God-Killing Stupidity: the Most Stubborn and Foolish, the Most Foolish and Foolish

In fact, I had no idea of ​​my stupidity.

One thing can lead to madness, and one can die for poetry

Haha, I read it again and it was so much fun. It's too funny.

Only literature is a pure land, and only reading and writing are the quietest and happiest enjoyments.

I will write a novel even if I die. I will write a novel even if I die. I must write a great, sophisticated, and beautiful novel!

If a man cannot become famous and famous all over the world, he is no better than a handful of loess! ! !

Harold Bloom is amazing! A man should be so knowledgeable and broad-minded! There is no distinction between heroes and gangsters!

Even if you cannot become a professional writer throughout your life and can only be a miserable amateur writer, you are not afraid. No matter what, I will always write!

Self-taught, a dragon among men, a peerless genius, how can he be buried!

My talents cannot die! You haven't shown off your skills yet!

Today I took Luo Yao there in my Porsche. We went to the mall first, and I bought her a lipstick worth 5,200 yuan. She was very happy and was smiling all the way. She said: "Husband, you are so kind to me. I am so lucky to have met you." I drove and paid attention to the cars next to me, and said: "Being kind to my wife is my natural duty." Luo Yao giggled. Then, we came to the house we bought in the city. This house originally cost more than two million, and it is on the second floor. After we had a lot of fun. Went out to play again. "Luoyao, where else do you want to play now?" "No, I'm very satisfied." So we drove back and returned home. My mother has already prepared the dishes. I asked my mother: "Mom, where is dad?" My mother was wiping the egg soup that had been spilled on the table with a rag. After we had dinner together, Luo Yao was still not satisfied, so we went to our room and had some fun again.

It's just superficial and disgusting.

The knight's dream of Don Quixote and the dream of a writer without a dream world are all a foolish old man who moved mountains and a wise man filled the sea. His behavior is undesirable. However, the spirit of facing difficulties and making progress will never be erased. "There is a will that will never die"

Any doctrine must be based on individualism, otherwise it will be illusory. Once you awaken to yourself, those illusions will disappear.

I have decided that from now on I will not write any other books, but will devote my whole life to "There is a Will That Will Never Die". This book should have at least two to three million words, just to pay tribute to "Don Quixote". From now on I will only write this book!

A hundred years of life is just a blink of an eye, and it is already stained with blood! Although not every word is precious, every word is filled with blood.

Why bother to defend? In fact, I am evil, otherwise I would not kill my wife, no matter how impulsive I am. Impulse cannot be an excuse for crime, nor can it be an escape from crime. But what's even more sinister is that I may also have an evil side that's obsessed with me. People say that writers have dual personalities, and good writers have paranoid personalities. Only in this way can they be loyal to their writing career and advance to the next level, reaching the supreme state of perfection. I have to say, this sentence is quite right. I feel like I have a human side and an animal side. An extremely cold-blooded beast of writing. Sometimes, I feel that beasts are stronger than humans, so I prefer to be a beast rather than a human! This is more or less Nietzsche-like. However, I have experienced too much in the world that is like a saucepan as Mr. Bo Yang said in his book "The Ugly Chinese", I have seen too much that I should not see, and I have heard too much that I should not hear. Sometimes, my mind does become cold and cruel, which makes me feel terrible. Kill her? How am I to blame! After all, today's society is actually a vicious beast eating each other. Such extremely extreme words are bound to attract hypocrites to bombard and criticize him verbally and in writing. However, they were all asleep. When did they open their eyes and see the truth. They say: There are still many good people! But what I want to say is, is there any disease in our society? Is there an era that is rapidly heading toward a crisis of trust and inability to love? I have also read Mr. Morivia's cruel novel "Contempt" and Ms. Han Jiang's ruthless novel "Vegetarian". After thinking about it carefully, I shivered and my heart was filled with chills, just like when I first read Mr. Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman", "Sister-in-law Xianglin", "In Memory of Mr. Liu Hezhen", "Medicine", "Young Runtu", "Kong Yiji", Mr. Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi", Mr. Liang Heng's report novel "Invested Work", and Dickinson when I was young. "Oliver Twist" by Maupassant, "My Uncle Jules" by Maupassant, "The Idiot", "Crime and Punishment", "The Insulted and Injured Man" by Dosevsky, Leo Tolstoy's "Resurrection", Gorky's "Childhood" and so on, there are countless other works that directly point to the cancer of society and the cancer of the human heart. These immortal works of conscience are so infinitely sad! Today's world is not a good one. It is a world of strong bullying of the weak, a world of snobbishness, a world of money, a world of foxes and crocodiles where people deceive and kill people! So, why am I guilty! I killed her without being discovered, just like many people who commit crimes on the edge of the law and make money. Who can do anything to me? The wisdom of "Zizhi Tongjian" and "Twenty-Four Histories" tells us that without discerning eyes, we cannot trust the most trustworthy people. Didn't Mr. Ouyang Xiu also say: Wisdom and courage are often trapped in the misfortune that often accumulates in the slightest? I admit that I love my wife Yao. But that doesn't mean I trust her. No matter how much she loves me, she may betray me one day. She, in particular, is showing signs of leaving me more and more. Therefore, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I raised my ax and struck her to death in one fell swoop on a stormy night with lightning and thunder! This is the best revenge for her not loving me deeply. Of course, although these are deep-seated reasons, if she had not lit the fuse, she would have torn my extremely cherished and extremely precious manuscript into pieces. I wouldn't kill her by mistake, at most I would just have anger stagnating in my heart.

No matter how hard it is, you will never change your mind. Heroic spirit will last forever!

I am Hemingway, I am Yukio Mishima, I am a tough guy who cannot be defeated, I will fight to the death for the dream world in my mind, and I will never live an ignoble existence. I want to charge into the real world with my dream pen, even if its countless dirty and cruel cannonballs blow me to pieces. I will also be shattered into pieces without fear, I will keep my dreams in my heart!