Talking about the history of ancient literature and pre-Qin is an unmarried female saint warrior in her 40s, graduated from the Department of Chinese of Peking University, with short hair with ears, and a short and capable appearance. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info from kindergarten to a doctorate, long-term dominance in the class of the first student, after graduation into the university teaching, no social experience.

Women who study literature may not be able to distinguish between the virtual and the real world when they reach a certain level, similar to those who practice martial arts to the level of supernatural beings, such as Feng Qingyang and sweeping monks, who can only survive by living in seclusion in a small space and not asking about the world.

This female doctor has been single for a long time, which directly leads to the endocrine disorder in her body - every week a pimple will appear in a new position on the face plate to protest her loneliness. She said it was because she ate too many chili peppers. We know that it's because of the lack of men.

Her eyes are bright, no matter how secret the seat she sits in love, she can find it at a glance, and she will not name her after discovering it, because this woman is well versed in the "Book of Songs" "Fu Bixing" technique.

The so-called "Bixing" refers to Sang scolding Huai.

She started with her former classmates. said that she used to have a pair of classmates, who were tired of falling in love after class and didn't study seriously, and finally the man went back to his hometown to kill pigs, and the woman went home to pick up coal.

Although no one has verified the authenticity of her story, my classmates realized the seriousness of the problem and simply stopped attending her class, and found a quiet place to talk to me and me.

She talked about "The Book of Songs" and talked about "Zheng Feng? The reality of sexless experience clearly limits her play:

Zihui thinks of me, and the clothes are wading. If the Son does not think of me, is there no one else? The madness of the mad child!

Zihui thinks of me, and wades in clothes. If the son does not think of me, is there no other? The madness of the mad child! －

She explained conservatively: If you love me and miss me, lift your clothes and wade across the Qinhe River. If you don't miss me, won't anyone like me? Crazy boy, arrogant and clumsy! If you love me and miss me, lift up your clothes and wade across the river. If you don't miss me, won't there be any man who likes me? Crazy boy, arrogant and clumsy!

It is obvious that this is an obscene poem, but the sanctimonious people interpret the "also" and "and" in this poem as modal words. If we restore the context of our ancestors' openness, we can see that "also" and "and" are not modal words at all.

In "Shuowen Jie Zi", the word "also" is attributed to the "people" department: "Also, female yin also." "And", which means the man's **. "裳" here does not refer to clothes in ancient Chinese, but "small clothes", which means "underwear". As for "Clothes and Clothes" and "Clothes and Clothes", they are completely a symbol of xxoo, and mentioning "bottoms" is obviously a prelude to lovemaking. The whole poem embodies the typical "Fu Bixing" technique of the Book of Songs.

Therefore, the poem should be interpreted as follows:

Handsome guy, if you really miss me, then hurry up and come to the Qinhe River to shoot with me. If you don't want to date, won't I be able to get any other lads? You idiot, you're crazy**and**! Handsome guy, if you really miss me, come to the Wei River and fight me (if you can't get it, it's still a field battle). If you don't want to date Lao Tzu, don't I have any other spare tires to date? You hairy boy, you crazy **and**!

I explained to Yuan Zheng like this, and after he listened, he looked at me with admiration and said, "Damn, big writer, if you go to give a lecture, it is estimated that this hall will be full, and it is really boring to listen to the girls chirping." ”

Participated in the selection of the basketball team of the college team, and found that there were too many men who were crazy in front of them, and when some girls watched the game on the sidelines, they played all kinds of cool and coquettish games. As soon as the girls left, one or two eggplants that had been beaten with frost wilted. Basketball is a sacred belief in my heart, and their use of basketball to pick up girls seems to me to be insulting to basketball.

When I chose a course, I found that the school's network was like a 100-year-old man who had suffered a stroke, paralyzed at any time. Choosing a course is like buying a train ticket for the Spring Festival, and it takes 20 years to keep swiping the screen.

Looking for a classroom to attend a class, I found that the school's architecture was more complex than a labyrinth. There was a girl who didn't have a good sense of direction, she was lost in the corridor and cried until midnight, and finally thought of calling 110 before being rescued by the police uncle.

I went to the library at night until the early hours of the morning, and after the start of school, I lived a very fulfilling day. The library at the University of Liberal Arts is open 24 hours a day, and it serves coffee snacks, which is heaven for me.

I often see my roommate Yang Chenjun holding a large number of scriptures in the library, and I read them with relish. I asked him: "Monk Yang, in fact, I am quite in awe of people like you, compared to you, the and urine we pull out every day are more vulgar than the ones you pull out." ”

He was amused, closed the book, and said modestly: "The directors are harmonious, elegant and vulgar together, but I am in awe that you can think of everything." ”

In fact, I am more worried that he will be happy one day, leaving his parents in the countryside and dozens of fat pigs to shave and become a monk.

Later, he wanted me to worry about it, because people are enjoying their world and pursuing the realm they want. Similarly, Yuan Zheng is also immersed in the world of his famous car beauties and can't extricate himself, changing a girl every week, and the way of picking girls is constantly renovated.

999 red roses swing hearts and red candles, and the remote control plane flies directly to the girls' balcony with diamond rings, and all kinds of ways have been played.

Of course, not all girls eat his set, and many girls are quite disgusted with him - what kind of thing, if the family has a little money, they will be like this, and my sister will not eat you.

Once, a senior sister of the computer school was stopped by him downstairs in the girls' dormitory, when he leaned in front of his Ferrari sports car and held 99 blue enchantresses, with the expression of a superior prince, a large number of girls looked at the heroine with envy, jealousy and hatred, looking forward to the romantic plot below.

As a result, the heroine stretched out her middle finger to her and went away angrily.

Angry, he went back to the dormitory and screamed, and the roses were thrown to the ground.

This heroine is Fang Xiao. Later, I asked Fang Xiao why he made such sharp movements.

She said: "I want to teach this kid a lesson, and by the way, highlight the feminist ideology of the liberal arts university." ”

Yuan Zheng was crying and mourning, and said to me that he had never suffered such a great shame, and his reputation was actually planted on this girl.

He asked me, "How should I soak a girl like Fang Xiao?" Make a move, a great talent. ”

I said, "I think, if you read a few more books and improve your literacy, you might have a chance to win it." ”

At that time, Yuan Zheng was really energetic, and he followed me to the library to read books that night, and found a large pile of foreign masterpieces on the table.

This guy is flipping through a book in his hand, but his eyes are looking everywhere, like a thief. Seeing the girl who was convex and backward, she was immediately excited and leaned forward and backwards, a typical sex addict. I think he's dead.

On the second day, I threw the things about reading books out of the clouds, and went to the Sanlitun bar to play until two or three o'clock before returning to the dormitory.

A few days later, I saw a poster posted on the propaganda board for "Tide" to recruit new people. I prepared a resume and made copies of all the articles I had previously published in a folder.

The interview took place in a classroom in the Faculty of Letters, and as soon as I got there, I was instantly petrified. I saw a large number of black heads crowded at the door, I don't think this is a civil servant, as for it? It seems that the influence of "Tide" is really not covered.

There are three interviewers, one is an old professor of the Faculty of Arts, surnamed Zhuang, who studies modern and contemporary literature. One is the editor-in-chief Fang Xiao, and the other is the deputy editor-in-chief Zhu Zhen.

A few minutes later, an orderly aunt came out and asked us to prepare our resumes and line up. After a row, the tail actually flung to the bathroom at the other end of the corridor.

When I looked at it again, it was an interview, and it was clearly a talent show. Guitar, violin, flute, saxophone, accordion. There was a bearded man who appeared in a formal dress and came up with a violin.

This guy was humble for a while, and said that he didn't pull well, please bear with me. He likes to tell the truth, and the voice is as creepy as a ghost's life, but no one wants to spoil him.

He has played "Prelude and Allegro", "The Sun Shines on Tashkurgan", "XJ Spring", "Liang Zhu" and "Song of the Wanderer", and finally, when he was about to perform Mozart's "Serenade for Strings" in G major, he was stopped by Fang Xiao. The interviewers all regarded Fang Xiao as a lifesaver.

I wondered, is it just a magazine interview to pull out all the things I have learned in my life, and can I be a low-key person. After the interview, the interviewer was also tired, so the interview could not be finished until the Chinese New Year's Eve, and then all the musical instruments performed were canceled.

It was my turn, and I wasn't nervous at all. Hand in three resumes and present previously published essays to the interviewer.

Fang Xiao was as intellectual as ever, as if he had never seen me. "Introduce yourself first," she said. ”

After my introduction, Professor Zhuang asked me, "Seeing that you have written so many articles, why do you write them?" ”

I said: "In the very old age, when the aesthete Mr. Galtai was undergoing labor reform in Jiabiangou, he still could not stop thinking and writing, and his words and deeds were tantamount to playing with fire at that time. He later recalled: 'I could not find any connection with the outside world, with my own time, with human history, except by playing with fire. I need this connection, just as I needed silence and solitude. There is a resurrection joy in writing it. I deeply understand the joy of this act of 'playing with fire', which is deeply rooted in human nature and is an indestructible desire. It's this desire that drives me to write. ”

Professor Zhuang smiled and nodded with satisfaction, and the cold beauty Fang Xiao still did not miss any expression and information.

I saw the deputy editor-in-chief Zhu Zhen up close, exactly like the legend. The nose hair is well-developed, the nostrils have been fertilized, and two ears of wheat have grown, and when I see it, I want to ask: "Dude, why don't you cut your nose hair?" I couldn't help but ask.

He was flipping through my article with a disdainful look on his face and asked, "Who do you think you can represent in your article?" ”

I said aloud: "I don't represent a certain group, and all my statements are for myself. The things I love to do, the things I love to say, and the assumption in my own experience that these things and words are a kind of justice to my relatives, to the land, to the air, to freedom, constitute the whole value of my writing and all my aspirations for ideals. ”

Professor Zhuang smiled meaningfully again, as if applauding me.

Zhu Zhen said in an official tone that made me extremely disgusted: "Let me tell you, you can't represent anyone, you are just complaining." And as a person like me, I don't like your style of writing, I've seen a lot of authors like you, and I'm too self-conscious. I suggest you don't write in the future, it's a waste of pen and ink. "It's like a leader reprimanding his subordinates.

I realized that it was less and less like an interview and more like an interrogation.

The cadres of the university student unions and certain societies are no less than technocrats, and the student cadres in the student associations who are arrogant and commanding are more humble than flies, and they have learned to deceive themselves at a young age, which is the alienation of people by a certain culture.

Later, I witnessed the black-box operations carried out by these people to run for the election campaign, and I strengthened my conviction not to conspire with such people. Later, I found out that the ivory tower was so dirty and terrible.

At the end of the interview, Fang Xiao's face was not good-looking, and he thought that he had a grudge against Zhu Zhenwen's chicken intestines.

She said, "So be it, we get a general idea of your situation." We keep the resume and wait for our news. After saying that, she smiled charmingly.

It is said that Zhu Zhen has published several review articles in a certain daily, and he is only a good man who is rich and rich, and Li Bai and Su Shi's literary talents are bent to him, and they are so dragged that no one cares about them.

I found his articles, read them a little, and almost vomited out the fish-flavored shredded pork I ate last night, and immediately threw the newspaper in the trash.

Traditional Chinese reading is both ** and self-assured, doing all the bad things of stealing chickens and dogs, looking for flowers and asking willows, and I also feel that I hold Yu Huaijin, ice soul and snow spirit, so pure that I can't do it, and the article is so bad.

I heard that he was the son of the president of a newspaper, and the people in the magazine secretly called him a real pig.

After the interview, I walked out of the Faculty of Letters and heard two boys next to me discussing the interview just now.

One said: "This female editor-in-chief is so sexy, she must be a wave when she screams, my brother has been hard under the interview for a while, and I really want to press her on the table and her wildly." ”

The other person said even more, "Fuck, Tokyo Hot Teacher Series?" I like it. ”

In the hot and dry season when everything grows, obscenity is like the ambiguous light of a street lamp, no matter how bright it is, but it is not the sun after all.