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We were surprised to find that the old man of the doorman is also a hardcore movie fan, in addition to reading those brain-burning philosophy books, he also likes to hold the notebook given to him by his son to watch movies, such as "The Birth of a Nation", "Gone with the Wind", "The Godfather", "The Shining", "Smell the Fragrance and Know the Girl", "Full Metal Shell", "Schindler's List". While watching and scolding Chinese movie shit, Yuan Zheng and I high-fived him every time we passed by.

At the same time, he began to take over the work of "Tide". Chao is a bi-monthly journal published on the 5th and 20th of each month, and it is the only cultural journal in China that is sponsored by school students to go to the market, and there is still some idealistic things.

When I first entered the magazine for a welcome meeting, Fang Xiao said to us that now it is too hard for others to use paper as toilet paper to wipe their buttocks, and "Tide" can come to this day because we are different and maintain that sharpness, and I hope you will continue this sharpness.

I thought at the time, I didn't expect this chick to be handsome and have such sharp thoughts.

I was the editor and chief writer of the "Sharp Comments" column, which is the core of "Tide", which mainly focuses on the cultural hotspots that current college students are interested in, publishes sharp, concise and unique comments, and advocates truth and conscience.

Mr. Lu Xun said in "Three Idle Collections": "Young people can first turn China into a China with a voice. Speak boldly, act bravely, forget all the stakes, push away the ancients, and express your sincere words. "Sharp Commentary" wants this kind of truth, and although the truth is sometimes unpleasant, someone must repeat what the truth is, until people have strengthened their understanding, which is not more than in any era.

The "Party Member Pioneer Model" page that Brother Zhu Zhen is responsible for can't control me, so I don't need to look at his face to show his strengths. But every time I saw him, I wanted to cut off his nose hair with a pair of scissors, and after communicating with other colleagues, I found that everyone had such a desire.

In fact, his column has held N meetings in the magazine to discuss cutting it out, because it is extremely coordinated in the magazine, like a 1-point fat and ugly woman sandwiched in a group of 9.5-point beauties. The application was handed in, but the above disagreed, saying that it was necessary to have this piece to maintain the pioneering and exemplary role of the magazine.

Fang Xiao is directly responsible for my work, and I communicate smoothly with her, and I will think of many points together and cooperate tacitly.

We used to sit on the rooftop terrace of the building, drinking coffee and bragging until late at night, talking about movies, literature, art, everything. Sometimes the meteor crosses, she will pull me like the heroine in the idol drama to make a wish, there is still a child's heart under the mature and beautiful appearance, and I like the agility of the young woman in literature and art.

When she made a wish, I secretly glanced at her, with long eyelashes and a delicate face, in a trance, there was an illusion of fighting the stars - the girl next to me was clearly Fu Wenxin.

I asked Fang Xiao, do you know who the "Four King Kongs" who single-handedly founded "Tide" at the University of Liberal Arts?

Fang Xiao said that he didn't know, but the magazine and the cultural circle are still circulating their legends, now we only know the pen names of these four people, after 1989, all the magazines changed blood, and they are all newcomers, no one knows the real name of the "Four King Kongs", but unfortunately, the articles they wrote are really beautiful and delicious, to the point, never "Spring and Autumn penmanship", and it is amazing to read.

We all feel that the glorious days of the "Four King Kongs" are gone, and we want to uncover this mystery: who are the "Four King Kongs"? Are you still at a liberal arts university, or have you returned to the field after that shock and are you in seclusion?

Yuan Zheng once told me that his father had a friend who was also a liberal arts university, and according to his uncle, one of the four people who founded Chao at that time had a student's father, who was the head of the Publishing Administration, and single-handedly made it happen. As for the other three, two are incognito at the liberal arts university, and one has long since disappeared.

I said, you have to fight for everything. Yuan Zheng said, that is, this world is so ordinary and so strange, in fact, there is no difference, only to blame everyone for standing at a different angle.

In the year when the magazine was all replaced, his father was a student of the leader of the Publishing Department, and his father was transferred to a local official, and he followed his father after that, and there was no news. In this way, the magazine "Four King Kongs" or "Four Gentlemen" were disbanded and classed, and became a legend.

At that time, these people were calling for wind and rain in the cultural circles, and their articles and books, young students rushed to read and buy, and Luoyang paper was expensive for a while, and handwritten copies were actually circulated.

In those days, poets chanted aloud in the park, scholars put pen to paper and walked on paper, and we used to nest under the covers in the dormitory while remembering those people, while cynically using the past to satirize the present. The heart goes two ways, and it doesn't affect it. It is said that Chinese boys have black bellies, which is vividly reflected in us.

When we don't talk about women, our topics are very elegant and profound, and they are all grand narratives about the future of the country, the destiny of the nation, and the future of mankind.

Sometimes they have different ideas, express their opinions, criticize each other and sarcastically and sarcastically, foam at the mouth, blood is rolling, and they completely eat gutter oil.

We have found that people who have made some achievements in art are often born **, frail and sickly, and the so-called weak scholars are also. The sickness of the body and mind makes it easier for them to perceive the mysteries of things than ordinary people; The endless desire to vent provides them with a steady stream of motivation to engage in creation.

Yuan Zhengle turned the sky upside down, saying that he would definitely be a great writer in the future, because he was known as the No. 1 lewd thief in the liberal arts university, and he asked us to help him think about the Nobel Prize in Literature award lines first.

I rolled my eyes at him and said, I've arranged everything, I won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Monk Yang won the Nobel Prize, and you won the Nobel Prize, how about it?

Yuan Zheng was not satisfied, and said that no matter how cowardly he was, he would have to win a Hundred Flowers Award for 10,000 years.

The fact is also that since ancient times, there have been few literati who have not been **. Representative writers in this file are such as Hemingway. Presenting himself as a tough-guy writer, he offers allegorical allusions to sexually open American women. After the local women got tired of it, they went around to participate in the war of justice in the name of maintaining world peace, and tasted the wild game of foreign countries.

After finishing it, don't forget to find a high-sounding legitimacy for **: "A man is not a man if he has not had a venereal disease." "After being bruised all over my body, I finally ended my life with my favorite shotgun.

The lewdness of literati and artists, no matter how many people they have slept with, will eventually die of loneliness.

The representative writers of the frail and sickly class are such as Proust. Proust, the author of "Reminiscences", was full of fantasy since childhood, and when he was 10 years old, he suffered from asthma and struggled with the disease all his life.

China's example is Shi Tiesheng, and there is no illness in the article, I guess Shi Tiesheng is reluctant to write. No matter how many illnesses they have, it is a training for them in life. I don't want to read this kind of sick article, I feel aggrieved after reading it, and after reading it, I feel that the author's illness has fallen on me.

I am in love with such an artist who has been devastated by his illness, who uses their black eyes to find the light, who bear the pain themselves, and dedicate the light of art to the audience. Beethoven, for example.

Yuan Zheng called him Bei Ye, and often played Pei Ye's famous songs with Ji in the bedroom, respecting him as a god. and Richard Clayderman, the performer of "Autumn Whispers".

Yes, I thought of Richard Clayderman, and my mind was empty for a while, and I didn't know what Yuan Zheng and Yang Chenjun were talking about.

Clayderman was born in a small town in Paris, France, his head is different from others, and his heart has already flown to the colorful world in a small town.

He always wanted to do something different, so he formed a rock group with a few friends, and they were too idealistic to live a very difficult life, and the meagre income they earned was used to buy equipment.

In order to survive, Clayderman found a job as a musical accompanist or playing during meetings. He often used only sandwiches to fill his stomach, and as a result, he had surgery for a stomach ulcer at the age of 17.

For Clayderman it was more like an unforgettable ordeal, without which he might not have been able to play the Divine Comedy "Autumn Whispers".

The reason why Clayderman is so important to me is that in the cool autumn of high school, I heard the most beautiful "Autumn Whispers", and I once thought that I would never hear it again, so I could only search for its rhythm in my memory, and then close my mind and savor it, however, the warm rhythm appeared again. Oh, my Clayderman.

The biggest and most official event since the beginning of the school year is the annual orientation party, where freshmen who want to mix up their fame will try to show their talents.

The evening was held in the school auditorium, and thousands of seats were filled. The solo performance of various cabaret instruments drew bursts of applause.

A buddy's erhu solo "Horse Racing", wearing a Mao suit, combed his hair with oily water, and when he played, the whole person was like eating dozens of kilograms of w-head w pills, and he couldn't put in it, and his oily and slippery hair was instantly shaken into an explosive head.

I'm worried that his head is being shaken off.

I said to Yuan Zheng: "This guy is still good at playing the guitar." ”

"He's messing around, isn't it just that he was trained in a dark room when he was a child, it's a fart." Yuan Zheng does not cut.

I said: "There are skills but no feelings, and the traces of craftsmen are too obvious, and they barely pass." ”

Yuan Zheng mainly came to see the beauties in order to lock on to the next target.

This swing brother shook to the end, and Yuan Zheng was shaken into sleep by him. When he stepped down, Yuan Zheng finally woke up and said, ", it's finally shaken, liberated." ”

The host continued: "I have invited Fu Wenxin from the School of Foreign Languages to play the piano piece "Autumn Whisper" for us. ”

Suddenly, I was thrilled but expressionless, the world was silent, my mind went blank, and then the picture went back to the past.

On that cool autumn afternoon, faint clouds floated in the air, and the warm air brewed with the smell of grass.

The first time I went to Fu Wenxin's home, I sat on the sofa in her spacious and palatial home, her delicate and dexterous hands gently roaming on the piano keys, like two elves dancing in the clouds.

I reveled in the melody of "Autumn Whispers", and my mind flew to the town by the bridge with the ups and downs of the music, over the river of clothes where the smoke of cooking was misty, over the fields with the smell of wheat, over the rice fields with the sound of frogs, and over the top of the woods, where I rippled. My soul is stuck in the fragrant air, and I want to be lost there forever and enjoy everything around me.

I wandered there, I could understand the birds and insects, I could communicate with all the species around me, and I could listen to their joys and sorrows. After that, I slept lazily on the top of the tree and never woke up again.

Another girl named Fu Wenxin, another song "Autumn Whispers", is this world so coincidental? The name of my angel, the name that haunts me.