The essence of love is to limit oneself. Love this, love that, love the East, love the West, don't love the red suit and love arms, is an option, it is exclusive.

To love science and art is to predetermine a direction for yourself and plan a path. Fraternity is not greed, it is to restrain oneself more, and to take more responsibility and obligation.

We should pay special attention to the phrase freedom, freedom is not indulgence, the upper limit of freedom is not up to oneself, and the interests of the public should be put first.

The dog's inability to control the saliva in his mouth when he sees the bones is the weakness of the dog, and the fox cherishes his fur too much, which is the source of the fox's tragic fate.

It is legitimate to be an official and love money, and if you don't love money, how can you benefit the people if you don't have economic acumen. But it's not appropriate to put too much money in your own pocket.

Park is a log without a knife and axe, and it is a tree. The tree made the furniture is simple, and the distressed furniture is a deeper layer of gorgeousness.

It is the true color, and it is the mountain spring water that visitors have not touched their hands and feet. Plain face is not a dirty face, but has given up disguise, only the big hero can be his true colors.

Simplicity is innocence, it is duty. The old saying sums up simplicity like this: "Those who have no sword and axe are said to be simple." ”

"It's simple. ”

"Quiet and holy, moving and king, inaction and respect, simplicity and the world can not compete with beauty. "Simplicity is relaxed, love is harsh, and both of these things are big, to what extent?

"There is an image in the sorrow, and there is something in the trance. This trance is not unpredictable, it is bright-hearted, it is free, but it is even more down-to-earth, lacking steadfastness, simplicity and love are easy to get out of shape.

Tell me about a trivial matter of the editor-in-chief of Pingwa. Many years ago, I went to Peking University to give a lecture with the editor-in-chief of Pingwa, and his topic was that Chinese literature should be more inclusive of traditional Chinese elements.

Few writers talked about such a topic back then, and they all tried their best to say that it was open. I remember that the aisle was full of people, and there were people sitting on the steps on both sides of the chair he was sitting in, and there were people outside the door.

In the evening, I will return to my accommodation, which is a guest house that has been renovated from a dormitory for international students. The room is narrow, with two beds and a table, and people have to walk sideways inside.

The editor-in-chief of Pingwa was lying on the bed, saying that some old things when he was studying at Northwest University were that he didn't eat enough, didn't wear too warm, and had to hunch over to sleep with a thin quilt in winter.

From sleeping to smell, everything is full of its own smell, the horse smell in the horse pen, the cowshed is the cow smell, the chicken coop is the chicken smell, and the boys' dormitory is the original ecological young man's smell?

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the opposite wall, "What is that?" In the dim light, there was a small circular object on the near ceiling of the wall, which was quite conspicuous.

"It doesn't have to be public property, and the deputy editor-in-chief takes it down. "I'm taller, so I took out the stool and put it on the long table, and I struggled to pick it off to see that it was a plastic tiger head, the kind of trinkets that are more common on supermarket stalls these days.

He took it and examined it carefully, got up and went to the bathroom to wash, wiped it with paper, and carefully placed it on the bedside table.

I asked him: What are you going to do, and he said to go to Beijing and bring a gift for his daughter. He went on to add: "Three or four-year-old children, give the moon and the earth, don't you also play with them? I saw it first, don't argue. "On the way back to Xi'an, I almost laughed at him all the way.

But from this incident, I got an inspiration: it is not easy to love children and be able to speak of proportion.