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[Introduction] Although the traffic police finally decided that the other party was fully responsible, I was wondering if I had no responsibility at all? If I could be more careful, find the signs of the opposite side turning earlier, and take measures earlier, maybe the collision accident would not happen? It rained heavily, and the windscreen wiper was adjusted to the fastest speed, but it still couldn’t see the road ahead well. The raindrops of broad beans hit the roof closely, and their ears were occupied by the huge rain. It was impossible to hear the whistle of the cars outside the car warning each other. For a moment, it seems that you are in a world with only rain but only my mist. The car walked slowly and cautiously like walking on a thin ice, but the heart sank untimely in a kind of quiet happiness. Half an hour ago, I sent a friend who could be remembered in my life to the bus home, and then went to the hospital to pick up an old couple whose children were not around and sent them home, I plan to drive to the home trade market to order food and make some delicious food to comfort myself and my family on Saturday. This ordinary life of ordinary people is always happy in my heart. Even on this heavy rain Road, happiness is dragging me tightly. Suddenly, in the front of the rain and fog, I saw a black car heading straight towards me. I stepped on the brake in fear, but it was too late, with a Bang, our car still crashed into each other. It was an Audi A6. No one was injured when looking at the situation. I sat in the driver’s seat and didn’t get off. I took a deep breath and stabilized my mind. A young driver walked out of the opposite car and went straight to my car door and said with a little blame: beauty, how did you drive? I think, how do I drive? I am going straight, and you are making a sharp turn on the yellow double solid line. It seems that there is nothing wrong with me? I told him, call the traffic police. When I said this to him, somehow, my heart was particularly calm, and there was also a kind of calm. Alas, what am I calm about? Fortunately, the traffic patrol platform is near the roadside. Thanks to Wang Lijun, the director of Chongqing Municipal Public Security Bureau, many traffic patrol platforms have been set up in many streets and lanes, which is very convenient for ordinary people. The traffic police witnessed the accident of the car crash, so they did not invite themselves. After taking photos at the scene and receiving the driver’s certificate, she politely said to me: beauty, please show me your driving license and driver’s license. Fortunately, I usually don’t have a driving license, but today I have a complete license, it seems that I have prepared it. At this time, I got off the car and checked the situation of my car carefully. Not so good. The front side of the car is far from the left side. The corner of the left side of the car is very irregularly sunk in, like a twisted face due to pain. The headlight and the turning light are all broken into colorful snow on the ground, some liquid unknown to be oil or water continuously drips from the bottom of the car corner, like tears drop by drop. My car, it is in pain. At this time, I suddenly lost my opinion when I was calm and calm just now. After all, it was the first time for a person to face such a traffic accident, and he didn’t even know what to do. I remembered my friends who were the traffic police. The phone calls came one by one, and only the third friend’s phone was connected. He arrived at the scene at the first time with a fast speed. After asking about the situation, he comforted me and said, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing. Then, explain the handling procedures and matters needing attention to me one by one, coordinate with the insurance company, ask the car repair shop, leave the other party’s license plate number and contact information, and all of them will be handled for me according to the normal procedures, there was not a little trick of the traffic police dealing with traffic accidents as people imagined, until they finally sent me home in the rain. I really appreciate having such a sincere good friend. When I needed help most, he appeared in front of me immediately. What he had done after his arrival made me feel much more secure at once. In fact, before he came, I also imagined even a little weak expectation, imagining and expecting him to help me do some small tricks within his power. It seemed that I am blasphemed the character of this good friend and his professional ethics as a policeman. What I also wanted to say was that the opposite side of the crash was also some people with good quality. After the driver blamed him slightly, the driver’s boss came down from the car, which seemed to be working outside. Their car was also damaged by the light and a small part of the right front corner car body. After checking their car, after looking at me for a few times, I seriously cooperated with the traffic police in all kinds of registration procedures, without any more blame or any sulk on my face, which I didn’t expect, because I have seen and heard too many disharmonious incidents in traffic accidents. Although the traffic police finally decided that the other party was fully responsible, I was wondering whether I had no responsibility at all? If I could be more careful, find the signs of the opposite side turning earlier, and take measures earlier, maybe the collision accident would not happen? Thinking like this, I think I can understand if the other party blames me. However, everything is fine and both sides are peaceful. I silently felt the happiness of my misfortune in my heart. A crash accident that nobody wanted to encounter made me find many beautiful existence in human nature. The warm and polite traffic police, honest friends who help each other sincerely, and several people who don’t know each other but have good self-restraint, all of which are so kind and good, it is enough to make up and cover up the shock and unhappiness brought by the crash. Happiness is still dragging me tightly, even at such a time. Thank you so many good people for giving me happiness! 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. 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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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