Chapter 21: The countryside has no love

The countryside has no love

1o3 chapters,

The countryside has no love

--Watching CCTV's hot broadcast of the series 'Rural Love' Part Two directed by Zhao Benshan……

Liu Guozong

Part one: celebrities farting, taking hot guns as ammunition— isn't that very funny?

I was born in the countryside; I remember when I was young I often went with some companions to the edge of the small river in my hometown, picking up some dry branches and fallen leaves (I didn't say rotten leaves or withered leaves). Then, using these things that people no longer deign to notice, I carefully crafted a single sailboat, put it in the water, as a joke, to pass the boring time. This is what I thought of after watching Zhao Benshan's TV series 'Rural Love' Part Two.

Those little sailboats made from 'dry branches and fallen leaves' by the village riverbank—are they art? Now, I answer: 'No!'

"Liu Guozong, you little brat, if you say 'no' one more time, I'll demote you!"

"Even if you demote me, I will still say 'no'!"

"Why is that?"

"I will answer you now:"

Some people take mountains, rivers, trees, birds and beasts, dawn and dusk clouds as vessels to entrust their emotions. A Xiao Ribeng person walks along the bright spring riverbank, seeing the vast blue river, sighs: 'A bucket of indigo dye, drifting along the spring river.'

In the spring warmth and blooming flowers, amidst the rivers where ice and snow melt, a bucket of indigo dye drifts downstream with the current—this is indeed beautiful. If at this moment there were a sailboat drifting downstream, how splendid and beautiful it would be! Compared to the little boats I made as a child from dry branches and leaves by the village river, who knows how many times more beautiful it would be. This is also what I thought of after watching Zhao Benshan's TV series 'Rural Love' Part Two.

Someone surely scolded: 'Liu Guozong, you little brat, when will you stop worshipping foreign things? No matter how much you admire, you can't admire that Xiao Ribeng person, that Xiao Ribeng whose hands are stained with the blood of our Chinese nation! If you keep admiring, I will demote you again!'

"Even if you demote me again, I will still say 'no'! I am talking about art, sublime art."

"You speak so exaggeratedly. What is sublime?"

"Sublimity is the echo of a great spirit." I answered you with someone else's words (pirated).

"Turning the bitter branches and fallen leaves of the village riverbank into little boats, placing them in the flowing river water—is that not sublime?"

My answer is affirmative: "In colloquial terms, 'that's child's wave', a 'plaything' to amuse children. Or put another way: it's taking others' enthusiasm and treating it as children's 'plaything'. Is our IQ really that low? Celebrities farting, using them as gunpowder to resist guns? Isn't that hilarious?"

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