Guo Jian's prose: The feeling of being drunk

I was drunk.

But I know that I am not Wu Song, and I cannot fight tigers. You can't fight at this time, let alone play tricks. The police said: Fighting is not good! If you win, you will be compensated, if you lose, you will be hospitalized. I want to go home obediently and avoid falling into the tree pit. I can't hug the tree trunk like glue and talk endlessly about my heart.

However, I lost my way and mistook east for west. The Bridge Hotel, which usually stands unwaveringly on the north bank of the Yellow River, is now hiding on the south bank of the Yellow River like a hide-and-seek?

After getting off the Yellow River Bridge and heading west, I felt that it was heading east.

This feels so good. A brand new city, everything is so new and strange. Who doesn’t like the new and dislike the old? Unless he's senile.

By car Drive "east" along North Binhe Road. But I knew clearly that the destination was peace in the west. Because there are obvious signs on the buses.

He has been homeless in this city for more than forty years. When I go home, the Yellow River, which has always been on my right hand, has always been on my right hand. Why did it end up on my left hand side?

I fainted. Are you dizzy? You must have been stunned by me. I was so dizzy that I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and I didn't know what I was talking about. Some people say that in today's world, people's moral bottom line has collapsed, pointing to the west and saying the east, and pointing out black and white. Referring to a deer as a horse, and forcing a good girl into a prostitute. So, I think it’s better to be dizzy. No thoughts, no thoughts. I like this feeling.

The car I was riding in was like a floating leaf, swaying here and there. The young man driving must be out of love, otherwise he wouldn't drive the car like an airplane or a Scud missile or the ultimate weapon.

At this critical moment when my life hangs on a thread, I think about education issues, medical issues, and whether to have children. There is also the issue of housing. I thought about whether literary works should abandon their original function of criticizing current ills and exposing the true enlightenment of human nature, and turn to praising virtues, competing for food with news and propaganda, and ultimately making a mess of life and death. Thinking of the resulting supremacy of money over personality, people incorporated their desires into their family and country beliefs. Desire overwhelms all values, and people's moral concepts are in disorder.

I thought of a marathon in Jingtai, Gansu, where more than 20 of the country's top cross-country athletes died in one fell swoop. The perpetrator did not surrender, but instead led the media to investigate whether and why an old man who herded sheep and rescued people changed his story about whether there were more or less extreme weather conditions in the area. Is this old man a weather forecaster? Can the old man's words completely overturn or rewrite the weather conditions recorded by the Jingtai County Meteorological Bureau for nearly a century?

I thought about whether the COVID-19 vaccine will nip the disease in the bud or let the people play the role of guinea pigs. I thought about the confusing topic of whether or not to get vaccinated. The National Health Commission’s Bureau of Disease Control and Prevention has repeatedly stated that COVID-19 vaccination follows the basic principles of “informedness, consent, and voluntariness.” Local governments should follow the principle of "lower levels obey superiors" and should not easily issue local "regulations" at will. I thought of the article written by writers on the Internet, "One Vaccine Sold Abroad for RMB 500,000." From this point of view, in the future, we no longer need to export a large amount of labor to build railways, bridges, and power stations for foreigners. We only need to sit in a clean laboratory to make and sell vaccines to earn sufficient foreign exchange.

I thought of a driver pulling dozens of passengers to drive the bus into the river, and I thought about how much hatred, grievance and perseverance it took. It reminds me of a provincial governor who was driving to Yantan on Saturday and encountered a traffic jam. When he came back, he issued a travel restriction order for the provincial capital city that included the weekend. He was scolded so unpleasantly by the whole society that he changed his orders day by day as a last resort.

I don’t know how this provincial governor was selected and trained.

"The empress is a beautiful tree, and the oranges are everywhere. She will not move after being ordered to live in the southern country"!

Qu Yuan left. Humanity will die painfully in the era of the ultimate weapon created by the anti-human ultimate weapon manufacturer.

The universe is eternal. After a long period of silence, the Creator will give rise to a variety of new lives...

In fact, the problems I think about are far more than these, and I think of countless social chaos. My head hurts thinking about it.

I got off the car and changed cars, passing by a night market in the city. The place is bustling with people and people are jostling one after another. Both the buyer and the seller are happy and getting what they want. There are so many young girls with bare shoulders and navels squatting on the roadside whispering about their ideals in life and criteria for choosing a future mate.

It is estimated that they all have little family background, and they are unlikely to be members of the corrupt class or their relatives. They should be at the bottom of society and the solid cornerstone of society.

Finally a bus came. The crowd came in droves. Doesn’t everyone have a private car? Why can’t the traffic pressure be relieved?

There are many old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant women among the crowd. They were originally the elite of the countryside. After urbanization, they rushed to the city to take care of their grandchildren.

A few old men were stumbling slowly, carrying handbags on their shoulders and holding in their arms a fat young man who was babbling and cursing. Those fat guys who were lying in grandpa's arms and didn't have to worry about survival immediately turned their eyes like eagles after getting on the bus, looking around to find a seat.

Is my sense of worry just too much to worry about? I want to ask: raising children or raising ancestors? Our ancestors worked in the fields, didn't they have a good time standing all their lives? What will happen if you stand on the bus? Will it be so painful that you will have to live and die?

How will such descendants compete with foreign enemies in the future? Developing countries from the first to the third world attach great importance to children's physical fitness and moral education. Counting from Confucius and all predecessors, the descendants of Yan and Huang did not have the term "happy education". The so-called "baby is unhappy and the problem is serious" is completely nonsense made by Moutai who drank too much during the "Two Sessions".

A grandson, two people to send them to school. One plus two equals three. If I were the mayor, I wouldn't be able to solve the operational problems during peak periods. The operating capacity of a city can never meet the peak passenger flow.

Everyone is wearing a big mask consciously or unconsciously. People have forgotten the sterilizing ability of sunlight, which humans rely on for survival, and the great energy of air purification that the air itself has. If the air around us is really floating or filled with the new coronavirus, how much use can your eight-sided air leaking mask hold? The damp mouth and nose area inside your mask is actually the best breeding ground for viruses to reside and multiply. If things go on like this, it will last forever. I wonder what the human mouth and nose will look like...

Alas, I finally got home after stumbling. Go to sleep, I want to let my brain rest.

When I go out tomorrow, I will definitely not bring eyes or thoughts. Because it’s too tiring to go out with these things!

About the author: Guo Jian, a national first-class writer, a famous Jincheng cultural figure, a government procurement expert, a famous social activist, and a good person in Lanzhou. Bachelor of Arts from Renmin University of China, Master of Economics from Capital University of Economics and Business, and Honorary Doctorate of Dunhuang Studies from Lanzhou University. Vice Chairman of the Gansu Provincial Journalists Association, visiting professor at Northwest University for Nationalities and Gansu University of Political Science and Law, consultant to the Alumni Association of Renmin University of China, and dean of the Painting and Calligraphy Institute of the Chinese Literature Society of the Chinese People. Director of the External Relations Department of the Gansu Silk Road Association, and "the first contemporary writer in Gansu" by the Chinese Calligraphers Association. Chief expert in the development of large scenic spots at the source of the Weihe River in Gansu. He has worked as a farmer, worker, reporter, editor, professor and national civil servant, and has served as editor-in-chief of a newspaper and deputy commissioner of the administrative office. He is famous for his novel "Jianjia Cangcang" and the large-scale reportage series "Contemporary China" (8 volumes with 3.2 million words) that records the achievements of Gansu's construction. He is the winner of Dunhuang Literature and Art Award and Jincheng Literature and Art Award. He is known as “the number one person in Gansu’s cultural industry” and “an evergreen tree on the news front”.

Famous. He is the winner of Dunhuang Literature and Art Award and Jincheng Literature and Art Award. He is known as “the number one person in Gansu’s cultural industry” and “an evergreen tree on the news front”.