Chapter 35 Thirty-four

My emotions are inflamed and must be healed quickly.Alcohol is a miracle drug, and I have poured hard liquor over and over again. Yang Lu's eyes are extremely charming.Whispers at midnight are still hard to forget.I will lose her forever, as if a pickpocket stole money from my pocket.Both love and money are important things. It is sad to lose money; it is even more sad to lose love. a cup.two cups.three cups.Four cups. Eyes turned into stars, dancing a group dance in a small space.When the north wind takes off the cotton robe, madness grows like a flower. There is a singing sound that I don't know where it comes from.Gide's "Counterfeiters" was requested.Times are different.A painter must restrain himself and not use too few colors to express his inner world.Only things under the sun have so many vulgar colors.Yang Lu is also vulgar: her lips are too red.

Can't drink anymore. (A woman's voice, of course, is Yang Lu. But Yang Lu turned her back on me, which hurt my feelings. I must abuse myself in front of her, and make her look sad.) I raise my glass to drink. I tossed the bill on the table when she stopped the guy from bringing another drink. a cup.two cups.three cups. Can't drink anymore. (The tone was accusatory, I could hear it. But I had to abuse myself in front of her to make her look sad.) Tears are the vanguard, followed by wild crying.The shepherd lost his way, or the flock of lambs?Suddenly thought of seventy-two.The seventy-two are blue because I love blue.

Seventy-two is like a fan, spinning endlessly, watching with the eyes of appreciating the scenery, but being ridiculed by the scenery. The tram is singing.Neon lights force the attention of passers-by with their strong light.There are flies on the tip of my nose; but the spring night is still cold.It takes a little courage, how a summer animal survives the depths of winter. The dream is broken. A dream is a city without walls.A dream is a sketch under the pen of an orangutan.Dream is the son of myth.Dreams are fragments of fantasy.Dreams are false. Does thought have form?If so, can you use words to express its transformation?

Writing is a language; language is the slave of thought. In a sense, the scope of thought is larger than air.Use a knife to cut a piece of thought, put it in the experimental tube, and understand infinity from its organization. Thoughts have no limits. Does the universe have a limit? some.The limit of the universe is in everyone's heart. Everyone has a world.Everyone has a universe.When the person dies, the world disappears; the universe also disappears.The existence of the universe is no mystery.Life and death are no mystery.The whole universe is a thought box.This box is God's toy.God is outside the limits of the universe, and he puts the universe in his palm and plays with it, just like a seven-year-old child plays with his little lead soldiers.

God is in the heart of man. Heart and mind are twins.The universe is the largest thing; it is also the smallest thing.It is a box of thought.When you think of it as infinite, it is infinite.When you think of it as infinitely small, it is infinitely small.When the thinking mechanism is ineffective, it ceases to exist. Thought is God.Thought is the creator.Thought is the universe, thought is master: thought is the commander-in-chief of everyone. Everyone has to control thought with thought. Now, the mind is drunk and the mind is getting out of track.Messy like dry grass, catching black in black, circling in circles.

I finally hear myself laugh.Yet this is not real awakening.This is an occasional awakening, like firecrackers, fleeting. Then I heard a woman's voice: How could you be so drunk? I thought it was Yang Lu, but the voice didn't sound like it.When I opened my eyes to watch, there was a blur in front of my eyes.That scene was very much like a camera out of focus.So, I heard my own laughter again. Yang Lu, don't leave me, I said. no answer. I see some scattered red. The sky is still spinning, and the whole world is lost.Everything in front of me is like a movie fading out, hazy and blurry.The external reality has lost its authenticity, and the mind is still confused.

(One white sheep. Two white sheep. Three white sheep. The moon declares war on the earth. Jia Baoyu tries the clouds and rain for the first time. Department stores on Queen’s Road. Buildings are everywhere. Please hurry and Hong Kong culture.) (Sick night. Macau is about to race dogs. Central reclamation area development plan. There are too many you love me and I love you in the lyrics of popular music. There are many similarities between Cao Xueqin and Joyce. Joyce was in Switzerland When he was so poor that he had to accept other people's charity, Cao Xueqin also lived his family's days of eating porridge and drinking on credit. Joyce's "Ulysses" was slandered by defenders of morality, and Cao Xueqin's "The Story of the Stone" was also slandered by Qianlong. The Emperor's Cousin is a work of slander.)

(Good articles will definitely be discovered by the times.) (Pound tables for big horses announced. The first anniversary of Hu Shi’s death. This February marks the 200th anniversary of Cao Xueqin’s death. Cocktails. Singers on horseback. Some say modernism is dead. Others shout long live modernism.) (The drama is over. Gray. The sound is terrible. Sunshine is free. A glass of beer with sugar. Thoughts in a cage. Shortness of breath. Athlete in the 100 meters trades labor for disappointment. Bridge. Between Hong Kong and Kowloon There should be an iron bridge in between. There is little rain. A couple of young people shake hands on Queen's Road.)

(Desire. Endless desire. Sanity and problems. Schoolgirls flock to see Jobby Chiga's Twist.) (Zhuobi Qijia is a serious patient of the century disease. The silent generation. The sea is lovely blue. Why can't the fear be eliminated?) (Art has not yet come to an end; but the die-hards fear any new beginning. There are those who laugh at abstract painting, yet appreciate the quality of sound that comes from the strings.) (Salt fan chicken. Launch rockets from Sputnik. Crowds are smiling. God also has a cast list. We are rational animals. Two plus two equals five. Wrong. Saints are also three points wrong. He walked across the zebra crossing at noon that day Go for the roast chicken rice.)

(Hope, delusion, despair, hope of regeneration. Ideals wear brown suits. Workers are crushed by landslides on construction sites. The water storage in Hong Kong is only 6.5 billion gallons. The eyes are full of surprise. A theme is born. There are two sexes in the Stone Age The war. Strange, how can I see such a messy red?)