It's been a long time since I last messed around here. I took the opportunity to upgrade the space, and it looks much more comfortable now. For the homepage, I used the revered Jim Morrison. You are immortal; you are the god of wine, Dionysus. Since the start of the summer vacation, I've resumed reading. After letting my mind idle for a year, it's not functioning too well. Recently, the book that gave me the most pleasure is "A Global History." There are just a few sections left before I finish it. The new library is problematic; books can only be borrowed for a week. Two books with a million words each have forced me to renew them four times, which has annoyed me to death. I've decided to finish it next month. From observing the lives of your kind over tens of thousands of years, you can see many interesting things. "The Art of Love," a classic work by Fromm, systematically summarized many issues I usually think about with my less-than-functional mind, helping me sort them out. There are many enlightening points, and I enjoyed reading it thoroughly. "No One Lives Here Anymore," a biography of my beloved Jim Morrison. Although the selection and organization of materials have the author's subjective colors, it is still a book that touched me deeply. Taking advantage of the Mao Zedong and Deng Xiaoping courses, I am re-evaluating Mao Zedong. I read a book called "Mao: A Biography," and now I'm starting on "Selected Works of Mao Zedong." I want to take him down from the position I hated, to see his greatness and insignificance. After finishing these, this semester I will focus on Hu Shi's collection, a total of 16 books. I'll see if I can achieve enlightenment after finishing them. Facing the deteriorating education system, since complaining does no good, one must learn self-education, or you will always be a sacrifice. Movies that gave me pleasure include "The Last Waltz," The Band's farewell performance. You don't know until you watch it, and once you do, it's unforgettable. "Once Upon a Time in America," talks about friendship, love, loyalty, betrayal, and the mafia. In my eyes, this is a film no less than "The Godfather." Occasionally, the Beatles' "Yesterday" interspersed in the movie evokes countless emotions. Several western films, the镖客trilogy, "3:10 to Yuma," I like western films. "Sunny Days" and "Devils on the Doorstep," I believe Jiang Wen is China's best director. As for music, there's nothing new particularly great, so I keep revisiting old ones. This year, I finally waited for Tang Dynasty's "Romantic Knight" and Xu Wei's "Love Like Youth," and then we wait for Zhang Chu? Hopefully, he can surprise me, but I certainly don't want to be disappointed. You told me you lost faith, but the fact is that you never had it in the first place. Next week, during the World Culture Week, I plan to go up with my roommate and sing Neil Young's "Rockin' in the Free World," while forcibly inserting Bob Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven’s Door." For me, how well it's sung is secondary; what's sung is most important. Hopefully, everyone can truly sing their hearts out. Regarding rock music, I believe in two phrases. One is Neil Young singing "Rock 'n' Roll Can Never Die," and the other is Lou Reed of the Velvet Underground singing "Life Is Saved By Rock 'n' Roll." People in a hurry, dogs peeing on power poles, cats yawning beside me. How does this feeling sound? Alone, unknown, without direction at home, like a rolling stone, even worse than cats and dogs. Recently, I've had a few dreams. I dreamed of childhood friends who have scattered and gone their separate ways. I dreamed of taking a train to Germany and standing dumbfounded in front of a building. My dreams are as unreliable as I am. Well, occasionally recording my life, otherwise, I feel like I haven't lived. Don't take it too seriously. You may not understand what I'm saying, and I don't know what you're thinking either. Gibran said, if you want to understand someone, don't listen to what they reveal, but listen to what they conceal. Before the mountain of Baily was a battlefield, where shepherd boys found old swords and spears. The wind blowing stirs the Wu River water, resembling Yu Ji bidding farewell to her lord.