The Freedom to Be Myself and the Boldness to Be Myself

I want my own study room, where I can work without any worries. The room should be a little messy, seven minutes solemn with three minutes casual, and comfortable to live in. Under the ceiling, it is best to hang a Buddhist temple lamp, and when you enter the room, there should be a slight smell of smoke. In addition, there should be the smell of smoke, books, and a variety of room smell is not very clear. It is best to place a small shelf on the sofa, a variety of books across the display, you can read at will. Not too many, but not too mixed, only a few books that are easy to read in your mind, and books that you have reread several times – even if they are universally considered boring. Do not theorize about books that are too far-fetched and boring, but only to suit your personal taste. The New Western books can be mixed with The Exposure of an Old Man, and Montesquieu with the novels of Sherlock Holmes.

I would like some coats of clothes, not of the school of celebrities, but not very fashionable, and two pairs of old shoes, which will suit my feet. When I live at home, I want the freedom to be free. I don’t have to read the Bible naked like Gu Qianli, but I am allowed to wear a short undershirt and bare my arms in front of my maids on hot days when the temperature is over 95. I want my maids to be as natural as I am. In winter I want a fireplace, and in summer I want a watering bath.

I want a home where I can still be who I am and not be tied down. I want a home where I can still be myself and not be confined. I want a home where I can hear my wife laughing upstairs while I work downstairs, and my wife laughing upstairs while I work upstairs. I want children who have a heart of gold, who can run with me in the rain, and who like water baths as much as I do. I want a small garden, not covered with green grass, but with dirt, where my children can move bricks and tiles, water flowers and vegetables, and feed a few poultry. I want to smell the rooster crowing in the morning. I want a few tall trees near my house.

I want friends who will not be bound by the law, but will confide in me their sufferings. I want friends who I can talk to in depth, but who will respect my hobbies and my opinions.

I want a good cook who can make a good soup and cook vegetables well. I want a very old servant, who admires me greatly, but does not quite understand what I am writing.

I want a good collection of books, a few Ming dynasty sketches, a portrait of Li Xiangjun on the wall for me to worship, a box of cigars on my desk, and a lady in the house who understands my personality and will allow me the freedom to do my work.

I want a few bamboo trees and plum blossoms in my yard. I want rainy summers and bright winters, with a clear blue sky.

I want to have the freedom to be myself and the courage to be myself.