Oh, wine, wine, this thing...

Speaking of wine, I am sighing, facing the sunset, standing on the edge of the lake, or standing on the window and standing silent until the night sleepless long sigh ---

On my body, around me, inside and outside, the wine is for me, not only the wine into the intestines, the moonlight, the poetry and the book, the entertainment, the smoothness, and the like, but the layer of color that has been driven away from the breath of the wine. Swinging the chest, in the other domain of the border--this area is dismissive after the externalization of the people---- some years of experience and emotional distortions! Think of it is not only a deep "culp" Take, it is a look back to nowhere, a trace of despair and disillusionment feels twisted from time to time!

Drunken into Hong Kong, a sword and a throat, the eyes are fascinated, the sword is slanting, and it is the result of inviting a lot of rivers and lakes and waves, making it difficult to turn into the water to feed the fish, and then there is that kind of speech disorder And acting as a person completely gone, deeper and deeper, and finally fell into an inability to extricate themselves, nowhere to go!

The first drink was when I was a child, I was so intoxicated and unhappy, so I stole one or two mouths. In addition to the spicy and crispy, there was basically no feeling of smog in the clouds, and there was no nonsense. The adults said, Drinking wine is the kind of shameful appearance. I understand that it should not be. It is a proverb that adults are afraid of children being contaminated with alcohol. So, there was a bit of guts and a few drinks. At that time, I should be in my teens, still ignorant and confused. I don’t know that poetry culture and ceremonial politics will have a harmonious relationship with wine. Imagine that the West began from Greece to the Middle Ages, from Homer to Nietzsche, and the wine was still the god of worship in the center of their chest.

But when I went to college, I officially started drinking and drinking big wine. Every time I was gathered together with this kind of fun, some people didn’t have a reason to drink it, they didn’t get drunk, basically they didn’t give up! Read the Three Kingdoms. The Romance and the Water Margin are very frequent and profound, subconsciously imitating their temperament and arrogance, or paying attention to the kind of sinister and sorrowful, but the wine, drink and stunned and unconscious, and the more The farther it is, the less the place to start.

I firmly believe that it is the spirit of the heart, otherwise it will not be so tempered to drink and do all the way regardless of!!

Then there was a fight after the disappointment. Sometimes, the daggers and the long knives bought on the "black market" were even more sloppy. They ran across the middle of the road and fell under the riverbank, screaming at the corner of the population; There was a few times that the "brothers" on the "underworld" got the unknown because of the drunkenness of the drink, and they learned a lesson. Later, they were used by the drinkers to "redeem" some "silver". I came out; I went to sleep without going to class, or hikeing the so-called famous mountains and rivers in my hometown, looking for some strange and inexplicable feelings and objects, and finally lost my way and slept on the side of the road---still drinking I only slept, and someone called the police. I woke up and was already on the ground of the police station. I fell in love with someone who didn’t love myself, drank wine, wrote poetry, and sent a love letter to her. I was immediately rejected, and it was very inferior and came back to drink with "comrades" until the oriental fish was white; there was a year when the students rushed to the streets, flocked to Jinghua, gathered in the square; Infant disease activates its own native violence and goes to extremes; I have already dropped out of school to go home to farm; there is an investigation that is endlessly accepted by the officials, and I am restless in daily life; there is a warning of the world, and I am obsessed with dissuasion, awakening the world, saying that Yu Shiming---

Later, when I was drinking and reading a book, I found out that the original poems of the poems and sorrows, and now seemingly resurrected the inspiration of the Sparks accumulated in the minds of my mind, and I was able to squander in the middle of drunkenness. Poetry, essays, novels, and more can show off words, show current events, show love and hate in the wine cellar!! I seem to find a tunnel from the black hole in the blurred environment, the tunnel is full of me. Swinging people and things, love and sex, as well as parallel flow of water and birds and beasts----by this, I returned to my alma mater to continue to study majors, that is, the ancient poetry songs, Laozhuang grandson, Qin and Han Dynasties, and Europe Nietzsche, Bergson, Sartre, Van Gogh, Picasso and more. After a short waking up, I completed a sublimation in another section of my life. That is, the grateful alma mater can accept me again as "rebellious" and "scum", let me go on to study, and then my tutor Leading me to the graduate student of the college in Beijing, where the smoke of the towering sky is not known, or else, I am going to be late, it will be finished!! This is the wine giving me positive energy and driving force, gave it I am a chance to change the way, and others, especially those who regard me as the next three, have long been puzzled and hate to gnash their teeth!!

"This guy is a drunkard, but it is not a bastard who has broken down the street farmer's house. It is a bastard, but it is not a bastard to black and white."

A dear friend commented on me like this. I threw a word and beat his face and dignity - "Go to your mother, I will accidentally pick you up in the box."

Then, I began to drink again, and with the bastards who looked at the beauty and ugliness of the heavens and the earth, the tricks in the Quartet, rudely argued that Jia Baoyu played several maids in the Grand View Garden, and studied who Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian For a long time, I don’t see the state of drunkenness. It’s painful that Luo Guanzhong wrote that the Three Kingdoms have harmed Chinese culture. Cultural people are also a matter of reason, rolling a few rounds on the street and showing impromptu metrical poetry. ---

"哎-----wine this thing------"

That year, several times, I saw that I had not found an object, and I was alone in Jinghua. My old father and sister also sighed like this. Even my sister also beat me and I didn’t feel that I just fell asleep. Let the water cross the face!!

Did not become an official, academically nothing, and the house is only a small square of 40 square feet, the wife is not fixed, can not come, come not. The most in the "snail dwelling" is the book, the bed is full of land, there are wine bottles and wine boxes, and there are various notebooks - no one wants to live with me, although I am also a high school, is a college The stand of the podium, just never standing and drinking!!

When I fall in love, or make a woman, I am very willing, but it is very unlawful. Every time I drank a wine full of alcohol, I thought it was enough to drink articles and inspiration, as well as passion and motivation. What I naturally get is that I did not feel the slightest cold and refused. I asked someone to call the phone number. I said, "You made a mistake." Later, I thought it was not bad. People respected me very much. Even the mother refused and was very demeanor and very educated. You" word!

However, that year, Haizi’s death shocked me. I saw that the undead on the railroad track has not yet left!! I don’t see fishing boats on Qinhuangdao, nor do I see more than the meteorites, but I am drinking. I was drunk on the beach for a long time, until the top of the moon, Hua Deng, the genius wakes up, the general big cry, the four people who are shocked to gather to see the tragedy to meet!!

My father passed away, and my brother-in-law and my eldest brother also left the house with a slap in the face---They have always had high hopes for me. I feel that I am the only one who has hopes to be able to name the ancestors and the history of the Qing Dynasty. I am destined to give this home and the world. Leave a glorious sum!! And I -----

Alcohol, this thing------I still drink alcohol!!

I am deeply thinking about the eternal death of my own soul and the countless dying souls in the poetry. When I squander my head and sweat, I don’t think about my loved ones, but the pain of my favorite woman. I read the article I wrote quickly, and then I found a place that was not soundproof and opaque to make love. I came to the next day, and then I continued to write the waves in my stomach and the flow of wine and inspiration!!

People are not confused, everything goes.

Then, now, I think it’s time to come, I really have no way to go! I quit my job, or called the flag of sickness, and hike as I did in the past--to find the stranger that Yayoi is hard to find, Then drink again in a stranger, start again---the only one in the world, pitiful and endless, sublimation is imminent, dreams come to the end!!

The case of the shackles is pathetic, and there is no way to go. After I got nothing, I fled in the sound of laughter and sorrow, and in the wilderness that seemed to be self-released, I found the person who was in the drunkenness and had been playing with the pen and the sacred life in the dream--that The individual is not me. He is a hero who never sighs about wine. He is a cold-blooded swordsman who is riding a horse and fighting for the three armies. It is a black-eyed superman who has penetrated the classic iceberg and sailed in the Dead Sea. It is a slave. Do not regret never hate the real person who is unwilling to forget!!

Oh, wine, wine, this thing, really --- really - hahahaha----