How many essays does Gu Long have?

Gu Long's prose is basically concentrated in Non-Collection. There is also a collection of essays "Who will drink to me", but the content is basically the same as "Not a Collection". But I can't find a "no collection" catalogue, so I have to send you a few articles to have a look. Fortunately, the essays written by Gu Long are very short.

the rich

( 1)

Seeing girls who bring happiness to others and try to make themselves happy, just like seeing some of my friends, always makes me want to drink. Those friends Otawa, like me, ran away from home with only a little knowledge, relying on the courage of a moment's blood, and I don't know how many paradoxes I did. I just have a clear conscience, but I have no complaints. Some of these people died young, some walked in dark alleys, and blood was scattered within five steps, but most of them died of alcohol. Is this because they are more focused on temporary emotions and crazy behavior? Or because they have some knots in their chests and want to borrow someone else's glass of wine to water the thunder in their chests? Anyway, my dead friends, I hope you can all rest in peace.

(2)

I believe that many people have felt this way since ancient times. It's just that I first turned his thoughts black and printed them on white paper. People can't help themselves in the Jianghu, but how can they help themselves if they are not in the Jianghu? When I feel bored for a while, I sing and indulge in wine, just to make my loved ones hurt and my enemies fast. I used to be an alcoholic, and I used to come and go between life and death. Why don't I have some sharp feelings in my heart? Now, although I am willing to be lonely and far away from the mountains, I still feel some involuntary sadness from time to time. But recently I realized that life is like this.

Not love.

( 1)

What is love? I love you to death. I am fascinated and ignorant. I will die without you. I want nothing but you, a car, a house, a reputation, a career, friends, even my parents and brothers! You don't have to die. Is this love? Of course, if this emotion can't be regarded as love, what emotion can be regarded as love? -But how long can this love last?

(2)

You are alone, walking on a very remote dusk road, and you see two old people, an old man in rustic clothes and an old lady with lipstick. Two people, without holding hands, don't look very affectionate, sometimes even one walks in front and the other follows, even after 30 or 40 meters, as if it doesn't matter. But if you also have someone who has experienced many battles, vicissitudes and even death, you will know what it is like. That's the cutest, most comfortable and most admirable thing in the world. That is certainly not love, but a mixture of all the greatest love of mankind.

Not friends.

( 1)

I have a friend. Everyone knows that he is my good friend and my good brother. They are all wrong. He is not my friend at all, nor is he my brother. He is just the dearest, dearest and best person in my life. To me, he is not even alone. Because I don't think there can be such a person in this world, and there is no beheading. Some people may sacrifice themselves for their friends, and others may lower themselves for their friends. Do such people still exist in this world?

(2)

I have a little girl, very small and stupid, only a little strange, she actually knows my friendship with that friend very well! She hasn't read many books, but she knows one sentence-you get a bosom friend in life and die without regret! Then she said to me, "You have such a friend in your life that you can die!" " "

(3)

The question is, does she really want me dead? The answer is: yes. -Because only the dead have no other girlfriends.

(4)

The reason is that a woman would rather her boyfriend die than marry another girl!

Not a blade

( 1)

One day, the weather was as cold as a blade. In the afternoon, I started drinking with some friends. After a few glasses of wine, several people were a little depressed, so they suddenly talked about life. This topic always makes people drink more, so I suddenly became interested in poetry. I wrote a poem about scenery: the prince and grandson are light, and the servants after the horse are like clouds. A pot of carved wine in front of the saddle is a beauty in the sedan chair before the trip! I said, "What a beautiful thing, what a beautiful scenery." Everyone agrees. Unfortunately, scenery is not necessarily happiness. Others are happy to see him, maybe he has a Qian Qian knot in his heart, and he is so bored that he wants to hang himself. Others see jade bone as an absolute beauty, a beauty in a sedan chair. Maybe he's worried about another ordinary girl.

(2)

This is feelings. There is absolutely no certain rule for human beings to have more feelings, and no one can control them, especially themselves. You ask yourself not to think like this, but it insists on thinking like this. You ask yourself not to think about that person. Maybe you will always have the shadow of that person in your mind. Although this feeling is not a blade, it is heartbreaking!