On July 22, 1995, I conceived the novella (Great Compassion Fu)

Eat and eat big back Bodhisattva, with sincerity, good intentions, men and women. Deviant, freaks amass millions of fortunes, strange, poisonous snakes bite out right and wrong; wonderful, thousands of knives on the head of the word stopper; warm, the sun cake burns the tongue, and you have to spit it out when you eat it; crying, passers-by scold him for his turtle son; angry, the guillotine flies and cuts the hollow bamboo; scolds, several villages and communities can't find a long.

I don't know, it's the money that is long and the thorn or the money. In the end, I want to let go but can't let go, and I want to turn back but I am afraid of everything; where do I ask, what kind of me is him? It all boils down to one sentence: the mouth can eat, and he can speak, sing, spit, bite, scold, and chew his teeth.

The great tragedy, the dysfunction of the mouth and tongue, one long and the other disappears. So the symptom is that the mouth is short and you can't stretch your mouth. But his mouth is big enough to be like a boat, his belly is big enough to sail, his tail is so big that he can't be footed, and his asshole is big enough to reach the sky (not only can he drive into a train). Who can shape such a Bodhisattva to enjoy cigarettes, and return to the realm of bliss as soon as possible.

He said, "I don't answer." Don't look at me, look at the sky I'm pointing to!

The temple said, "I'm not good." Worship me, worship the ground I press!

The temple said: I am not. Don't respect me, respect you who I cover!

Is there any way for the young peasants in China to go out to earn food or to eat at home? Is there a piece of pure soil that has not been controlled by the Bodhisattva? Is there a road that is not a dead end, except to take money as a path and money as a boat, and to come out with sacrifices and respects to the Bodhisattva? Does Providence require that my young peasants cannot gain a foothold at home?

The sky is easy to see, but the providence is difficult to see. There are three rays of sun, moon and stars in the sky, and young farmers have no festivals, no monthly salaries, no weekends, and three rays of light. The sky is cloudy and rainy, and the will of the young farmers is difficult to disobey. Alas, what do you say that the officials regard the people as the sky, and the people take food as the sky, and they all rely on the sky to eat the sky, and if you eat me, who will I eat? There are thousands of young peasants, when will they be able to move the heavens and let the heavens help me?

That year, because the woman spent four yuan and six cents to get back 1 catty, 1 tael and 5 yuan pork, the whole family ate it, and beat the woman with her parents, so the woman divorced - she didn't eat a drop of oil for a few months, let alone meat, and the cigarette stick said that 1 catty of meat should take care of 4 catties of rice. 1 catty of rice is worth 3 or 4 catties of chaff! Hunger and cold made a thief, and in order to renew the front edge of the cigarette stick, he had to have 100 yuan to pay tribute to the Bodhisattva, so he hit the idea on Jiang Gou*.

People who have lived for fifty or sixty years have not lived like a human, it is difficult to be a human being, but it is easy to be a dog. I have been working hard for decades, but I didn't expect that I would have to become a dog when I was old, and I said that it was the third realm that I should enjoy in life, right? His notoriety is not shorter than this person's fame, he is free and easy, fishing and gambling money and tidal gangs, all kinds of pleasures are not costly, open his dog eyes and take a look, what kind of world is this......

I begin with the tone of the literati to create a literary atmosphere, that is, to turn into the narrative of the common people. The metaphor in the text, as much as possible is related to eating, there will be a large section in the middle, the words are hurried, not decorated with literary style, it is a very busy peasant, we live in the middle of the natural familiarity, so even the food image is not depicted. And those who can stand at a certain height like the master will see are not all living beings, who do not make clouds and mist, and do not make lace, maybe they will see it more clearly......

I want to write more, I want to write more, I want to write well, write out and write out, and write about the breath in my chest! But I can't help it, I am a farmer, I am busy, I am hard, I am an only child, my parents are tired, my wife complains that my son is still young!

There are so many things to write, it has been pressed for more than ten years, it has deteriorated, fermented, and it is about to explode. It has been more than 50 days since the spring drought and the summer drought were dormant, the fields were opened, the soil was sewn, the cotton and fallen leaves were dead, the corn was dead, the vines were withered and yellowed, there was no money to make rice, flour mills, chickens were fast, pigs were cut off from food, relatives and friends came to ask for accounts; the two groups of poems both won more than 10 awards, and they were called self-funded books, and the development department of the Faculty of Letters adopted poems (Tian'er) for 160 yuan, thinking that the Faculty of Letters was God, God saving me, or saving itself? Self-help is to put down the pen and go thousands of miles and 10 seedlings! I rely on !!

P.S. [What Shen Zhou said]:

1). It is already ugly to have three colors in the sky, but the face has six colors.