Why do you say never to marry a proud literary youth?

For literary youth, for ordinary girls, this is purgatory and a kind of self-harm. They are addicted to their talents and disdain to compromise with the world, but they must face the needs of life like normal meat. They work very hard. After all, they are not real immortals. They still have to eat. If you get married, you will let your personality make marriage difficult. I have a friend who once fell in love with a young man of literature and art, who read a lot of books and wrote good calligraphy. He talked about a good piano. It must be called Plato and Freud, but it doesn't work every day. Get drunk in a bar.

I repeatedly advised her not to be with such a man, but she just wouldn't listen. Later, she got pregnant, and the man was so scared that he just avoided it. It was finally found out that there was no money to go to the hospital. Finally, he made some money to solve this problem. Not only that, he also has many bed companions and friends of the opposite sex, and friends finally broke up with him in a bruise. Girls always envy the talent of young literary men and are romantic about the guitar he plays for you. They always feel that there is endless mystery and profundity behind his melancholy, which inspires them to explore all the time.

However, behind their beauty, what you need to bear is that his unpredictable emotions are out of control, and you need to bear all the realities of life and his passionate and changeable love. Ordinary woman, are you sure you can withstand such cutting and disobedience? How many years of ups and downs of love and pain can you bear?

Young literary men, for ordinary women, want to step into marriage, which is a chronic poison. There are strong stimulating and addictive parts, but in the end it will only make you feel pain and taste the bitterness of life and feelings. Their pain is different from ours, because they are immersed in a morbid rice, Malaysia, they don't know and don't want to come out. What we are facing is real life, real pain, real happiness, and hope to live a sunny life. Sang Song of May: "That's an umbrella, that's an umbrella, not an emotional legacy, that's the moon, that's the moon, not the frost on the ground."

Literature and art produce beauty, but life needs simple and direct happiness. I hope you won't be poisoned.