The Complete Works of Xiao Mu Porcelain Works.

For drunkards, for night owls.

For dreamers, for living families.

For those who have no hometown, for those who have lost their loved ones.

To those who have tried to commit suicide countless times, to all lonely people.

Yan Ge, Yan Ming, Peng Tan, Tang Lei and Zhang Xiaozhou all like to recommend them and preface them affectionately.

Basic Introduction Title: Wild Author: Woodware ISBN: 978-7-5063-8998-3 Category: Short Story Collection Pages: 304 Pricing: 38.00 Publishing House: Writers Publishing House Publishing Time: 20 16.8 Binding: Paperback Format: 32 Open Content Introduction, Author Introduction, Editor's Recommendation, Famous Writers. On the spiritual growth history of atypical youth in this era. On the free dream and lonely past of urban vagrants. About the problems we face and the difficulties we have experienced. Fifteen stories, fifteen songs. Wandering between documentaries and novels, with the taste of psychedelic and metal, the calm narrative hides huge traps and tells the stories of young people who are passionate, divided, contradictory, fragile, hypocritical, selfish and lonely. The most unspeakable confession, the most secret memory, the most tortuous riddle, the most free girl. Running without boundaries is like remembering without end. If you can't say it, write a story. What we pursue all our lives is to be ourselves. Remember your route is more important than knowing your way. Mu Xiaoci, editor of the author's brief introduction, is an atypical Capricorn in 1993 and loves Yantai girl in Chengdu. Graduated from the Department of Drama, Film and Literature of Sichuan Conservatory of Music, Chengdu Fang and Modern Sky are the most unreliable former employees. In the process of editing Fang brand publications, the interviewees include Feng Tang, Yang Zhao, Matsui Shigen, photographer Xiao Quan, writer Luo Yijun, music critic Zhang Tiezhi, artist, Welsh folk musician "Gentle Good" and so on. During my tenure at Modern Sky, I was responsible for the overall planning and writing of the media and photographers of Strawberry Music Festival, and interviewed famous domestic musicians including Dongye. Ma Di and Yao. Rogue, mentally retarded. Narcissism, cool. WeChat official account (peaceand ***) A WeChat was created because of boredom. Editors recommend editing 1. In our minds, the post-90s generation has always been a group of children. However, you found that even children born in 1999 are about to enter the bar mitzvah of 18. They grow up secretly, they are independent, they are self-centered, they are rebellious, they don't follow the rules, and they want to make a sound to the world. We should listen to them. The author of this book is Mu Xiaoci, a Capricorn woman in 1993. She loves rock and roll, plays photography, makes documentaries, films, writes things and does what she likes. She never hesitates, is not timid and is excellent in all aspects. Her living state and her mental state are, to some extent, the projection of the post-90s generation. 3. Eight years' writing experience makes the author's writing skills mature and far beyond his age. Although the story is around us, there are hidden traps and traps in the calm narrative, which makes readers want to stop. 4. Each article can correspond to a song or a movie. Literature and art itself is a family. I hope that what you feel in Mu Xiaoci's works is not only static words, but also dynamic pictures. 5. In the design idea of this book, the cover style is explosive, popular and eye-catching, and the layout design is ingenious. 6. Celebrities and good people from all walks of life such as literary and art circles, publishing circles and photography circles collectively help out, recommend and preface. Famous editors recommend editors to forget from simple love, and music permeates layers of stories. Everyone has to experience the floating youth that is remembered by wild words. Many lovely children spent their most important youth time in Chengdu, spent it in bars and music in Chengdu, and grew up in LiveHouse ... After another generation, they wrote their own life of flesh and blood, pain and love. I really want to slow down and read it carefully I think it will look good and recommend it to everyone. On Children's Day in Tang Lei, I, a middle-aged man, was attracted by "setting green" by accident. "Solid green" can be a teenager's blood ice cream or a strong cocktail-you can live longer if you drink it slowly. There is a youthful tension in Zhang Xiaozhou's running, which is licentious, confused, confused and sexy. Seeing "Run Wild" means reading novels, and watching movies is like listening to a concert. More like smoking, drinking beer and chatting with friends on the roadside at night after the performance. Yan Ge Xiangmei's wine is hard to swallow in my mouth, and the lines of Xiao Mu porcelain have the magic and wildness that I can't stop. Youth, love, the world, and people's hearts, she knows everything and has feelings everywhere. She tells them with accurate words. Only young and sensitive souls can be struck by mediocrity. Then, the river turned upside down, and the decisive battle was won. All the joys and sorrows were torn to pieces and spilled all the way. Let me, an ignorant person, catch a glimpse of her lewdness, cold and hot, and think in despair that I am an unconscious fool at her age. Yan Ming, who read these words at last? Maybe these words will accidentally change another person and create other pictures, maybe it's not that important. Being recorded is a meaning in itself. After I left Chengdu, I began to miss it like a lovelorn girl. It is a great happiness to have a hometown that is not my hometown. The days when I was studying in Chengdu were the golden age that I couldn't copy. Speaking of those lovely spring days in Jinguan City, the old dream of Xiling accompanied by autumn snow, thinking of the inn in Millennium Street of Anren Ancient Town, the children playing with water guns in Huanglongxi, the sudden heavy rain on the way back to Pingle in early April, the tunnel that four school buses must pass through on Hongxing Road, every performance and midnight snack from the pub to the eastern suburbs will make me feel at ease and happy in any corner of the world. My real hometown is a coastal town in the north. My hometown in memory seems to be only two points and one line from school to home, and I don't know anything about that city. I spent my restless adolescence there, only remembering the winter of my childhood, the cool sea breeze, the dazzling sunset and the heavy snow that didn't reach my knees. In a word, I don't think I will wear this wedding dress on the ground floor of my hometown again. Only suitable for growing in photos and hanging on the wall. I spent a lot of time and visited many places. The migration between cities makes me feel less and less heavy. Once I wore a hotel bathrobe as a coat 1 1 month at the strawberry music festival in Dongguan. In Chongqing in April, I sat by the river of Nanbin Road and watched the two cable cars meet and separate. A few nights, I didn't see Hongya Cave with the lights on. Seda in September seems to be an adventure alone. The day before I left, I sat on the steps in front of Tancheng Hotel and suddenly felt like an uninvited guest. I ate my first stinky tofu in Qingdao, and watched my friend write his girlfriend's name on the beach at the intersection of Tuojiang River and Jialing River in Luzhou, and drew a heart. Not long ago, on the sultry beach in Sanya, no party members listened to Cao Dong's "Mountains and Seas": I heard the voice of that teenager, and there was a future in the past. Longing for a happy ending, but not yourself. People often talk to me about the word "freedom". I'm the kind of savage who can kill himself by giving me a gun. There is a kind of self-abuse and self-abandonment in my bones, leaving no room and never leaving any way out for myself. Like a wild child who is always in a rebellious period, he can calm down and examine himself and others at any time. I know that the benchmark of an ideal lifestyle is often just an illusion. In those sleepless nights, no one knows where your anxiety comes from, just as no one cares about what you care about. Young people are trapped in cubicles and rented houses and can't get out. I'm glad I have the courage to run away regardless. It may be reckless, but I am always ready to pay the corresponding price for my freedom. There is no freedom. Persistence means everything. Let creators create, diplomats do diplomacy, owls stay up all night, giraffes look into the distance. Everything is in order and the world is beautiful. All the pursuit of things and people you really love is the ultimate of frustration and death. You lost control like a poison, and with the enthusiasm of a sex addict, you rolled to death in an oil pan and never repented. That kind of love, just like holding to sleep in the sweltering summer night without air conditioning, opening a can of iced coke in the street in the winter with sub-zero temperature in the north and drinking it while walking. The waist band has a song, "Who should we sing to?" . Many times, I don't know who I, or we, should face to write. In this era when everyone is an author, but there are very few real readers, what kind of writing is really needed? The mystery that can never be solved, the ignorance of self, the possibility of real communication between people, it seems that everything I try to think and discuss is not easy and happy. All the people in the stories are young, sexy, enthusiastic and active. But lonely, heavy, empty and irritable. I am fascinated by the psychedelic zone between reality and fiction, the trap and murder in calm narration, and want to be a powerful emotional intruder, even if I can't tell the truth from the false in the end. Perhaps nothing needs to be traced back to the source to distinguish, and psychedelic is the best state. There are so many cool things in the world, such as rolling on the mud beach, drinking beer and taking a bath, and traveling around the world in a century-old boat. I want to do so many things, like beggars all over the world, urban management all over the world, steaks all over the world, pirated books all over the world and love you all over the world. But it is as little as the love of the whole world. What we pursue all our lives is to be ourselves. There is a line in "peeping tom" that says: I will lose everything I have filmed. I know that only what is lost really belongs to me. Lost time, lost people, lost oneself, all became stories in the end. So, if you can't say it, write a story. For drunkards, for night owls. For dreamers, for living families. For people who have no hometown. Dedicated to those who have lost their loved ones. For those who have tried to commit suicide countless times. To all the lonely people. Remember your route is more important than knowing your way. Thank you for tolerating my evil deeds and being my accomplice.