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"The Story of Wukong" is an empty story and nonsense, but it is about personnel.

First, let's tell the story. The monkey is a dead monkey. He used to be an unruly and indomitable little man. Through his own hard work, he finally became a member of the upper class. He forgot everything without conscience, but gave up everything again for self-esteem. He suffered a lot and was killed by his favorite woman. He died unsatisfied! The story is over. And he is not the only one, but the pioneer of the vast number of small people, so the story begins again, starting to learn from the scriptures, killing monsters, beating the sky, piercing the sky, and dying helplessly again. However, this is not over yet. The stone has returned to Huaguoshan, and it may learn from the scriptures, kill monsters, fight against heaven and die. This is reincarnation, never ending!

Let's talk about feelings again. The author wrote about contradictions, pains and struggles, which he didn't understand until a certain stage in his life. He just looked at it and felt very tragic, but he didn't know where it came from. We ourselves are Laojun, Guanyin, Tang Priest, Monkey, Pig and Friar Sand. At one time, we all had the same ideals as monkeys, indomitable and fearless, the same aspirations as Tang Priest, the same compassion as old pigs, the same fear of power and sympathy for the weak as Lao Sha, and the same honesty, integrity and hard work as Lao Sha. In the end, it turned out to be too superior, Guanyin, the trend, referring to the deer as a horse, helping others, and echoing others. Why? Because the monkeys who didn't become Guanyin are all dead or on their way to death. Don't tell jokes. I once had a dream, probably before the fifth grade of primary school. I want to be a great inventor, benefit all mankind, become a great man, save the world and become a rich man, so that my parents can enjoy their happiness every day without working hard ... these are my so-called ideals before, and later I called them dreams, but now it seems just a joke. Look at the boss's face every day, be careful not to touch the boundaries of social rules, eat the flat peaches that are rewarded, and drink the nectar that is rewarded in the seat. Once upon a time, this is the most disdainful person in our own hearts!

This book reveals another possibility. What if not? The book tells you my answer, straightforward and honest, die!

All kinds of deaths! The reason why this book is shocking is to show you this frog-style death method cooked in warm water and fried in fire. You are depressed, but helpless. You want to cry, but helpless. You can't help slapping yourself. There is nothing to do. There is nothing to do.

Perhaps the most tragic place in this book lies in the regret and helplessness that the ideal is dead in my heart!