To live is to be old, which contains Feng Tang's representative works in recent years. These casual words express the author's free, fashionable and avant-garde thoughts, and the writing is sharp and humorous. They are ridiculous, sophisticated, full of philosophy and often surprising, which can not only make readers laugh, but also give readers new enlightenment.
Basic introduction topic: Living is old? Author: Feng Tang ISBN :97875470082 18 Price: 25.00 Yuan Press: Wanjuan Publishing Company Publication Time: 20 10-4- 1 format: 16 format introduction, author introduction, celebrity recommendation, work catalogue, etc. There are only some indelible thoughts and imagination full of wings and arms ",and the author's profile Feng Tang, male, 197 1 was born in Beijing. Doctor of Clinical Medicine, Department of Gynecological Oncology, Union Medical College, MBA, Emory University, USA. He lives in Hong Kong and works for McKinsey & Company. He used to be called a strategist, assistant or master. In 2005, he was awarded the title of "Young Writer of the Year" by People's Literature, and was the first writer in the 1970s. With fresh language and skillful techniques, his novels are regarded as the inheritors of Wang Shuo and Wang Xiaobo, and are loved by a large number of literary youth and intellectuals. Published works: Joy, Give Me an Eighteen-year-old Girl, Everything is Growing, Beijing, Bubu, Collection of Short Stories, Eggs in the World and Hundred Poems by Feng Tang. Celebrities recommend Feng Tang as an illegitimate child. The experience of this generation has become magical because of Feng Tang's writing. Of course, even if you are not the author's contemporaries, you can see that this is a dynamic writing with real joy, freedom and fighting spirit. The noblest and the lowest, the most elegant and the lowest, the most harmonious and the least high-profile, are all carnivals written by Feng Tang. -Li Jingze "There is a saying that the people who are in charge of the media now are from the 1970s. Among the people mentioned by Feng Tang. I have read the words of Luo Yonghao and Caitou, and they are all close to the age of no doubt. Twenty years younger than us, just a generation. They have become the backbone of contemporary China's ideological circles, and they are awesome in the afterlife. -Li Yinhe "My wife and I read his prose together and told me that you and he are both in their thirties and can still write. But look what they wrote! I have to say with envy and hatred, * * *, but my ideological level is higher than his. " -Luo Yonghao's Works Catalogue Volume I China's Novels of those books: I realized that those lives touched the prose four times in the passage of time, romantic, lewd, lascivious, resentful and hurting. During the SARS period, I read Plague and banned books on a snowy night. It was a mistake for me to study for another year. How great is Wang Xiaobo? What Lawrence can never do is to be a "rogue" all his life. Jin Daxia and Gu Daxia's words about books, women's words, Lao Dan's golden pyramid principle Volume II, and those people I know. Eraser can't get rid of those years, meals, debauchery, mountains and rivers in Wan Li, and articles in the past twenty years. Mosquitoes live like dogs. Do you love me or not? How could I miss her? Cultural Significance of Biography of the Assassin of A Fei Girl In 2004, the words in Hu Yun's "North Drift" in Wenqing were only rich in materials, and Huang Laoxie collected a large number of words. You must read less about Dong Qiao's life and the angry Zeng Guofan's road to self-improvement. Ten thousand years later, Wang Shuo, who wrote a historical blockbuster, was old when he was alive, which was against human nature. Volume three, those things are all retired at the age of 30. Why do we like tables, chairs and benches in the Ming Dynasty? Who is more stupid and retarded than who? In love, how much you earn from catching a cold is enough. It's time to fantasize about the ancients Postscript of the first edition of the growth of all things. Preface to the second edition of Everything Growing. Preface to Give Me an Eighteen-year-old Girl. Preface to Joy: Zhong Yong, who almost became sad, changed a pair of trousers and changed his city life. However, the jade in his hand has soared for ten years in the daytime. The Strategic Planning of Jiao Cha Jiu's Life —— Guo Zhen's "Spring Palace" is parasitic on his notebook to play time if it is far away from life —— my article. About the knowledge of human resources and fate, the article has been written for a long time. 70 people still don't know that there is a body, and there are thoughts and thoughts to sing. The thoughts need to be persistent, such as complaining about others and red wine evoking the soul. The scenery of the second floor and basement in Beijing is chaotic, chaotic, peaceful and beautiful. Hong Kong people are crowded, a plate of flowers explodes Hong Kong, old people are rich, and Hong Kong Taoyuan Cuba chooses the city to die. Amsterdam and Hong Kong rice are not afraid of the red light and blue smoke in Beijing. If "The Preface to Dunhuang" falls into the hands of critics, I should be ashamed, which may be a good example. There are still a lot of theories waiting for him to kill his father and mother. But Feng Tang is still a "killing theory", and the ready-made theory will collapse when it reaches him. So Feng Tang's novels have been written for more than ten years, and it is rumored that this person is a master. However, no one can tell which school he belongs to, and no critic is willing to recruit him to provoke him-I don't remember any famous critic trying to recruit him, and I don't want to cause this trouble, which will only expose the green trees of literature and the ashes of theory. In the Chinese medicine shop, every medicine has a drawer, but Feng Tang's medicine can't fit into any drawer, so he has to put it under the counter, knowing that he is here is also an absence. Of course, it is unfortunate for a novelist not to be included in the ready-made interpretation system. At least, he can't make decisions. He is destined to be an epileptic monk, a monk and a Taoist. He has no cassock and his game is red and dirty. However, the master needs to be explained and put into a medicine jar to make soup that helps the world and people. Just like some monks are destined to be abbots, their treasures are solemn and solemn, and it seems as if they are destined to accept ten incense sticks, with towering temples and gold beads and jade to match him. If an epileptic monk becomes a novelist, it's about Feng Tang. He doesn't care. He doesn't divide people into three categories, parents and sons, leaders, intellectuals and people. As the doctor can see, people are in the delivery room, so is pushing the stove; In the eyes of the bath owner, people are in the bathhouse. Knowing that all beings are equal and being a thorough materialist, you can become an epileptic monk, drink and eat meat, and scold your ancestors. Feng Tang's novels are not reality. Feng Tang's novels are not dreams. Feng Tang's novels do not dream of reality, nor does reality erode dreams. Feng Tang, a novelist, does not live between dream and reality. He doesn't live when he tries to dominate himself or the world. Therefore, Feng Tang's novels have good language and narrative, which makes people read with relish or fly into a rage. But they say his story is not good, that's right. The so-called story is nothing more than people trying to dominate themselves or the world. Feng Tang's world has no stories, and Feng Tang's world has no characters. No one will imagine that he is a character in Feng Tang's novels, and he can't find the door if he wants to go in. Feng Tang's world is closed and self-sufficient, which transcends people's self-imagination and self-consciousness. His novels will never be made into movies, because his world has no power and will, or even love. This is not a utopia, nor a kingdom of Huangtuo, nor a human being planned by McKinsey, nor a paradise. This is a utopia with barren hills and green peaks, and empty people clap their hands and sing. There is only sound in Feng Tang's novels: echoing in the air, playing with the silent coloratura of equality. Far away, it is a world of mortals game, where all beings listen and then go their separate ways. Exactly: nonsense is none of your business. Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste? Li Jingze Digest I am a native of Beijing. Born and raised in Beijing. Except for one year of military training in Xinyang, Henan, and two years of studying business in the United States, I spent all my time in Beijing. At the first stall in longtan lake Bird Market, I saw the white knife go in and the red knife come out, and the blood dripping in the dark was on the ground. I set up a stall in front of the post office in Chuiyangliu Middle Street to sell old magazines, operating without a license, and earned the first big ticket of 100 yuan. I lost my virginity in a corner of Xishan, and I realized the cause and effect for the first time. It is also a writing career, boasting of sophisticated writing. However, I don't know why, every time I want to write a satisfactory article about Beijing, my heart swells and I can't find the right words and clues. To say the least, others write about Beijing, and I just read it to quench my thirst. Just like others build the Great Wall, I will climb it. However, my favorite literary predecessors, Zhou Zuoren, Zhou Shuren, Yu Pingbo and Shen Congwen, are all southerners. They live in Beijing for a living, and the writing about Beijing is half dry and not wet. Tea in Beijing, My View of Peking University, Snow in Taoranting and Impression and Feeling in Beiping all show the embarrassment of southerners. Lao She and I may have made a mistake, staying in Beijing for too long and feeling too much. Writing essays in Beijing is a slap in the face of the west and a thick stick of the west. Without logical composition, they can't help but be emotional: "Hum, oranges in America are wrapped in paper. It's worth killing when you meet a jade stand with frost in Peiping! " ("Want to Beiping")