307, "Lu Xun's Case Study on the Interpretation of the History of the Chinese Novel", this article questions Lu Xun and his "Outline of the History of the Chinese Novel" in 30 pages, the purpose of which is not to enmish Lu Xun, but to explain the nature of the basic discourse model of the history of the Chinese novel established by Lu Xun in modern times by explaining Lu Xun's "insight" and "absence".
Suspense essay, title: On the world book day is not suitable for reading. Introduction: On World Book Day, I never read books. 1. Theoretical basis: Schopenhauer believes that the more books are read, the less things remain in the brain, and the two cause inverse comparisons, books and minds collide, emitting empty sounds; 2. Realistic basis: When society vigorously advocates what, it means what is missing, there should be two meanings, needs, and lacks. Text (20,000 words omitted here). Conclusion: Reading is originally small, but to tell the world, that is, not to be ashamed but to be proud. Repercussions: It is not immoral to look ugly, and it is immoral to run out of the festival to be scary. However, although the main advocate of World Book Day is not suitable for reading, he still found Tang Junyi's works to read. In fact, I have always disliked Tang Junyi's language style, and the word "Zigzag" can be seen everywhere, which reads like Mrs. Lin's hiccups and is not smooth. The unique passage ("The Experience of Life") "Talking about Nostalgia" can still be read.
In the era when innovative slogans are flying in the sky, the self-cast of the great word "ideological interpretation of righteousness", since then, this concept has walked the rivers and lakes and made a name for itself. A thousand words a day, half a month into one. Look around for it, be full of ambition for it, and hide it with a good knife. Hum hum ha, hum ha ha. Moreover, Labor Day is over, and I am still sitting on the stage, which is really worthy of its name. The so-called sitting platform is mainly to read books, and reading Zhang Bowei's compilation see this paragraph "Four Kinds of Rare Poetry of the Song Dynasty". Holiday reading has a characteristic, that is, while reading while wandering, it has been consistent for many years. See page 261, Fang Zhi Hezhou Peach Blossom Dog is so tall, The Royal Dog! Thinking of yesterday, Dr. Weiyou A spent fifteen hundred yuan to buy a golden retriever, why not choose the Hezhou Peach Blossom Dog.
Thinking stuck, take a walk around the street. When the summer heat came, the arms were slightly exposed, and mosquitoes gathered into soldiers. I really envy those whose thighs are exposed, sitting in the grass and being safe. I think of Fu Xuan's "Mosquito Endowment" of the Jin Dynasty: "Water and grass are gradually ruddering, and breeding sins and mosquitoes." Engraving Zhu Rui in autumn, thorn saw is good for mang. No fetal eggs and metamorphosis, natural wings and can fly. Zhaomengxia began with the Ming Dynasty and did not fade until the autumn of the season. The crowd is blazing and numerous, and the sound of movement is thunder. The wretched poison is to feed the flesh to cure hunger. Obstructing the agricultural work in the south acre, and the waste female workers in the pen machine. "Not far away, raining and pouring. Therefore, reading forbidden books behind closed doors on rainy nights still has a thrilling effect. Suddenly, I remembered that the "Chinese Dynasties Banned Rare Edition Novels" (all three volumes of hardcover) purchased in September 1996 had been moved several times and did not know the end, regret, regret, regret.
I had a strange dream: my left hand was carrying the taste of mountains and treasures, and my right hand was carrying waste and rags, walking in the wilderness, when I suddenly saw a huge garbage pool, I quickly threw my hands away, but my left hand threw it up; I thought it was a pity, and I endured the fishy and foul smell to pick it up; my right hand finally forgot to throw it off. What is this dream? What are the signs? Please ask a micro-friend who studies psychoanalysis to help analyze it. It was still raining. Morning reading, reliving the course of beauty. The title page of this book is stamped with the square seal of "Heaven and Earth Bookstore", which was obtained from a friend's bookshelf more than twenty years ago, and there is a way to borrow and not return. That "Heaven and Earth Bookstore" must have been closed long ago? In the 1990s, the southeast corner of the self-proclaimed cultural desert, a county-level city with a population of 300,000, had more than a dozen bookstores and sold all kinds of academic works, which was actually very culturally tasteful. The desert, presumably, is self-effacing, well-clothed and well-fed, and knows honor and disgrace, and is building its spiritual civilization environment in a down-to-earth manner.
On Children's Day, Changchun student Xing Yaowen traveled thousands of miles to visit me in Chongqing and sighed. In the evening walk, the chick followed the big chick, counted the stars for a while, and practiced the orangutan roar tirelessly. For several days in a row, my life state felt like this homemade compass, the material was discarded cardboard, stained with sweat, and it was inscribed with a somewhat garbled crepe poem, "The Problem of Guilt": A couple of lovers walking through the desert / carrying heavy time... (The whole poem is scattered in the tick grid, see back). In the meantime, I sometimes feel fulfilled, that is, when I read Guangsheng's "Supplementary Notes on the Poetry of Houshan". In the past, I only knew the name of Guangsheng, but after reading his book recently, I knew that Mr. Shizhi was really a master-level scholar, far from being comparable to the current title scholar. I don't know if it is because reading makes people tired in the excitement of psychedelicism and exhaustion, and it is a few nights of dreams, strange, quite narrative meaning. Unfortunately, it was always difficult to repeat, only a dream had a vague mark, but it was a dream that he fell into a deep cliff, and actually landed safely, but his calf was sore and numb for a while; he did not look for the secret of the world's martial arts, but he did not succeed, and then looked for the cliff to live in the supreme hero, still unsuccessful. How is it different from the routine of the martial arts plot?
Cloudy, rainy. A branch and a leaf are always concerned, a trace of life, early in the morning to read "Lü's Spring and Autumn", sighed one of the fables: "The people on the sea have good dragonflies, every time they live on the sea, from the dragonfly to the dragonfly, the dragonfly is more than one, before and after the left and right dragonflies, all day long play without going." His father told him, 'The dragonflies are taken from the dwelling of the women, and I will play with them.' 'Tomorrow on the sea, and the dragonfly has nowhere to go.' "Fun things, how can you abuse them?" However, I don't have much fun to share. Ren Guanglu's "Zhuxi Chronicle" Yun: I can't compete with the powerful for the victory of the pond pavilion flower stone, I can take all the land alone, and I can fill the garden without labor, and it is enough. Re-evaluate their IQ, it is indeed low, do everything bumpy, must rely on perseverance, slowly trying, to get one or two results.