Month: May 2014

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Leave not

In this cool space, I played with the straw rope symbolizing the so-called happiness on my wrist. Suddenly, the straw rope broke, and the purple beads fell to the floor one by one from the wrist. No sound could be heard, and quietly passed by quietly. Holding my hands tightly, I tried to keep something. When I opened my palm again, I found unexpectedly that there was only a small bead left, with purple in the middle and white in the circle, transparent Purple, transparent White, a closer look, the small purple beads are actually very beautiful, very dazzling. In the past, did I not care about it because I had it? Have you ever seen it with your heart? Maybe, I always thought that it was mine and I couldn’t run away, but I never thought that it would leave me one day. Moreover, I destroyed it myself, and I killed it myself. In fact, I used to care about you, didn’t I? Looking back, I looked at my slender wrist, clean and without straw rope, as if I had lost something most important, as if I had lost everything. I unexpectedly pulled happiness apart, tearing it layer by layer, layer by layer. In the end, there was nothing and nothing I picked up the silk strips left on the black trousers carefully, threw them into the dustbin beside my feet slowly, and then smiled unprecedentedly at the happiness in the dustbin. At this moment, the heart is bitter, sour and sweet, and the cloud is light and the wind is light. After all, I can’t even keep such a little happiness. Since I can’t keep it, then let it leave naturally. Reluctantly, there is no happiness after all. Therefore, ceremoniously, happiness came. Quietly, happiness left without taking away a piece of cloud color, leaving only the once glorious side. He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the people in a hurry in the street downstairs. He came and went in a hurry, holding colorful umbrellas. It suddenly occurred to me that today was tomb sweeping day, a quite strange festival for me. Except for the year when I was six years old, I had never been there for the first time to worship my ancestors with my fellow villagers. At that time, I felt very excited. After Waiting year after year, when I was six years old, I could finally go to bye-bye. In our place, to go to the mountain, we need to watch the days, except the days, it depends on whether the Chinese zodiac matches each other, so I can finally go with you. It is inevitable for me at a young age. I feel excited. In those years, how did you know what Qingming was? How did you realize that excitement was the emotion that shouldn’t appear. Looking at the cloudy sky again, I couldn’t help recalling that I had learned Du Mu’s poems. The Qingming Festival rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. Asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed at Xinghua Village from a distance. Looking back on those years, actually I didn’t know the meaning of it very well, but I had a strange feeling for this poem. People who wanted to die on the road made people feel very sad, with a kind of sad beauty, heart, it is also thin and cool, and there is always a sense of sadness and beauty. That kind of feeling, just like thinking of him accidentally, makes me feel distressed and worried. However, he can only be regarded as an old friend! The happiness that cannot be kept is destined to either forget it or let it drift alone. Although it is so unforgettable, even though it is finally branded with scars, it will not regret. [Editor in charge]: Man tree Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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For a long time

[Introduction] I don’t know if there will always be such a beautiful and mature female figure in the bottom of the hearts of many young men, just like the fragrance between young Baoyu and Qin Keqing in the fairyland of police fantasy. Unwilling to admit that this is Oedipus complex, which may stem from the nonsense and fear of killing father and marrying mother. Lan! That year, Lanyu graduated from university at the age of 22. She is ten years older than him. On that day, he didn’t call her sister for the first time. I love you! This is a sentence buried in cold rain for many years. Heavy, uneasy and hopeful. He didn’t wait for the answer he had been longing. Maybe I will always be a child in her heart. Self-mockery thought of cold rain. A week later, the cold rain left the city. That day was her wedding. Rain, water! The cold rain was very afraid of touching the girl’s pure and kind eyes. For five years, there was always a lingering shadow in his heart. Of course, the girl beside him is also very beautiful. She is two years younger than him. Well, thank you! The girl frowned. She didn’t know why he kept the distance between each other. Light rain! That sound is as warm as jade, just like the sounds of nature. The cold rain turned back slowly, and the moment the eyes met the familiar and beautiful eyes, the time stopped. Surprise, panic, grievance. But before I could recall the joy of the encounter, all emotions completely cooled down. Her hand was tightly held with the other hand. Men are handsome in suits and ties; Women are dressed in uniform, mature and sexy, and they are just like heaven. Once upon a time, it was his intimacy, and he still remembered the charming fragrance from her. Suddenly, the cold rain felt that my cold hands gradually warmed up. When I lowered my head, I saw the girl’s clear eyes again. This time he didn’t hide, looking at her helplessly, and a sense of relief came into his mind. Brother! Brother? The sweet and greasy sound often echoed in the bottom of my heart. At this moment, it sounded like a whisper. Sister, long time no see! She read a lot in his eyes, and the initial attachment of those teenagers slowly flowed out and could not be found any more. Long time no see! This sentence seems like yesterday, or the reincarnation of Heaven and Earth, turning around, it turns out to be forever. Postscript: I don’t know if there will always be such a beautiful and mature female figure in the bottom of the hearts of many young men, just like the fragrance between young Baoyu and Qin Keqing in the fairyland of police fantasy. Unwilling to admit that this is Oedipus complex, which may stem from the nonsense and fear of killing father and marrying mother. In fact, the original intention of writing such a story is only to commemorate the last youth and the fantasy of youth. Some things will never be obtained and some things will never be cherished. This is the nature of all young people. Here, there is nothing he can say, and I only hope that those who are affectionate in the world will finally belong to me. [Responsible editor: easy to get along with]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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“Climb

[Introduction] don’t be busy, even if you have finished writing, although you are full of economics and rich, if you don’t have the pride of Wang Bo’s writing and the talent of Cao Zhi’s seven-step poem, you ‘d better change it! Due to the need of work and the limitation of major, it is natural that you have to paint when you are free at ordinary times, which is what everyone often says about climbing lattices. According to common people’s thoughts, writing should be a very pleasant thing. After dinner, you can sort out your thoughts and spread out the manuscript paper, then you can write down the pen in your hand full of emotion. Therefore, the characters and symbols jump and extend on the manuscript paper one by one. Now it is already the information age. Of course, the help of computers is indispensable, which makes it easier. Once the keyboard is typed, you can change it as you like. Don’t mention how beautiful it is if you catch up with the quiet and peaceful night and the sunny weather. But if you think of the word “climbing the grid” at this time, do you think that you are climbing the grid now? Do you think it is a bit too serious for the scenery, so dull? Let alone how ugly and inelegant the posture of climbing is; The vulgar word of climbing alone seems to be quite different from what you have done now. It is a world of difference, which is really a disgrace to the gentle. However, this word finally gained the recognition of most writers and had vigorous vitality. This is strange? With the abundance of Chinese language, can’t we find more gentle words to replace it? In fact, anyone who has written experience knows that this word is too vivid. Just say me. Most of the time, I am indifferent to the title for a long time, and my mind is even blank than the word document in front of me. At this time, there was no way to crawl. It was simply sitting on the paper, motionless. Knock, Knock, write, delete, and there are few words in front of me that can make me satisfied. Just turn up the font size and try to fill this barren private reserve to get psychological comfort. I still have to think further and rack my brains. Maybe in a flash, you feel like an electric shock. At first, there were some words, which must be recorded as soon as they got the best treasure. They were full of fear and fear, and they were afraid that a mistake would disappear; Then there were sporadic paragraphs in their minds, this seemed to find a little impulse to start climbing. Therefore, you are excited to clear your thoughts again, confirm the theme, re-write according to your thoughts, throw away inappropriate parts, and determine the writing framework. Only when you reach this step can you get up formally. And most of the time, you can only climb to half or even the foot of the mountain before going to bed, and the next day is another harder journey. Don’t be busy, even if you finish writing, although you are full of economics and rich, if you don’t have Wang Bo’s pride in writing and the talent of Cao Zhi’s seven-step poem, you ‘d better change it! When you modify it, you should also climb the grid. You should also be very careful and change it 1.1 points. The quotation is correct or not, the source is right or not, whether it is used properly or not, whether the words are incisive or not, whether the sentence order is appropriate or not… every detail is crucial to improve the overall level of your article, this change, it is necessary to climb the grid with a small amount of exercise, but after all, we still have to climb. In fact, you have no intention to care about the scenery of wind, flowers, snow and moon mentioned at the beginning! How about it? Now everyone must have no unrealistic ideas before! Writing itself is a tough thing. Literature needs talent and emotional input, but it also needs to work hard. In fact, which excellent articles did not come step by step like this? I hope that calling for the honest spirit of climbing the Plaid again will have greater practical significance to the current fickle style of writing, even if it is only a little inspiration. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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wu yue

dear, after the spring rain, the whole street is full of the oil fragrance of poplar leaves. Walking under that tree, I breathed the fresh air and began to feel the beauty of spring. Closing my eyes, I imagined: standing here quietly with you, sucking the fragrance of this tree together. A gust of wind blew, and the residual raindrops on the tree fell on my face. Opening my eyes, I suddenly smiled. I laughed that I really love building fantasies. May 6th: The Dock of memory dear, I miss you. Sitting in front of the stage, thinking of you, my heart is warm. Parked in the dock of memory, looking back at the past, my heart will ripple with laughter. Thinking about you like this, gradually, the impetuous heart will calm down, and the tired heart will also calm down. Everything is peaceful. Thank you for giving me a peaceful world for a moment. I really hope that the wind of time can care for me. Don’t blow away all the past events. Please stay with you so that I can see you clearly in every memory. May 8th: Desert clove dear, do you remember that last night today, the stars were drunk in the sky, and the moon was like a line. In the desert of the desert, I became your bride. In the dream, you and I burst into tears, embracing and kissing each other, and enjoying the happiness of honeymoon. So fast, time flies, and another annual ring has quietly closed. A tree of clove in front of the door was blooming with each other, and the whole street was Fragrant. I like the smell, looking forward to blowing a southwest wind. Maybe you will also smell it. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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We

[Introduction] the value of a piece of art lies in its personality, uniqueness and uniqueness, but isn’t it true for our children? His value also lies in his irreplaceable nature. I am born to be useful. But why should we insist on uniformity …… a few days ago, a junior two student in Baqiao district had many problems because of frequent surfing on the Internet, due to poor grades, the teacher refused to sign up for him. Later, when the parents got angry, their parents teamed up with sticks, and finally died. In addition, a little girl in Chang’an last year, it is said that she stole more than twenty yuan from her parents and was also killed by a belt. In addition, a three-year-old girl in Guangdong was suspected to be frost on the ground because she couldn’t carry it on her back, he was also shot to death by mistake,…. We should think about these bloody facts and fresh lives one by one. Are we still parents? Are we still like teachers? Are we still engaged in education? What on earth do we want to do? Once upon a time, all the people were paying attention to their children. How many scores did they get in the exam, how many students were ranked, whether they could go to famous schools, starting from kindergarten, Moon class, Star class, mathematical olympiad class, high school class, sprint classes emerge one after another. There is no shortage of science and technology. They are banned every year. As parents, we only pay attention to children’s scores. Few people pay attention to whether their physical and mental health and personality are sound? Mood whether pleasure? Will I communicate with others? Can I get along well with others? Grateful? Is there any pioneering spirit? Do you have the ability to survive? Is there enough ability to fight? Do you have good moral character?….. However, things went contrary to our wishes. Our education was just like pulling out radish in the radish field. Instead of pulling out radish, only a few yellow leaves were pulled out. Therefore, I thought of Gong Zizhen’s “a tale of disease and plum blossom”, a morbid Society, morbid education, morbid parents and morbid teachers. As teachers, can we bend down to have an equal dialogue with children. Whether to treat them with appreciation, whether to encourage them, accompany them, warm them and help them out of the darkness when they are the most helpless, the most self-abased and the most desperate, walk through the mud, go to the light, and succeed. The value of a piece of art lies in its personality, uniqueness and uniqueness, but isn’t it true for our children? His value also lies in his irreplaceable nature. Our talent is born to be useful. But why do we insist on being uniform, using the same standard to measure different people, and thus dividing them into three or six grades? Is it true that a child will not succeed or be happy if he is less than a few days of study? Is it equal to success and happiness for a child to go to college? In fact, herringbone is very simple, just leave it aside. Don’t think so complicated. It is said that the last sentence left by Baqiao’s child to his parents and the world is: ‘Dad, stop typing, yes, your father will never beat you again, because without you, wake up, parents, you can give birth to him, raise him, love him, but you can’t replace him, design him, oppress him, even if they will make detours, experience setbacks, make mistakes and wander between soberness and confusion in the process of growing up, this is the price they must pay for their growth, this is the so-called Bloody Romance. This is life. Reality will correct them and correct them. Only after the baptism of life can they mature and grow up. Therefore, let nature take its course, don’t do stupid things in the name of love any more. Give your children freedom, respect, and loosen yourself. Don’t be too tired for holidays. We can’t change the world and society, change others, but we can change ourselves. Let’s be wise parents! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Mo

The proprietress in the noodle restaurant poured a bowl of steaming noodle soup, which was a black coarse porcelain bowl. Xiao Mo drank half of it, and the proprietress filled it up again. Xiao Mo ate a bowl of noodles, and the rain dripped on the wooden table along his cheek. I slowly put down the wooden chopsticks, sighed and said softly, Xiao Mo, you have been repeating one thing for two years. Xiao Mo took a sip of noodle soup and put the black coarse porcelain bowl on the table gently. Looking at the rain outside the door, he gently knocked the wooden table with his fingers rhythmically. To put it lightly, you have been repeating one thing for two years. I said, you are still naive. Xiao Mo’s fingers beating the wooden table suddenly stopped and asked in reply, what is the naivety in your eyes? I stared at Xiao Mo tightly and said, “You are always living in your own world, and you will be more and more unable to go out. Xiaomo stroked the thumb and index finger of the side line of the coarse porcelain bowl and suddenly pinched the side of the bowl tightly. He Said deeply, “I just want to find that person and live the life I have thought of. Is there anything wrong? I couldn’t bear to stare at Xiao Mo’s eyes, and lowered my head and said, “Yes, you have always known clearly what you want, but what you want is what the world can’t find at all. The autumn wind started, and the coolness was stronger. People in the street had changed into long clothes. Raindrops drop on the huge leaves of paulownia tree, rustling. Xiao Mo and I walked side by side in this ancient city. I asked, what were you doing at this time last year? Xiao Mo was silent for a long time, and replied, at this time last year, I heard a story. I asked, what is the ending of the story? Xiao Mo shook his head gently, saying that stories have endings, but life does not. I smiled lonely and then said, “in this case, why do you live in the story you weave? Cloudy sky, gray city. The rain was still pattering, and Xiao Mo stood in the rain for a long time without moving. The faint song came from the distance and passed away in a hurry for many years. The fleeting time ended up with smiles and fingers clasped, but in exchange for a loving hand. A play that should have been ruthless, You are too deep into the play. Who on earth is cheating who should be ruthless actor, but you are too deep into the play Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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My

That night, the drizzle drifted in the sky, as if people were singing and crying, telling the whispers of soul. All of a sudden, a black car rushed towards me like a bohemian wild horse. My uncle’s body floated lightly and the blood splashed and became the spray in the rain, the bright red patch dyed the clean road, and my uncle died terribly. The sunset glow came after him, not letting go of a cloud. Uncle is 45 years old this year. He has no marriage history and has a poor life. He walked on the street with his pocket in his right hand. Hair is ruthlessly grinded into sand dune by years, and the swamp is a piece. Fingers turn yellow, losing luster like dry firewood. Dust was deposited in the clothes, which were all broken. His eyes looked at the sky in a daze, and the floating shadow of clouds followed him until it disappeared in the darkness of the night. He giggled while reading the seemingly incomprehensible Heavenly books and meaningless words. Passers-by saw him coming, patting them with his hands like waving dirty mosquitoes in the air, shouting loudly: The madman is coming, the madman is coming……. There was a large area of land waiting for land reclamation in the field. It was already the tenth day, and my uncle helped my aunt do farm work. Just at noon, in the hot summer, the dog hid at home for summer heat, stretching out his tongue to heat heat, and walking around with breath. Lazy people all hid in their homes, blowing fans. Sweat still kept falling, shouting loudly that it was so hot. Layers of sweat were densely covered in uncle’s clothes, and there was a swamp. The crooked body supported the hoe, and a barren land turned into loose land, which could grow crops. My little aunt smiled and asked uncle to go home for dinner. There were meals on the table: there was a hint of pickles and several cabbages in the withered rice, and soup remained in the cold air. At noon a few days ago, a middle-aged man came over for dinner. There was a big bowl of fish and meat on the table, and the golden oil smell spread the whole tile house. The funeral was held, and the Taoist priest hummed a song without knowing the name to stabilize the soul of the dead, which was the heart of the world. Because the perpetrator of reason, to Uncle compensation 200,000. Many people gathered in the room, talking and laughing. Grandma sat in front of the coffin with a trace of blood on her mouth, shouting: my son, my son……. The hoarse voice floated in the air without any strength. Three days later, my uncle was buried on the mountain. The brothers discussed how to deal with this sum of money. The amount of business was divided according to the population of the family. My little aunt looked at everyone fiercely and said, “How can this be? Then my family has only a little money. The brothers also made do with each other, standing there with their faces sideways, as if the generals on the battlefield pointed to the history of military power. Grandma said firmly: Don’t be like this. It’s up to you. Grandma waved her hands at them with her bulging hands, and disappeared in the twilight. I can’t see your face even one foot away from heaven. In my memory, you always filled my pocket of childhood with snacks. My envious eyes gave me the warmth that I hadn’t seen for a long time. Uncle, are you okay? May the heaven be full of flowers, love you and smile forever. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Senior High School Memoirs 3 (Records of the resentment between teachers and students)

I asked myself that in high school, I could be regarded as keeping myself in peace. Although I had never done a good thing to win honor for my class, I must have never made a big mistake that would make teachers lose face, there are occasional small mistakes such as being late, which should be made by everyone. Speaking of making mistakes, in our class, the top ten teachers hold back and make some small mistakes. The last ten teachers are the nails in the eyes of the teachers. If they catch a little tail, they will die. They will cooperate obediently, forget it for once. I have a little temper. I will always wear small shoes from now on unless my parents give him a red envelope. In fact, it was not a big deal either. He just made it earthshaking. For a long time, my grades were moderate and impartial, which was regarded as the golden mean. Although it is not the treasure held by the head teacher, it is not the last ten. It should be able to live in peace and stability. In this way, my father didn’t care about my mother and didn’t love her. I was happy at leisure, but I was destined to be the head teacher of our high school. As mentioned before, our head teacher loves face and honors very much. He has to compete for the first place in everything, including average score, sports competition ranking, chorus competition ranking, tug-of-war competition ranking, and even the total donations, of course, it depends on our cooperation first. To put it bluntly, it is workaholism, which is to cultivate the quality of our overall development. To put it bluntly, it is a little psychological distortion, and even a little enjoyable to torture students. Now think about it, this thing is muddled. I don’t seem to be stiff with the head teacher. Imagine that I am stiff with the head teacher, and I am stared at by him every day. I also find my fault from time to time, I am not a sage, and I also care about others’ opinions, which will affect my study and life. At first, I am greeted each other kindly and read books for so many years, which could be done. Instead, he always ignored it. I don’t care anymore. Anyway, my etiquette is here, and the one without quality is not me. Later, an inexplicable thing even tore up the last trace of harmony on the surface. On that day, the activity class was the last class in the afternoon, and I could go back after class. Everything in our class was grasped, and the activity class was also held by the head teacher to go to long-distance running. My favorite badminton had never been touched several times. This is also for the sake of our physical quality, he may be afraid that some students will not go back to do homework and stare at us, which is understandable. After class, I went home as usual. After dinner, it was almost time to go to night lessons. When I was about to go out, the phone rang and answered. The other end of the phone said angrily: I told everyone to go back to the classroom to concentrate on the activity class this afternoon. Why didn’t you go? I stayed for two seconds. The first second was to confirm the identity of the caller, and the second was to confirm what was said on the phone. After the reaction, my brain was buzzing. I don’t know whether my ears betrayed me or my brain was squeezed by the door, but I swear I really didn’t mean it. Of course, my first reaction was to admit my mistake and then explain it a little bit, because I think this matter can be said clearly. However, the other side didn’t accept my apology and explanation, and said directly: you don’t have to come to night self-study at night, and it will be in the future! I was still wondering how to say the answer, so I heard a long sigh on the phone. First numb, then sober, then confused. I am confused, why does this involve night self-study? Why is this punishment so strange? As a senior high school student, it is natural for me to take part in the night self-study, and I have been studying quietly since I was in the classroom, without even talking. Maybe, I think the head teacher is joking, maybe, because of the unconvinced nature, I still went resolutely. But when I was reading a book, I was interrupted by an unrequited baritone: What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come? At that time, I didn’t know how to answer. I said falsely: I didn’t break the rules of night self-study. I just went out for me! The colder voice didn’t allow me to finish, let alone any refutation. There were pairs of unknown eyes floating around, either ridicule or sympathy. The wind flew by my ears, and my heart was full of pain. Tears swirled in my eyes, blurring my sight. And I held back. I can’t cry! He stood beside me for a long time, and finally left. I thought it was over, but I didn’t expect that the morning meeting class of the next day not only revealed my scar, but also spread salt and pepper on it. As usual, we waited quietly for the teacher in charge to host the ceremony. As soon as he came in, the book was put on the desk and glanced at the whole class. He began to talk with a little ridicule without any hesitation, last night, there was a girl in our class. I told her not to come to night self-study, but she insisted on coming. Later I told her to go out, but she couldn’t leave with a pedantic face. I really had no choice but to take her. If I Were a Boy, I would directly take him away, but it was a girl. I didn’t pull or pull him. I have to let her go. After saying that, he gave me a contemptuous glance. A few seconds later, my classmates burst into laughter, and I tried to make myself as if nothing had happened. I don’t know whether they are laughing at the tone of the head teacher or me, a shameless girl. But no matter the former or the latter, for me, the laughter was even sharper than a knife, which was deeply rooted in my heart and didn’t let me pull it out. I was stunned until the morning meeting class was over. However, the irony has been satirized and the smile is enough, but the matter is not over yet. He walked next to me again and said coldly: sit in the last row for me immediately. I am a girl who is not tall and has a myopia of 400 degrees. I didn’t make any big mistakes. Let me sit in the last row. Is this the decision that should be made as a teacher! I can’t bear it any more, why? I won’t go, I’m short, I’m myopic, I can’t see clearly. Maybe he saw that his statement was untenable, and he was extremely proud of face, so he turned the spearhead and said to my deskmate: You also sit back together. My Deskmate was wronged, but he also stood up to resist. It’s none of my business. Why should I go. After a while, he left a sentence, you should be careful in the future, don’t commit crimes. Then he pressed his stomach and left. My psychological defense line finally collapsed. I cried and didn’t hide any more. I cried out of grievance and resentment. After that, he never asked me to answer the question in class. I feel like a tiger accompanying you at school. Occasionally, he found a piece of waste paper under my feet before he could pick it up, so he would scold me for being ashamed. After being late for a few minutes, I was not allowed to enter the classroom (treating me equally was regarded as the class rule, but it was not the case with others). For three years, it’s not too short to say it’s short. You can’t keep doing this. There was no way out. My father asked someone to invite him out, drink wine, eat food, send gifts, and use all the material power that can be used to make me take off that pair of small shoes. 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