Things suck. The "200 Turmoil" that occurred not long ago greatly tarnished Wang Fan's image. It seems that all the leaders are cold to him. That day, I met the mayor in the toilet, and the mayor was tying his trouser belt, his hands were not empty, and he was biting a copy of "Seeking Truth" in his mouth. Wang Fan called the mayor very respectfully, and the mayor nodded slightly. Wang Fan knew that the toilet was not a place for warm greetings, and he clearly saw that the mayor's mouth was occupied by "Seeking Truth", but he always thought that the mayor was not as satisfied with him as before. It took 30 minutes to poop, and after walking out of the toilet with some loss, I still felt the urge to defecate and was very uncomfortable.

It's really a disaster, and there is a mistake in the work. I made a report to the province ** requesting to solve the funds, and Wang Fan proofread it, and reported to the province ** by mistake. The mayor slapped the table and shouted: "Hit the provincial ** today, and tomorrow you will hit the State Council!" It's ridiculous! ”

It's over, it's over, it's completely over. Wang Fan really wanted to cry.

At this time, a college classmate sent a collection of essays, called "Summer Dream". This aroused his infinite troubles even more. These classmates are all playing together in school, and they are now publishing prose collections, poetry collections, and several classmates' novels have also been published by many people. What about yourself? has been a royal literati for a few years, where is the achievement? actually despised these creative friends so much.

I can't reply to the classmates who sent me a collection of essays! When he picked up his pen, his mind buzzed like a lot of mosquitoes. I finally calmed down, wrote a few sentences, and then made a paper ball and threw it away. He was surprised to find that he had written yamen articles for several years, and now he could not even write a slightly more elegant letter. The language has lost its aura and is very rigid.

For a few days, he flipped through his classmates' essay collections when he had time. This old man's prose is beautiful, ethereal, and stretching, and after reading it for a few days, Wang Fan was full of white clouds, mountain springs, and green willows, like silky warmth.

This collection of essays seemed to be a panacea, calming his mind like water. When I was in good spirits, I turned out the poems and prose I had written a few years ago, some of which had been published, and some of which had been sleeping in a drawer. The aura of the muse seemed to shine above his head again. The pieces spread out on the desk became swimming elves in his eyes. It turns out that I, Wang Fan, was born to hide in a small building to engage in creation, why did I come to this place? As soon as this thought came out, I felt that I had wasted the past few years, and I was very disappointed.

In the days that followed, he could barely cope with his work and devoted all his energy to writing poetry. Those old-fashioned mechanism materials suddenly became bullshit in his eyes. He felt ridiculous, as if he had been infatuated with a beautiful woman, and finally found out that it was an ugly monster. In the past few years, I have actually written such articles, and I have worked tirelessly to become a big spender, which is simply insulting Cangjie. Those things are the same under what leadership, what support, and what cooperation. A material, at least three times at the beginning, three times five divided by two, what kind of thing?

Wang Fan devoted himself to creating a group of poems, called "The Way of Pain". The writing is so brilliant that I was so moved that I wandered around the suburbs for a Sunday. He thought that if such poems were not published, there would be no poetry in China.

Sure enough, it was published and caused a sensation in the city's literary circles. In order to raise his eyebrows, Wang Fan methodically publicized his poetry among his colleagues. Colleagues admired him, and he was quick to understand.

One day, Director Ma talked to Wang Fan very seriously. I heard that you wrote a poem called pain. I think it's okay to do some creative work in my spare time, as long as it doesn't affect my work. But the style should be higher. The leader values you very much, and the colleagues also care about you, what's the pain? When the leader criticizes you, it is also for your own good, and you must treat it correctly. Some people say that you often go out for a walk alone on Sundays, so if you have any ideas, you can report them to the organization. Alas, now that the literary world is no longer directional, anything can be published, how can liberalization not be rampant?

Wang Fan explained that there is no political problem with my poems. Pain, at times, is a very noble, pure, beautiful emotion.

didn't wait for Wang Fan to finish speaking, Director Ma was inexplicably surprised, what? Pain is also beautiful?

Wang Fan suddenly found himself very clumsy, how could he talk about the aesthetic taste of literature with these people! In order to end the show as soon as possible, Wang Fan immediately stated that he would definitely accept the opinions of the leaders, and if he had time, he would create some healthy and beneficial works and enthusiastically eulogize the construction of the two socialist civilizations.

"That's right." Director Ma was satisfied.

Wang Fan is really talented and extraordinary, out of control, and often publishes poems and essays.

Sister Zhang reminded him one day that it is best to post works under a pen name, otherwise the impact will not be good, and some people will be jealous of you and say that you are not doing your job. Wang Fan didn't listen, thinking to himself, he wanted to make a name for himself, so that those bastards would no longer underestimate themselves. Sure enough, a colleague handed over the news, saying that so-and-so leader has an opinion on your creation. Wang Fan didn't care, he was arrogant. You are your ruler, and I write my poems, without interfering with each other. What's so great about being an official? Li Hongzhang said that the easiest thing in the world is to be an official, do I want to be an official? If I'm going to do it, I'm definitely better than you. But you can write my poems! I engage in creation, at best, I don't play mahjong at night. You play mahjong every night, that's the plaything!

Wang Fan felt very chic. People, they should be so chic. If you don't like things, don't be sad about yourself, why should mediocrity disturb yourself?