To win the Nobel Prize for Literature is like the suppression of artistic creation. The writer put his award-winning book in the driver's ass. The old lover learned from her husband that the writer was back, and came to see the writer. While bickering, she secretly kissed the writer in her hometown. The point of view refutes the point of his speech, which he refuted and ended hastily. In the evening, the female reader came to the place where he was staying and cut in with the accurate point of view of his book. He could not refute it, and then the female reader slept with him. After coming out of the hotel, a street performer showed the writer a performance, and immediately took out his hat and asked the writer to give him money. (I don't know if his work was inspired by his hometown, he got it from his hometown, or his fame brought fame to his hometown, or the people in his hometown also want something from the writer) Make a painting competition, the writer The first place in the evaluation is because the painting is painted on the back of the advertising painting, one painting on both sides, even if the advertising painting was not painted by the artist, but the writer said that it is precisely because of this advertising painting, the tools used by the artist and the display The first place in one painting and two sides (painting emphasizes the degree of freedom, just like writing), not the painting itself, just like he emphasized that I don't want to be bound by the Nobel Prize for Literature, I want free writing, not writing itself . When the writer returned to the hotel, the father of a disabled child had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he came up, he said that the $9,800 was just a drop in the bucket for the writer, but the automatic wheelchair he bought would change everything for his child. Writers say I'm not a god, if everyone asks me that. You should ask the government, my duty is on the other hand. But in the end, he asked his assistant to help. The father said that I know there are many cases of the same situation as me in the world, but one can help one. The female reader turned out to be the writer's ex-lover and her husband's daughter. The writer seemed to be bragging about her affair with her ex-lover husband, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw the female reader came back from the yard. There are also illusory statements, statues drenched in paint, the new occupant of the place where he lived felt that the writer was interrupting his business, the conversation between several people on both sides of the street when driving away from Salas at night, and the fight The way the wild boar came to him while it was ridiculous (foreigners go to Saras to hunt, when they can't get a shot, another hunter will shoot with them, making the foreigner think they hit. The writer becomes the one who is chased by the shotgun" Boar", and one of the hunters deliberately missed, while the other hunter thought the same way as before and directly hit the writer)
The irony is too plain, whether this conflict is fiction or adaptation of the truth, whether it is deconstruction or interpretation, is the people in this hometown born like this, or "I" draws materials from my hometown again and borrows the "fools in my hometown". (The various debatable behaviors of some of the tragic characters in my work are part of the world we live in, and it's not that I approve or deny what my characters do. It's as if I describe the people in my hometown as "foolish people", and I think that my hometown is such a sinful place. This can be fiction, but it also comes from documentary. Literary creation cannot only describe the good, but as for the substitution of the bad, what do you think? How, that is Hamlet in the hearts of a thousand people)
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