A man full of learning

The concept of renewal, the girls are best at updating their views on marriage and love. Don't mention it before liberation, at that time girls have no autonomy, "all by the word of their parents, dung mantis, toad will marry". After liberation, girls began to have the right to choose the man they wanted. Back in the 1950s, it was most honorable to be a soldier. Girls "don't love gold, don't love silver, prefer stars on their shoulders", and most of them preferred officials. In the "Cultural Revolution", it was different again. "As long as the ingredients are good, nothing else will be cared about", so workers in state-owned enterprises and three generations of poor and middle peasants were most likely to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower. In the early 1980s, there was another change. For a while, it was "girls looking for husbands, especially for land, sea and air". Girls were all flocking to those who had overseas ties, implemented policies and paid back a large amount of money, or had a spare room. In recent years, with the reform and opening up, the girls' hearts have been invigorated. They can find Hong Kong businessmen, foreigners and all kinds of people. There are also "Chinese beauties", specifically looking for "Chinese Americans". But there are also many different vulgar girls, because of the "respect for knowledge, respect for talent" of the social atmosphere, do not have vision, love only if life, "as long as the knowledge is high, throw the color ball", specially looking for that have real talent and learning.

Huang Ya, a rare beauty, is a girl of different common customs.

Huang Ya is 27 now. She is not very young. The reason why she has not married so far is that she wants to find a man who has learned a lot. Look, look, look, and she found it.

That day, Huang Ya in the bookstore, facing the vast sea of books, deeply feel their humble ignorance.

"Is there an Introduction to Aesthetics?" Huang Ya asked the clerk unconfidently.

"Yes". "Said the clerk. But he searched many shelves, floor by floor, but could not find the book.

A man did not know when he came to Huang Ya's side. He suddenly said in a voice that seemed to have the wrong speed:

"The trend of the disordered network dilution of the community of the superficial level information carrier deposited in the deep books of the frame leads to the crisis atmosphere of cultural consumption".

What did he say? Huang Ya didn't know what was going on. But judging from the man's tone and manner, Huang Ya seemed to feel that he was saying that the book was not well arranged, so she could not find it. But why didn't he just say so? And said it without punctuation. Huang Ya thought that perhaps learned people speak in this way; If it is plain as water, what knowledge is there? Huang Ya looked sideways at the man. He was a tall man with a thin face and gold-rimmed glasses. His head was tilted slightly, his chin protruding forward, and his gaze was high. It is impossible for an unlearned person to have such a posture. Huang Ya was suddenly awed. The man added, "Caste symbols are not poets of social roles."

Huang Ya half-understood, thinking he was probably introducing himself: his name was Yu Fei and he was a poet. No, maybe he means I'm not a poet. It's hard to break sentences without punctuation.

Then the man, who might be called Yu Fei or who was not Yu Fei or a poet, held out his hand to Huang Ya again:

"One character expects to use non-verbal accents and gestures and expects to communicate and respond to another character's system."

Now Huang Ya can understand, her understanding is not understand, but understand. Anyone can probably see what it means when someone reaches out to you. Huang was delighted to hold out her hand too, thinking this might be the feedback she was expecting. That's how they met and started dating soon after.

His name is Yu Fei, and he is indeed a poet. On their first date, Yu Fei showed Huang his poem, titled "The Inversion of Entropy and Sex and the Fission of Loneliness," which consists of four sentences: Green breasts hanging from transparent branches/blue farts as loud as possible in the toilet/a cat crying for spring excreting a bowl of thorns/Negativity transcending life

Huang Ya recited the poem three times with reverence. She did not dare to say that she did not understand it, not because she feared showing her ignorance, but because she feared hurting the poet's pride, so she did her best to appear fully understood and moved. But the three words in the last line were so confused that she could not help asking, "Are the last three words missing a few strokes?" The poet shook his head and disdained to answer. "What school of poetry are you in?"

The poet took out a paper manifesto and handed it to Huang Ya. It read:

"The school of advanced consciousness argues that poetry is the excretion of the poet's advanced consciousness, the derangement of the poet's marginal consciousness, the collision of the poet's split personality, the breath of the poet's lonely emotions, and the fuck off play."

The less she understood, the more she worshipped the poet. After several contacts with poets, she felt her own lack of knowledge. In order to narrow the gap between her and the poet, she asked the poet to introduce several high-level books for her to learn. The poet made a long list of books and pointed the way to speed reading. So Huang Ya settled down, closed her door and studied hard. Within half a year, she felt that she had succeeded, and in order to thank her initiator and to express her love for the poet, she invited him to her home for a visit. As soon as the poet came and sat down, Huang Ya said excitedly:

"In order to expand the emotional tension between you and me in order to construct a new combination of roles in order to transform the metastable structure between our sexes into a superstable system, the code of love is transmitted to you through the medium of language. I ask you to observe and reflect on me in multiple levels, from multiple perspectives and from all sides. How I hope that my love can release your repressed Yit can cover your heart through the primary process in your mouth The lip region acquires the counterpart of the mind."

It is said that Huang Ya soon married the poet and became a poet too.