The author made it clear that he was learning while writing, learning the real realm he wanted.

If you can't keep up, readers, the Pegasus is very fast, and it is very elusive, and it is not a Pegasus to follow, let alone a dragon in the starry sky that is flying through the sky and the earth!

Only the dragons of heaven and earth can chase the dragons of the same kind in the sky, only the gods in the human race can understand what the gods are thinking, and only the gods who surpass the gods can fully understand the author's true simple words at ease and at ease.

Congratulations! If you understand, you are really strong, but don't be too strong, because no one can understand you if you are too much, then you are an absolute!

Mr. North Drift, the Lord of the Wanderers, is the second to rush out of the area of the Black Hole Behemoth. Because the Dark King was too far behind at the beginning, no matter how much he caught up, he couldn't catch up with the seven people in front of him.

However, what is unexpected is that Mr. Beipiao was not attacked immediately like the previous Transcendent Lord, and I can't help but be a little confused? Why did the Transcendent Lord suffer an attack from inside the crystal building, but the second Mr. Beipiao who arrived did not happen?

The third to arrive, Nanfeng Bujing, was also fine, and the two of them were amazed by the strange and fantastic world realm in the crystal building in front of them.

When the fourth Zhuangzi arrived, a mutation occurred, three bombardments came in the blink of an eye, Mr. Beipiao and Nanfeng were killed in an instant, and Zhuangzi narrowly flashed with a phantom

Look at the Mona Lisa picture on the wall before class.

Mu Xin: "This mouth is placed there, I don't know how many paintings I have, it doesn't count." Da Vinci himself can't come.

This is a lesson I gave when I was sixty-seven. When you're sixty-seven. You can take a look. Like wine, sunshine, rain and dew, slowly ripening.

Mrs. Woolf said, "You will not understand what I say. She was in her sixties at the time.

Age is very important. I was in my thirties and forties and fifty, and I had read Woolf, and in my sixties I understood – what was right and what was wrong with her.

I dare to say, what I'm talking about today, you can read in your sixties. Read it: Fortunately, I listened to Mu Xin's words.

I listen to my own words. I listen to the words. I was told by someone else. Like Nietzsche, I listen to him. I can't imagine that without Nietzsche, without the words of the artists of the past, there would not have been mine.

Thankfully, we are living in the twentieth century. There are more than 2,000 years ahead. Or even five or six thousand years old.

I have a love-hate relationship with square words. But the poems I write most satisfactorily are. Foreigners can't understand it. Poems that cannot be translated. Foreigners learn Chinese, no matter how good they are. It's only enough to read novels and essays, and it's desperate for poetry.

Chinese characters can only be born in China and die in China. Think about it again: if you can survive and die with Qu Yuan and Tao Yuanming, you can do it, and your anger will be calm, and you will obediently finish talking about the "Literary History of the World and the World".

Modern art, genres, more and more. This is a bad phenomenon. Last time, I talked about a formula: intuition - concept - concept. From Greece to the Renaissance to Romanticism, humanity can be traced to the age of intuition.

The era of intuition is very long, and later schools all want to enter the concept alone, but they have fallen into the concept of time and space.

So in a fit of rage, I put the art of the twentieth century in the age of concepts. In the future, according to idealism, what will come is the age of ideas.

I'm a patriot who has turned my face, an idealist who has turned my back, and I'm looking backwards. I take ancient art as my ideal, and I envy them very much for their ability to create art by intuition.

I love the prime of man's life, his youth, his youth, his art in childhood—culture without infancy—and the loveliest stage of human literature is his childhood and adolescence.

Taking Chinese poetry as an example, there are 300 poems in the Book of Songs, of which at least 30 are the best poems in China. When I arrived at Qu Yuan and Tao Qian, I looked carefully and already had a concept. Qu Yuan is a vanilla beauty, Tao Qian is always wine, wine.

The three hundred chapters of the "Book of Songs" have no concept at all, and they are completely virginal.

Li Bai and Du Fu are even more powerful. By the Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, poetry was all conceptualized. From this point of view, my patriotism and idealism that have turned their backs have been helpless, but there is a reason for it.

Let's talk about it: What does a person do when he comes to the world? Love the loveliest, the most beautiful, the most beautiful, and the most delicious.

I can't find so much lovely, good-sounding, delicious, and good-looking, so I know what is good. I didn't die in the "Cultural Revolution", and I survived by this most memorable thought—I have seen, heard, eaten, and loved.

Music, Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, etc. As for the food, it is vegetables, legumes, the best to eat, where is the bear's paw bird's nest. Love, birth to death, death to life, decades of vigorous romance, I have come, I can give an account to God. They wanted to shoot me during the Cultural Revolution, but I am not afraid, I have no regrets.

It's all loved. But something needs to be done. I am deeply educated in art, and I cannot repay it. Such cultivation, no, I'm sorry for art. The words of young people are easy to say, and the bad ones are easy to say, and the good ones are not easy to say.

Literature is lovely. Life is fun. Art has to be sacrificed.

Let's quote Lao Tzu's words first: Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are clear. The winner is powerful, and the self-winner is strong. Those who are content are rich, and those who are forced have ambitions. Those who do not lose their place will live for a long time, and those who die will not die.

Philosophers and writers throughout the ages do not understand people. I don't even understand Lao Tzu. Montaigne, I don't understand people. Max, ignorant of people.

The program of my poems: as soon as it is heard, it is vulgar.

Don't talk about literature being sublime and great. Literature is lovely. Don't give up on literature after class – literature is the study of people – at least, read books every day. When I cook, eat, and bathe, I read books. Tang Xianzu, there are also books hanging in the chicken shed and cowshed, and if there is a sentence temporarily, write it down.

Don't make a fuss about anything, don't push it to extremes.

Reading is a choice at the beginning, and later, it is beneficial to open the book. In the beginning, it is often good to go far. Huang Qiuhong called and said that he was watching Zhuang Lao and watching "Wenxin Carving Dragon". I listened and was terrified: a child, who had not yet grown teeth, had bitten a walnut. When you start reading, you have to be shallow—so shallow that you can be condescending at the beginning.

As soon as you come up and listen to Brahms's Symphony No. 1, you will drown. At first, I listened to "Ave Maria" and "March of the Army", which was very good. I listened to these when I was a child, and then I came to Hangzhou to listen to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", but I didn't understand it at all.

In ancient times, people didn't know what they were doing, but in modern times, all mistakes were made knowingly.

The intelligence of modern people is that they are not "confused for a while", but they have the courage to commit crimes "although thousands of people are in the past".

Among modern people, I am afraid that only idiots and neuropaths may be simple and kind. Most normal people are elves and eccentrics, guarding and stealing.

This is modern man. We were born in modern times, and it's too hard to get back to the basics.

In the eleven and a half years since I came to the United States, I have watched many people fall – unwilling to sacrifice worldly vanity and the practical interests of life.

is not only vain to the bones, but also obsessed with practical profits, and the abacus is too fine: elegant and vulgar, and art and life are both harvested. I applauded, and I applauded. Life is not so cheap.

When I was young in Shanghai, I got a new friend, and I had a good appearance and intelligence. One day, when it came to the boredom of Shanghainese, a small matter attracted a bunch of passers-by to watch. As he was talking, more than a dozen people gathered on the opposite side of the road to discuss something, and the friend hurried over to see what was going on, and I was cold on the side of the road, waiting, this is really lonely, and I was embarrassed to leave, and I waited for a long time before he returned happy.

We have a shared psychological appeal. When you finish drawing a proud picture, the first thing that comes to mind is who to show it to. People must be like that.

Power and wealth, only to show off, can not be shared, once shared, it is opposite, half of the wealth and power are given to you. Lust is a matter of two people, and there can be no third person. In contrast, art can be shared. Beautiful, talented, and able to do it in politics, business, and love, but it can fail, miscalculate, and go out of step – it's best in art. (To be continued......)