For the first time, I completely read one of his books-"It is not easy to be blown away by the wind in the universe". This book is very short. After reading it, I don't think he is a little grumpy, but I think he is a bit like a hooligan. At the beginning of this book, the taste was so strong that I refused in my heart. However, I thought I should have finished reading it, so I crustily skin of head and read it. But I gradually found that although he swore and sometimes used dirty words, it was very enjoyable to express his thoughts directly, and telling the truth was a bit chivalrous, but it was also a pleasure.
Reading a book is far from enough to rebuild a person's faith. Reading a lot of books may not change a person's outlook on life. Sometimes, a person's values and world outlook will fluctuate up and down within a safe range with the stimulation of the outside world, and occasionally break through the circle drawn by himself, but I can also feel the openness and rudeness when I walk indoors and outdoors. Just like watching Feng Tang makes me feel that "hooligans" are actually quite good.
My favorite writing style at ordinary times is rigorous and beautiful, rational and light fragrance. However, rigorous rationality sometimes seems dull (I feel that my personality is like this). Although it is beautiful and fragrant, it is sometimes too greasy and too light to get to the point. If you want to swear, you can't say it back and forth, just like the wall is pushed down by everyone, and you will never have opinions or dare to really say it.
There is a passage in Feng Tang's book: The world is so fierce, there are so many hells in others' hearts, and there are no bastards in themselves. How do we continue?
I like this sentence very much. This is not like a few glasses of wine in Wen Qing's mouth at ordinary times, nor like the so-called poetic freedom in the distance. It's that rivers and lakes are sinister, and it's not a pot of wine that can solve the problem of wandering around the world. We have swords in our hands, and we will build a wall to feed the tigers. The central idea is always based on reality, always based on survival without escaping, truth without twisting.
If you can get along with the outside world like this. You like grinding your teeth, don't you? Come here, I'll complain with you and see who's good; You like innuendo, don't you? Come here, I'll throw you a Grenade to show your true colors, no bones. You like to show off, like shameless, like vanity, right? Come here, I'll tell you how obvious your pretending to be strong is in my eyes; You said you wanted to hit me in the left face? Come here, I'll give you a punch in the right face; You said you didn't like me? Come here, take a good look at me first, and then leave here; You call me an asshole? Come here, I want you to hear me call you a big jerk.
If I can really dress like this, it will be a very interesting life.
The only constant is constant change. The so-called principle is that you can ignore it. I eat too much vegetarian food for my health, and I always want to eat some meat to nourish my stomach. Many things are always hidden outside the attempt, hidden in the unknown, and things that have not been experienced are always calling for inexplicable turmoil, as if there is a real me hidden there, but when you really try to get close, you may find a few real selves, because any new situation and situation may breed an unknown self, but you don't know it when you have not experienced it, but because you have your own internal principles, how many selves will not go too far.
When you haven't experienced enough corners of life, when you haven't experienced enough ideological turmoil, rigid rationality may have sensibility, soft and boneless sensibility will also have rationality, and even serious people will have humor, and even seriousness can be defined as ignorance.
Therefore, I have never been a female hooligan, but if I want to be a female hooligan once in a while, I may find a new position in life. Anyway, I have a kernel that is not easy to be blown away by the wind in the universe.