Has Jing M.Guo published a new book?

There is a new book, late spring and early summer.

Author: Jing M.Guo

Screen name: the fourth dimension

He won the first prize in the third and fourth new concept composition competitions. His published works include Fantasy City, The Edge of Love and Pain, Left-handed Reflection, Right-handed Time, How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams, etc.

At present, I am studying in the School of Film and Television Art and Technology of Shanghai University, and my major is a strange combination of science and engineering and art.

Personality: half bright and half dark, negative and full of hope for life, firmly believe in the beautiful things in human nature, but still indulge in despair.

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one

Just after the middle of March of 200 1 year, Xiao Bei and I began to consume 1000ml Sprite every day to compete with the crazy soaring temperature. Every time I drink a bottle of Sprite, Xiao Bei always says that this March is completely crazy, and spring is as hot as summer. But I always don't talk. First, talking accelerates the evaporation of water in my body. Second, I'm considering whether to buy another 500 ml Sprite when Beckham is talking.

MM, the talented person played in the play, said that when I was a child, I saw an article beginning with "2000" and knew that people were making up fake stories again.

Me too. When I was a child, I always thought that people in their twenties should wear a heavy metal helmet to fly around in the dark and dirty sky, or, more accurately, it doesn't matter, just hanging in the air, not touching the world or the ground. However, when I was in my twenties, I found that time was still flowing and the market was still calm. I still have to finish seven or eight papers printed in Arabic numerals every day. Xiao Bei still walks through the campus full of camphor trees every day with the modern history of China that is thick enough to kill people. I still have to write some articles, which make me sick of myself and others because I got high marks in Chinese. Xiao Bei still drinks 1000 ml Sprite every day, otherwise she will be tanned by the summer sun like a white lady.

I can also write the opening sentence of "March 200 1 year is just over half" calmly and without excitement.

Standing in the shadow of more than 200 years, my heart is quiet. Xiao Bei said that this is due to the persistent severe pain attack for a long time, which leads to sensory nerve numbness. I then nodded, and immediately remembered that the biology book said that creatures always have certain adaptability to the environment. Later, when I read the biology book, I found another sentence: the adaptability of living things has a certain range. When the harsh environment exceeds the adaptability of living things, it will cause the death of living things.

I was startled and threw the book away. I think biology books are like a poisonous snake. It bit me hard, and the wound was small but deep, leaving me in an invisible place with a dull pain.

two

So-and-so said: Frequent monthly exams are like tossing and turning.

Xiaobei and I have been in a state of repetition since the spring of 200 1 year: death, then rebirth, then death, then rebirth. Xiaobei said that things like phoenix and firebird are far behind us.

Senior three brothers and sisters have just been touched three times. When we walked through the campus, Xiaobei and I didn't dare to look at them, for fear of seeing a gnashing face and their bad mood affecting us. They say senior three students are "sitting in hell and looking up at heaven", but what are we? Xiao Bei said: We sat on the bed and looked up at the ceiling-doing nothing.

In the summer of 2000, that is, the summer when our first year of high school ended, Xiao Bei and A chose liberal arts and left me alone in science. They said they wanted to leave me in a bad environment and cultivate my high-level combat ability. I laughed at Xiao Bei as a traitor, and Xiao Bei said I was too weak. I said that I had the so-called integrity to stay in science, and Xiao Bei said that even if she chose liberal arts, she died vigorously. We all have our own reasons, so we turn back to our respective directions, sharpen our heads and rush to a new life-or a new death. Nobody knows.

I saw the mottled and deep shadows cast by life flying over my head, the hourglass tossed and turned, and thousands of cranes bloomed brilliantly for another season. I know another year has passed. Many things have changed.

Xiao Bei can already treat his physical achievements as a joke, and I can also say frankly that the Opium War was 1940. It doesn't matter, anything will do.

I think I must not go abroad in my life, otherwise I will regret it. Because when those foreign friends ask about the history of my country, I will be at a loss. Then my friends with blue eyes and yellow hair will stare big eyes and ask me: Are you from China?

This problem is very serious. I am a patriotic person.

So I began to think about the significance of my efforts to make foreign language scores into the top ten of the whole grade. Or, as people care, what is the value.

three

The frog outside the window attacked my eardrum. I don't know if they are going through menopause, because I heard from frogs the fierceness, irritability and despair.

This March, my despair has passed, and I can hear the sad voice growing wildly in my heart, just like the joyful jointing sound of wheat in rainy season. I can hear the sound of bones exploding one after another, and I can hear the sound of my brain being eroded by something, but I don't resist or struggle. I think as long as you don't squeeze out those equations and formulas, I don't care how you fix this glistening brain like tofu. I sit still, my eyes wander, I greet death peacefully, and I fall into nothingness with my feet on the ground.

I didn't even try to bark twice like a menopausal frog outside the window. I broke my jar, so you can do whatever you like.

That's what I told Xiao when I called him. He scolded me on the phone for nearly half an hour. He said how can a person be so depressed? I said it doesn't matter whether I have fighting spirit or not. If you think too much, you will have it. If you don't want to, your fighting spirit will weaken bit by bit. It's like sleeping in a dormitory in winter. It's freezing. Think about it. You can sleep under the cover of home heating. Once you fall asleep and don't want to get up, the chill will come back, and freezing is an inevitable result. Later, I found that my metaphorical argumentation skills became more and more proficient.

I heard a long sigh on the other end of Xiao A's phone. So I said to him, don't worry, I won't die for a while. I'm the kind of person who looks too weak to die.

The little boy said, I came back to see you on May Day, and your boy lived in peace before May Day.

I said I must save my life for May Day when you come back.

four

Xiao transferred to another school, Xiao Bei went to liberal arts, and Jamlom left my city to go to college. This is the biggest sorrow I could have imagined six months ago. But now I don't think it matters. I think sometimes a person's life is good. You can lose your temper at will, and then sleep quietly with a pillow. So what is the biggest sadness I can imagine now? I thought about it: there is nothing sad.

Xiao Bei crumpled up the math test paper for the nth time and prepared to throw it out of the window. After calming down, she carefully smoothed the test paper for the nth time. I said Xiao Bei, your actions fully reflect your weakness. XiaoBei said with a straight face, I can be better than anyone without taking math in the college entrance examination. Then Xiao Bei and I heard the sound of Riikkala ok, a new comprehensive building. Xiao Bei recognized that the art teacher was singing Karen Mok's Strong Reason. I don't think there is anything like Karen Mok except someone's hoarse voice. I don't know why I think of the desperate frog outside the window.

The comprehensive building hasn't stopped tossing since the day it was repaired. First Professor Chuan Mei came to class, then Professor Hua Normal University, now Professor Fudan, and the university professor I miss very much. I was ready to squat and start, but I was still blocked out of the newly-built spacious and bright auditorium. The reason is that the places registered before me are full. I looked inside and saw XXX, XXX. I don't know the significance and value of these people who know nothing but OICQ turning on their computers and coming here to listen to computer lectures. All I know is that I was blocked from the door, no matter how many times I got an A in the computer exam or participated in computer training. I looked at the big "Shanghai" on the welcome board in front of the building for a while, and then staggered home.

five

I went back to my home. I, a resident student, actually have my own home.

Last summer, Xiao Bei and I tasted what it was like without a fan, what it was like to stop water frequently without taking a bath, and what it was like to face a group of mosquitoes that could kill us with pesticides. The girls' building in Xiaobei faces the lake, and there are relatively few mosquitoes. The boys' building is located in a dense forest. What we console ourselves with is that there is a palace in the forest where many handsome princes live. Every night, I open my eyes and listen to the screams of mosquitoes in the dormitory. I always feel in a trance. I am standing on the land of 1999 Yugoslavia, waiting for an unpredictable air strike.

After my patience with Xiao Bei reached the maximum, I escaped with Xiao Bei and rented a house outside. I live in a small attic on the street, and Xiaobei lives at the end of the street. There is a five-minute walk between them. You live on the street and I live at the end of the street. * * * Power cut, * * * water cut.

When we meet friends to congratulate us on our move, Xiao Bei and I will say with a serious face that we are all a family.

Xiaobei's room is big and empty like a garage. I told Xiao Bei that I think it's okay to stop the east wind. My room is very small, so there is probably not much room left after stopping the motorcycle, and there are not many things to move in. Finally, I chose a lot of books and tapes. I feel a sense of satisfaction when I watch the room of 12 square meter being filled up by me bit by bit. I told myself this was my home.

After that, I walked back and forth in 12 square meters every night, listening to the desperate frogs outside the window. These menopausal sounds can dilute the boredom of life.

So this state has been going on.

six

April fool's day in April is not fun at all. In the days to come, Xiao Bei and I will still die over and over again.

This late spring and early summer, I began to think about Shanghai Xiaobei crazily and Beijing crazily.

When I dream, I often dream of old houses, big and small, on Huating Road, beautiful streets in hengshan road, brightly lit Nanjing Road, rough and heavy external walls of Peace Hotel, whistles flying by the river, the yard where Zhang Ailing lived, pigeons flying in groups in People's Square, middle schools that have been tested for three hours, and Pudong, but I have never crossed the river and looked up affectionately under the Oriental Pearl and Jinmao.

Xiao Bei, on the other hand, is thinking about the ice and snow in Beijing, the warm lights in quadrangles, the strings of candied haws, the rock bands in various bars, the clear ripples in Peking University, the thick yellow curtains in the Forbidden City and the glittering dragon chairs.

This late spring and early summer, Xiaobei and I just daydreamed and lived happily. I said I was admitted to Fudan University, and Xiao Bei said that if I failed in math, I could consider the problem of Peking University.

The situation of the mid-term exam can be said to be terrible. Those who passed math in the whole grade can be counted with their fingers. Xiao Bei is very happy because many people are buried with her in math. She said cheekily, the death of one person is a great sorrow, and the death of a thousand people is an irresistible fate, so I don't intend to struggle.

The essay topic of the mid-term exam is "I walked a lot in my dream, but I woke up in bed". As a result, I wrote about Shanghai in my dream, and Xiao Bei wrote about Beijing in her dream. I think I was completely controlled by this daydream in late spring and early summer.

After the mid-term exam, the teacher gave us post-exam education. She said that it should be no problem for the top 20 students to go to Peking University and Tsinghua. So I am very happy. I think I have a good chance of being admitted to Fudan University.

seven

Zhong Zhong and Mozzie took an adult oath and missed two classes aboveboard. It is said that the place is in the Martyrs Cemetery, and Xiao Bei and I laughed for a long time. Xiao Bei said it was just one person. Why is the atmosphere so miserable? Xiao Bei and I are minors for the time being, so we two children can laugh all the time and don't take it to heart.

Mosquito said that on the day of the oath, there were people everywhere in the cemetery. You squeeze me and I squeeze you, and the Martyrs Cemetery can add two more martyrs at any time. Mosquito said that after scolding for more than ten minutes, the right hand clenched into a fist seemed to be sour. Xiao Bei and I told her at the same time that it was growing pains.

eight

That night, I sat at my desk alone, in front of the dark sky and desperate frogs outside the window, thinking about what kind of person I really am.

I think I should be a quiet person. I can read and write for a long time without saying a word. Give me endless coffee and books, and I can keep an eternal posture.

I think maybe I am a noisy person. I have been saying in my circle of friends that Xiao Ya once said: If you want, it is easy to find Jing M.Guo. Going to Class 3, Grade 2, I saw a large group of people around, and the guy in the middle was dancing and spitting.

I think I am a person who can be content with the ordinary. I used to think that if I could have my own farm, my own cattle and sheep and my own clean vegetables in a place where the noise of a city could not reach, it would be a happy life.

I think maybe I am a vain and prosperous person. Otherwise, I won't like Shanghai, a place full of colors and red dust. Looking forward to the life of BMW cars.

When I asked Xiao Bei this question the next day, Xiao Bei thought for a long time. Finally, she and I analyzed me, even who we are, and even used things like birth date and fingerprints. Xiaobei finally quoted the theory of rascal Cai: We are ordinary people, and we are also special people, so we are particularly ordinary.

nine

April day in the world, May Day in the world, the days passed day by day, and Xiaobei and I continued to die over and over again.

In late spring and early summer, phoenix flowers and iris bloomed wantonly. Signs of "50 for picking flowers" can be seen everywhere in schools. Xiao Bei said after reading it that prices are so expensive these days.

Student apartments are being built behind the new school canteen. This school is always expanding at a speed that surprises me. I'm always worried about whether this development will make it necessary to take a bus from the canteen to the classroom.

Xiao Bei still repeats the work of crumpling and smoothing the math test paper. I still write the composition that makes others sick and makes myself sick. I still lose 50 science subjects every day, and Beckham still recites 500 words of history questions every day.

Xiaobei and I still have to consume 1000ml of bubble sprite every day, otherwise we won't survive the stinging sunshine. I have some doubts that drinking like this until the end will "swell like a transparent jellyfish" as Wang Xiaobo said.

There is no difference. Late spring and early summer seem to last forever.

I watched the sunshine above my head get brighter every day, and I couldn't face it every day. The shadow cast by camphor trees is getting thicker every day, and I begin to feel that I am really mediocre in this late spring and early summer.

I deeply sigh that my passion for life has dissipated, and I am deeply impressed by the lost time. But what's the use? At most, I am like a dying woman standing by the river of youth and shouting: My youth! My youth!

Should a 17-year-old child have seventy-year-old sorrow?

Those time flies, those flowing waters that are gone forever, I saw the black wind blowing in the forest, and Xiaobei and I stood unconsciously in the wind for a whole year. How come it's been a year? How did a long time turn into a short moment? I wonder whether the crystal ball is in the hands of the queen or the witch.

The dead are like this! The dead are like this! Thousands of years ago, someone stood by the river and said loudly.

ten

One day, Xiao Bei and I found that the amount of sprite we drink every day has reached 1500ml. When we found this, Xiaobei and I were both surprised. I think we have taken another big step towards "transparent jellyfish".

Xiao Bei said: late spring and early summer have passed, and summer has finally come.

I nodded, and I said that summer has finally come, and I want to end my mediocrity.

I think I really should end it.