Tangba is not far away, but because there are no relatives and friends, I don't go much and I'm not impressed. I remember that there was a small street paved with thin bricks like a fish ridge between a mass of black tiles and double eaves in the village. There are some grocery stores on both sides, and there are few pedestrians. I still have to watch out for dogs chasing and biting in the autumn wind. In fact, Xidi Village has always been densely populated with houses, but there are few pedestrians. Just like walking through a quiet city as an adult, it may be a visual barrier formed by inner defense for no reason, just experiencing some ethereal happiness according to your own wishes.
The bus stopped at the intersection of provincial highway 6 10 and the village, which was not the same route as I remembered. I groped according to the location of WeChat, all the way to the east, passing through some newly built rural houses, a gate bridge, a deserted school and a village group public sign. I carefully read the list of rural subsidies this year posted in the next column. Although the list is dense, I can see at a glance that Zhao is the most popular name in the village. Further on, there is a north-south cement road, and the roadside waiting station is marked with three characters of Tangba Village. I thought in my heart that this road should be the old road I walked when I was a child, and now it is much wider. Go on from the entrance of the village and walk on a sluice bridge. The bridge has been in disrepair for a long time, and the guardrails on both sides are incomplete. But standing at the top of the bridge, looking around, a big green river splits from the northwest to the south, winding around the people on the left bank dam and crisscrossing the golden wheat fields in the low-lying areas. It seems that the endless hot air of Zhou Tuan is also intoxicated in this picture, and countless old wheat fragrant light and shadow gush out instantly, and everything becomes calm, cool and beautiful. This kind of scenery familiar with the soul is actually a journey of childlike innocence, and the soul is a towering jungle or a clear spring, which is the favorite silhouette between parents' childhood names and running and breathing in their dreams.
Turn left along the narrow village road paved with cement slabs and enter the village. There are farmhouses on both sides, and there is no sound of chickens and ducks. In the fragrance of flowers, the village road is separated in front of a fertilizer shop with a red signboard, one road is south and the other road is north, with no end in sight. I hesitated for a moment, because the two separate roads were paved with gloomy cement slabs, which was completely different from the scene with only one fish ridge and intestines. Moreover, most of the roadside houses were rebuilt, and the old site of Ming and Qing Dynasties was replaced with hard and clean cement white walls. There were no dogs barking under the ancient doors, only their own shadows swayed wildly in the hot sun. Looking at the two narrow lanes composed of doors, steps, walls and telephone poles, I was depressed for losing tall trees in the past, but now I must choose one to continue. I believe that the significance of this trip is more valuable than exploring the reduction of rural vegetation in rural construction. About Zhao Lantian, I first learned about it by reading the 94 th edition of Dongtai City Records. In a word, Shiyan is the hometown of Feng Daoli, a hydraulic scientist in Qing Dynasty, and Tai and Zhao Lantian, modern educators. Unfortunately, there is no trace of follow-up in the book. Several years later, I learned from the encyclopedia that Zhao Lantian was from Tangba, Shiyan. I learned from the auction website that some of his works are different from those in the field of children's painting. Through the celebration of Zhonghua Book Company and some information about their name Dou Ding, I know that Mr. Zhao was one of the few full-time graphic designers in the Republic of China, which made me particularly admire, but such modern children's education was covered up by the times, which puzzled me. On the occasion of Zhao Lantian's birthday120th anniversary (20th13rd), Dolphin Publishing House published a set of coloring picture books entitled "Old and New Paintings Hand-painted by Famous Artists: Creative Graffiti" as a commemoration. The 433-page graffiti design of children in the Republic of China aroused my interest and inspired me to look for more works by Mr. Wang on the second-hand book network. Whether it is a cover, illustrations or full paintings, each one exudes a distinct flavor of the times and also represents. However, there is little written introduction about Mr. Wang, which means nothing more than how his paintings are, or his life is the same as that of an encyclopedia. This is like a tree in the wilderness, a monk in the valley, far away from our secular soul. With many questions, it is necessary to know a person's history and details from his hometown.
The silent village is not lifeless. From time to time, one or two battery cars fly by. I don't know why I am in such a hurry. Maybe it was the excitement and commotion before cutting. Groups of mature wheat bowed their heads and looked forward side by side on the ridge beside the ditch outside the village. There are too many smiling stars in their eyes, and I vaguely smell the fragrance of the harvest celebration in the village.
Walking slowly south along the Tangba Road marked on the satellite map, I feel that the answer in my heart is approaching, and my footsteps are lighter. Stopping at the crossroads with 90 groups of wall signs on the left and right, taking photos with a mobile phone, an elder sister was curious about this strange behavior and went out to ask who I was looking for. I said I wanted to know about Zhao Lantian, who was painting here before liberation. The elder sister said, first ask the old people in the village. Her surname is Wang, not a local, but she is married. She said that if you go south, there are many old people in the butcher shop. Maybe you can ask. Thank you for your kindness. Less than a stone's throw to the south. There is a butcher shop in T-shaped mouth, and several bundles of brown rape stalks are near the store door. Because it is nearly noon, the butcher has closed the stall, and two or three old people are sitting behind a thick and shiny meat case chatting. When I came forward to explain my purpose, everyone looked confused and answered irrelevant questions. It seems that Zhao Lantian has not been happy for his hometown for a long time. A man in his fifties turned around from the inside and said gracefully: Blue sky is a celebrity of our Tangba, and the painting column of the town cultural center is introduced. As for the cause and effect, we are not sure. I'll give you some advice. Zhao Wuhua, the old headmaster, is over 90 years old and should know something you want. The old man is behind the grain depot. Go left. There is a 300-year-old yellow bud tree in front of the door and a Taihu stone in the courtyard. I am really grateful to him for hearing this speech. Because before I came in the morning, I gathered at my mother's place and said I was going to Tangba, and there were people like Zhao Lantian. Mother said that there was a Zhao Wuhua in Tangba who had attended his class twice. In the 1960s, once, he went to Xia Long Primary School to attend his lecture. At that time, he was about thirty or forty years old and was a principal. He is tall and strong, speaks softly and has a kind heart. Once, in the 1970s, I went to Tangba to listen to a lesson from childhood to adulthood. As for the man you mentioned, I have never heard of him. So at that time, I quickly asked his name and smiled to avoid your surname Zhao. It is said that this tangba has two streets, South Street and North Street, and there is a section of Stone Street in the east. Before liberation, it was also a town with many people, such as Zhao Zhenqian and Zhao Lantian. Zhao Zhenqian's tomb is newly built in the south of the village. The north corner of this south street butcher shop used to be the big temple of the Zhao ancestral hall. There are two archways in front of the temple, which were destroyed in the 1960s and lost their genealogy. You can't ask me about anything here. Then go straight to the middle of T-street and point to the east: "Just go straight".
Zhao Zhen (hey? ) The lead (1903- 194 1) is an enlightened anti-Japanese, which is specifically recorded in Dongtai Martyrs' Records. As for the ethnic relationship between Zhao Lantian and the village elders, I don't know about the existence of genealogy and village records. After the impact of the times and the changes of history, most of this writing culture that relies on the relatives of feudal clans has disappeared. Unless someone participates in the compilation again, a few words from enthusiastic Zhao Dao will become a prophecy. At present, I'm going to find Mr. Zhao Wuhua all the way according to the instructions. Probably, this location is in the middle of the village. There are more and more old houses, most of which are abandoned. Gables and roofs are covered with dead vines and weeds, and people have gone to the building. But as can be seen from the blue bricks and green tiles, they used to be well-off families. Looking at the fearless thick branches and fat leaves across the courtyard wall, it is inevitable that the feeling of "Wu Gong's path is crooked and the clothes are ancient" will be born, which is as ancient as water. If the door is still half-closed, it will be another taste in my heart: "Laughing, combing is lonely and old". Many times, I hope it is the latter case. I will come back when I have a home and experience the beauty of the world in the expectation of missing. Endless waiting for life is cruel, even if the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, at least at every shining moment, it is warm. The peach blossoms in April are burning, and there are always some youthful feelings that move us. Although I don't hold your hand, if you are well, it will be sunny.
After grinding eastward for 300 years, I didn't see any yellow buds, but I found a long blue brick wall in a remote place. The high wall with moss has a protruding battlement every few steps, which is firm and chronological, and the road under my feet is like a thin brick fish ridge. Maybe this is what the tour guide said about the grain depot. Turn a corner to the east, there is a gatehouse in the center of the window wall, proudly independent, and across the road is a wide and shabby wharf. The top of the gatehouse is semi-arc-shaped, the bottom is water-brushed stone, and a huge five-pointed star stands out in the middle, which is simple and beautiful, typical of the architectural style of 1950s and 1960s. When the gate is opened, it is an empty cement threshing floor, and a row of white-walled warehouses stands 50 meters away from the north and south, which covers a large area, which is really rare. If you look at it from the perspective of high-altitude satellites, it also looks abrupt and verve. Except for the collapse of part of the roof of the office building facing the street in the north of the gatehouse, the appearance of the whole building was not much damaged. I roughly calculated that the space between the two rows is about 1.500 square meters, and the storage scale is far from that of ordinary villages, even compared with the national standard Soviet warehouse in the same period. It is not difficult to see that Tangba was rich in food, developed in water transport and important in geographical location. The most prosperous place is the most lonely, and now it is a decadent and secular scene. Looking at the silent threshing floor, the five-pointed star still shines on the gate. Recalling the lively scenes of people coming and going when I was a child during the Dragon Boat Festival, my heart was the most desolate, and it really changed. What if those rural sages who advocated the confiscation of temple property were still alive? Looking all the way in the alley around the grain depot, an electric scooter of a harvester came head-on, honking its horn and shouting: copper coins, copper coins, old books and paintings, broken mobile phones, broken air conditioners and broken refrigerators. Squeeze the hidden scooter away, leaving a series of cadence shouts echoing in the empty roadway for a long time. I thought to myself, when will this junk collection become a cross-bank shovel to clean up the mess? I also learned to look after the grain and know all the ins and outs of this Zhuangzi. But I always find this crying awkward. Not as familiar and comfortable as "long hair and short hair, old books and old newspapers" In a hurry, a countryman in a blue and white shirt stopped laughing and said, isn't that the old headmaster Zhao Wuhua's house behind you? It's amazing that there are no secrets in close contact, or that personal weird behavior is conspicuous. In short, it didn't go well. I asked the old headmaster if he was at home. A middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen with a bowl. After listening to her purpose, she said that grandpa was taken to southern Jiangsu a few days ago and will stay for a long time. You came at a bad time. I have no choice but to leave, but my heart is unwilling. I took a picture of a rockery made of several lake stones in the yard with my mobile phone as a souvenir, but I still didn't see the yellow bud. When I wanted to ask about it, the woman had retreated to the back room for a while, but unfortunately no old man was found on the dam and the yellow bud tree fell down.
Thoughts wander between white walls and tiles. To tell the truth, this rural roadway is very similar to that before the transformation of my city edge, even much cleaner. If the smell brought by some perennial haystacks and straws in the air is removed. Perhaps it is this breath brewed after time baptism that contains something retrograde with life, some forgotten time and happiness, and jumps out of the frozen texture at a moment touched by a heartstring, like a familiar music. The scenery of my hometown is a firefly on a summer night, which is the glory of my soul; Like a baby's smile in its infancy, it is a full cry to parents, a flame, and a night when the ears of wheat can't be wrapped in the dark. This seems to be a long-awaited silence on the infinite desire to run, which coincides with the comfort at the right time. In a flash, it seems to understand that the living method pursued in life is often not worth turning a blind eye to the ordinary life that you despise. With the purpose of coming, it seems less urgent and important after stumbling into a wall. Looking at the dense houses in front of me, the dark sky with antennas stretching vertically and horizontally overhead, I suddenly miss the Stone Street and North Street mentioned by the tour guide. Although the dam is small, it is not easy to find a shortcut from north to south between alleys, because there will always be some sudden curiosity that will make you deviate from the road you originally wanted to take, such as a rock with faint moss and knife marks standing alone at the intersection; A family with an open door, the yard is full of flowers and plants, but the owner is not seen; A two-story flat-topped building with characteristics in the 1980s, with rough and worn cement railings and dark red and beige exterior walls becoming mottled and faded; There is also a short wall behind the sloping roof, which is inlaid with terrazzo glass strips and painted with an open folding fan and spider web gossip pattern. Zhaobi looks the same age as Xiaolou, but it feels much brighter across the village road. Carving a round fan, lotus flower, fishing drum and other auspicious dark eight immortals on the eaves brick of the gate is common in the early years. Does this "fan" directly facing the wall mean the harmony of "being kind to others" or the power of Wan Li to ward off evil spirits? Add a wonderful story to reverse Gan Kun's gossip or defuse the road rush? In a word, I can't guess. Looking at the closed windows of dilapidated buildings next to the lane, thinking about the people standing high behind the zhaobi, one happy and one sad, one good and one evil, the mystery is really not as good as writing a big blessing or throwing a stone to make the other side sad and happy. Leisure in the homes of ordinary people on Bashang, through disturbing the world, grasping the light and taking pictures, we get more than just continuous scenery.
Bypass Zhaobi's house, you should go to North Street. What appears in front of you is straight and bright. It turns out that this street and alley seem to be the same cement slab road, and almost all of them are houses on both sides, but there are some differences when you look closely. The ancients said: straight for the street, curved for the lane. This is really the truth in the winding alleys here. No wonder you can't find a way out now, and the problem is not entirely your own uncertainty. In both cases, the street is wider than the straight one, and the ground at the foot is two long cement slabs side by side, unlike the long strip in the middle of the roadway. Understand this thing, and then wander around the dam gate where there are not many faces, it will not be no different from the street. Replacing blue bricks with cement slabs is economical and practical, with smooth roads, convenient drainage, dredging and maintenance, which vaguely retains the thick and tidy aesthetic feeling of blue bricks, which seems to be incomparable to rigid pavement construction in other villages. Blue bricks cannot be recycled, but the next best thing is unique. In the west, a large section of white powder wall with fish scales and fine tiles has all painted doors and windows removed, which makes it particularly quiet and casual in the sun. Houses like this in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China were in a state of high eyebrows and low eyes, and now most of them have been demolished. But on this dam, not counting whether there are crowds behind the street, there are more than a dozen houses on both sides of this road alone. Unexpectedly, the remote Tangba village still hides such an authentic gathering place, which is purely a windfall of this trip, not to say that Jiangnan is better than Jiangnan. However, the street is not willing to be so mediocre and cold. Further on, we finally arrive at Bashang Commercial Center, where old shops are connected together, and one or two storefronts are mixed in it, much like an old painting of Kolo's version. Sunlight overflowed from the awnings extending from the doors on both sides, and the fragrance of Chinese rose was everywhere. There seems to be a faint chestnut wind over the low roof, which keeps rolling and jumping between the wires, falls down and flutters the square red slogan above the door. Time is as smart as painting and calligraphy, and the pain forgotten after passion is packaged in a quiet corner of this world. Along the way, there are Shenma rural Taobao, Yinong Information Society, health center, men's and women's toilets, a Wuhai store with various commodities, a sales department of supply and marketing cooperatives with a strong sense of history, and several small grocery stores. At the end is the chemical fertilizer shop with a bright red signboard in Bijiaokou, and the corner is full of flowers half a person's height.
When I first saw the word Taobao in the countryside, I was very confused and wanted to know. But the store door is closed and the mobile phone Baidu is opened. It turned out that Alibaba Group cooperated with the government to build an e-commerce platform to facilitate online goods to go to the countryside and agricultural products to enter the city. This trip to the countryside has increased my knowledge, and I muttered to myself. Not every village has Taobao in rural areas. According to the evaluation, Ali chose several large-scale crowd gathering places in villages as the location of online stores, and invested capital. Before coming to this dam, I made some references on the administrative website and local compilation materials: Tangba Village has a registered population of 2,460, 808 households, 15 villagers' groups, with an area of 8.45 square kilometers, 3,600 mu of cultivated land and water surface 1000 mu. The land and water Nanguan River runs through the village from east to west, and there are many rivers. Through regional comparison, this Tangba village has a relatively large population and cultivated land area before 368 villages in the city, which can be said to have the necessary conditions for Ali to establish a village-level service station. Regarding the origin of this village, the Land Catalogue of Dongtai County in 1985 said: In the late Ming Dynasty, people opened ponds here to borrow soil to build dams, hence the name Tangba. For the introduction of Nanguan River flowing through the village, it starts from Anfeng to Chuanchang River in the east, flows into Taidong River in the west through Taosizhuang of Shiyan Commune, and flows through Liangduo, Anfeng, Martyr, Shiyan and Qindong Commune. Total length 19 km. Interestingly, there is a record about the boundary river in Dongtai City Records: "Nanguan River, also known as Yunyan River, also known as Dajian River and Liuli River. It starts from Anfeng Chuanchang River in the east and reaches Qingpu Corner in Qindong Town in the west, with a total length of 30 kilometers. This river began in the twentieth year of Jiaqing (18 15). 1972, when the Anshi River was excavated, Qindong Town set up a water diversion project in the west section of Nanguan River, changing the original Wanghe River into Taidong River, and changing Mibai River and Zhiqing River into Taidong River. " There is an ambiguity here: the direction in which Nanguan Xihe River enters Taidong River. I read the "Dongtai County Records" supplemented by 1983, and saw the relevant records: starting from Lijiagang, the tip of the Chuanchang River in Anfengchang, Qingpu traveled 60 miles to join Yunyan River, hence the name "Liuli River", which is the channel for Fu 'an and Anfeng to transport salt to Taizhou, also known as Nanyun River or Nanguan River. In the twentieth year of Jiaqing (18 15), the rain stopped rather than stirred. The excavation history of this river is unknown. The earliest mention of this river in the county annals is that in the 23rd year of Yongzheng (1758), a fiber dike was built for 60 miles from Qingpujiao and Dajian River to Anfengchang. It can be seen that the trend of Shili River (Dajian River) has been connected for a long time, and Anfeng passes through Sunjiazhuang, west of Hougang, to Qingpu Corner and enters Taidong River. However, due to siltation, it was not dredged. Finally, it diverted from Yangjiaduo Tangba village to the northwest through Taosizhuang and entered Taidong River, instead of just passing through the village from south to east and west, which was in line with the records in 1985 gazetteer. According to the legend of the river attached to the local chronicles, the scale of municipal records and even the latest satellite images, the width of the river is obviously larger than that of the newly picked Zhiqing River in 1972, and its role in river diversion and drainage in low-lying areas can be imagined. As for City Records, a large part of Wanghe River has been silted up and leveled, and in the long river of time, it can't be found and lost its trace. Of course, if nothing is done, the specific factual data should be consulted by the water conservancy unit. All this is self-explanatory. I only hope that the big river that surrounds the pond dam from east to north and cracks like jade nourishes the great river of Xixiang for generations, and the clear and magnificent Jiaqian River in the soul has a beautiful home. Just like a conscientious name, the wind is like a hurricane, and the night can't help but appear, instantly dispelling the silence and shadows hidden under the thick wings. There are stars in the sky, and the white and silver limbs slowly rotate and ferry overhead, circulating endlessly in the surging heart. I have an idea. When Dongtai County is established, there should be four major salt-transporting rivers from north to south, namely Taidong River, Shili River, Dajian River and Dunbei River, which cross Qiuhu Lake, starting from Heduochang, Liangduochang, Anfengchang and Fuanchang. The name of Nanguan River itself may be a constantly changing river. With the accumulation of low-lying land in the west and the development of salt fields near the sea, the trend of entering Taidong River from Taosizhuang has gradually formed. Its earliest route may be Fu 'an, Qiuhu, Nanmie (Yaozhi), Sunjiazhuang, Qilihe in Bao Zhuang to Qingpu Corner in Luocun and enter Taidong River.
Indulge in the self-world, words are just the result of wanton thoughts, and the lonely change of attitude between casting and receiving. Just as I suddenly stood in front of the steps of the marketing department of the supply and marketing cooperative in this village, I looked up at the line of thick cement characters on the wall of the door eaves: "Tangba Marketing Department of Shi Gan Supply and Marketing Cooperative", and I didn't think about the confusion and misuse of this word in Xixiang. A word that hits the soul will release countless feelings about life: a small figure. Almost overnight, the heads of red and black paper boards hung at the gates of communes, police stations and supply and marketing cooperatives were all renamed XXX in Shiyan Township. This weir word is a word I have never met before. Curious about this change, walking on the high embankment and watching the clouds floating from the south of the sky, life began to have some melancholy and longing. Naturally, when I was a child, I didn't pay attention to the changes circulating in my neighbors' mouths, but when I was bored, I was more obsessed with the frustration of the serifs of "Nian" and "Yan", the simplification of strokes, and even the affinity and strangeness of the glyphs, so that I accidentally turned out today's high school graduation photo and looked at the sentence at the top of the photo: "A class of Dongtai County Nian Middle School graduated as a souvenir", which made me feel kind and heartbroken, perhaps. When this photo was taken, it was many years after the "separation of politics and society" was implemented. A lot of gentleness in this world often comes from unintentional persistence on weekdays. It suddenly occurred to me that the lean and bald old photographer came by bike from Qindong, 0/8 miles away from/kloc, in the scorching sun. Some students whispered that this person is the father of the young teacher who always likes to talk about "topology" in class, rather than the practice that the school informed the Lins' photo studio in this town to take pictures. After saying goodbye, a group of young people took a group photo as a souvenir, saying goodbye to the emotional words of the class teacher who was always strict at the dinner party, which made the boys and girls' eyes red and began to cry. When the deceased passed away, he suddenly remembered that there was a faint red slogan on the wall of his hometown, "Go all out and strive for the upper reaches". He remembered that the roof of this wall was torn down every autumn. He stepped on the roof and picked the big and long pumpkins. He remembers that one day his father came back and asked someone to nail wires and porcelain bottles under this roof for lighting. I remember that my mother, who left home later, talked about the past when her father was inexplicably implicated in the internal factional struggle of the "county headquarters for fighting against the enemy", was sent to his hometown to suffer all kinds of physical flogging, and was still wasting his essence and labor after his reinstatement. I remember some newspaper retirees wrote unforgettable memories several years later. My father only wrote about the fun of life when a group of people were preparing lessons on winter nights when they were teachers in their early years, and never involved a word or two of personal experiences. It suddenly dawned on me that the world of lotus dust has always existed in ordinary life. The so-called one leaf, one bodhi, clear mind and interesting and inclusive life are the best practices. Such a word "year" is a key to the depth of time, and it also confirms people's quaint feelings about this land.
However, when I stepped into the store, I realized that I was addicted to the joke of time. The spacious bungalow is divided into two halves, and the glass counter shelves on both sides are filled with groceries, hardware and agricultural materials, which are dim and messy, which is quite different from the dazzling supply and marketing outlets in the impression, perhaps because of the lack of the big slogan of "developing the economy and ensuring supply"; Bustling and jubilant New Year pictures; The price is clearly marked, and the shopping atmosphere suitable for all ages is not deceiving. Old shopkeepers dozed off on broken wooden chairs, and only decay and decline pervaded them. Fortunately, this kind of poverty is no longer accused of "defects and backwardness" of the system, and few people in the newspaper stand up and answer, and everyone becomes as quiet as addicts. I hope that the "Yi Nong Information Society" diagonally opposite the glass door of the brightly colored building is written truly and can bring benefits to farmers in Bashang. One by one, I recall colorful small advertisements on gables and telephone poles along the way, all kinds of good news, waterproof warranty, centralized wholesale, the resident manager of a bank, the technical measures for identifying and emergency prevention of grasshoppers, the village rules and regulations that can be seen everywhere, and of course, the repeated advertisements: military doctors specialize in treating gynecological diseases such as male gonorrhea, syphilis and condyloma acuminatum. It's really interesting. I have little interest in seeing such things that have nothing to do with life. After thinking about it, in fact, all this is not against professional ethics. It only protects the dignity of the unfortunate with the role of saving lives, rather than posing as a moral guardian. The Book of Rites said: "eat drink man woman, the great desire of man exists." "Mencius" said: eating color, sex is also. The Analects of Confucius also said: I have never seen such a virtuous person as a lecherous. It can be seen that the well-being of men and women is natural, and it is as necessary for physiology as food. However, being too greedy for fun and unfortunately winning the bid is actually a kind of punishment by stealth. To err is human. Patients are anxious to get sick and have their own considerations. For thousands of years, traveling doctors have been practicing medicine in rivers and lakes, making a living by verifying prescriptions and secret recipes, and have also been used to improve society and accumulate virtue. Love it or hate it posted everywhere. In fact, it exists in this world like a god, or it is ridiculed by psoriasis, but in any case, society needs tolerance. How to tolerate? For decades, our literature and art and public opinion have been struggling between dew point and dew point, but Europeans and Americans have long since fled to the end. This is not a UC news report: Recently, male and female netizens in Britain made love in the open square in broad daylight and were beaten up by their parents. I really shouted for the word "fight". It has been a thing since ancient times to engage in artillery battles and field battles. Confucius himself has benefited from field communication since his birth. His father is 66 years old and his mother is 65,438+05 years old. Therefore, the master emphasized that a gentleman is lewd and not lewd. Feng Zikai wrote in "Old Shanghai" that he led an honest and clean life and never went whoring, but when he walked through the intersection of Tibet on Sima Road, he couldn't help but want to see it. Looking for Zhao Lantian's contribution to book binding, I came into contact with some books of the Republic of China. Interestingly, pre-war literature developed in an orderly and healthy way under the new cultural banner of "democracy and science". 4 1 After the total fall of Shanghai, the characteristics of uncertainty, superficiality, cynicism and even eroticism were favored by Shanghai-style rising stars, and even female writers like Su Qing were not spared from the roughness and ridicule of the language of the times. Women's great desires ",Zhang Ailing's:" If marriage is to make a living, then marriage is a long-term prostitution ",which led to the bizarre theory of" the bifurcation between men and women and the stomach "that was later sought after, and even disdained to talk about two girls' resentment for the same man for a lifetime, wandering each other in the details of their hearts, or ending in an instant; Inverted bats, dead people being sipped at berths, and so on. Gentlemen and beautiful women are still like this, let alone ordinary people? So what can't be cured may contain eternal genes, just like countless advertisements on this telephone pole in Bashang, and it is also an endless inheritance of a certain culture.
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Liu Xiaodong 20 19.8. 16 draft 1.