Give a slap

Author: Huang Liao
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Publish Date: 2002-01-01
Features: These articles are some of my raw works I scattered across newspapers and magazines. They are basically products of drinking, or what you might call vomit under the starlight after a night of heavy drinking. Many editors who have edited my columns have seen a small note at the end of my manuscripts—"It's pitch black and windy tonight, I'm already drunk, my handwriting is messy, and my thoughts are in a tangle, please forgive me." I've met too many people who call themselves "alcoholics," but I think I am the real deal. I love alcohol, but I don't have much tolerance for it. I drink by force, from the time the moon rises over the western tower to the time the sun rises in the east. Alcohol enters my liver, and I instantly become full of, like a butcher or a bandit, like an old gun that hasn't been fired for a long time. Many people say I'm into commentary, but how could I understand commentary? I think I'm into creation. What I write is actually not related to what I "comment" on. I only write what I think, what you might call "looking left and right while talking about other things." In my opinion, the Wenxin Diaolong and the Shipin also belong to creation. They are filled with "flights of fancy," which are nonsense for works, but full of fragrance for authors and readers. I take this as self-motivation.