Time: 2009-8- 11 20:31:35 Words: 5576
Mid-Autumn Festival Gala
The Mid-Autumn Festival had arrived. We couldn't go home. It was the first time we left home for such a long time. We missed our hometown. There were no mooncakes or a cup of fragrant wine. I discussed with my deskmate Xiao Guo about holding a Mid-Autumn Festival party. He was the class monitor, and the whole class unanimously agreed. Everyone paid 1 yuan for the class fee. Xiao Guo and I acted as buyers and made full use of the 78 yuan to buy some colored paper to decorate our classroom. We also bought a lot of melon seeds and fruits. Of course, there were also gifts.
The night came late. We dressed up the monotonous classroom. How intoxicating and romantic! We were deeply immersed in it. After a simple mobilization and rehearsal, the program list came.
Xiao Guo and Xiao Wu (later Xiao Guo's girlfriend) were the hosts. My task was to distribute the food. These hungry wolves were really enthusiastic when they saw me, but they hoped that I would give them more.
The atmosphere was very lively. The applause did not stop for even a moment. Perhaps there were very few entertainment activities at that time. Everyone was very enthusiastic. There was no such spectacular scene now. I don't remember much. Maybe it was a long time ago, but I remember that the scene was very lively and the singing was too beautiful. I don't remember what they sang, but I remember that a girl sang a song called " My Heart Will Go." Although my idol was Madona at one time, it was influenced by my middle school English teacher, but this was the first time I came into contact with English songs and the first song I knew how to sing. Her voice wasn't very mellow and delicate, but she was very emotional and devoted, which infected us.
It was my turn to go on stage. I brought out my gatekeeping skills-crosstalk. I thought that my eloquence was still passable, so naturally, it brought waves of laughter from everyone. My partner was Pengzi. The cooperation between the two of us was still very tacit. Even if the two of us were unfamiliar with the lines, it did not affect our performance on the spot. The effect was expected. The entire hall burst into laughter. Perhaps it was because the two of us were born to be funny. They shouted our names and asked us to do another one. I said that Peng Zi's voice was not good. We'll talk about it when we have time!
The cheers became even more intense. I couldn't refuse. Under pressure, I used my hoarse voice to sing " Let's Walk in a Cool Way " for everyone. They were laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up. It seemed that my hoarse voice and off-key singing were naturally lovable…
This Mid-Autumn Festival is perhaps the most meaningful one I have had in the past 20 years. I originally wanted to describe every detail of it with thick ink, but due to emotional factors, there are not many memories left in my memory. This restless heart also needs to rest. Let this beautiful memory drift away with the wind!
I will have the pride and pain of this life. Let the fire burn me, let the pain drown me…
The First Sports Art Festival
Soon, I was in the limelight again, which greatly increased my popularity in the hearts of my classmates. They also had to admire my first-class essay writing skills.
The school held its first sports art festival. The contestants on the field rubbed their fists and rubbed their palms, eager to give it a try. Many of the records that the school had set were broken, and the principal also excitedly evaluated the success of this art festival. Art exhibition is also something that I'm interested in. Our art teacher is also very good at writing. His calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, and his cursive calligraphy is flamboyant. Especially that fellow's painting and calligraphy won the first prize of the National Painting and Calligraphy Award. Due to personal reasons, I have reservations about this person's personality. This is also my worst evaluation of a person. Therefore, I have always been biased and called this person "that fellow" just to show my contempt for him, although I once knew his name. He's also very good at calligraphy. It's even said that he's studying at Peking University, but I still don't have a good impression of him.
At night, the program was even more varied. First, there was a singing competition. Due to objective reasons, I was only an audience member, so I was given more time to observe this matter and use my keen insight to express my thoughts. Fortunately, the unity of our class is the strength that won the first place. It can also be considered as a little compensation for the regrets of the military training. This aroused my urge to write even more. In addition, our schoolmate, Nanyang TV Station's reporter XX, also came on stage to support us, pushing the concert to a climax...
That night, I couldn't suppress the impulse and passion in my heart. I couldn't sleep all night. The next day, I woke up very early and wrote " The First Sports Art Festival." In less than two hours, I wrote 2,000 words and threw them into the submission box on campus. The rest was a long wait.
I didn't expect that the school magazine would come out on the fourth day. The headline of the Sports Art Festival that I signed "Hedong" was an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. I was so excited that I couldn't describe it. I pulled Xiao Guo, my deskmate, to eat a meal in the cafeteria. He was so surprised that he didn't react for a long time. I actually dared to let my blood out and ate a five-yuan stir-fried dish. This was already the highest standard of stir-fried dishes in my school at that time. Perhaps it was a matter of price, but five yuan was enough for me to eat for a day and a half.
The first half of the first year of high school came to an end in silence and ignorance. It was really a nostalgic time. There were too few people left in my memory. Other than Xiao Guo, there was only XX left. I had always admired her strong female character. She was swift and decisive in doing things, and her words were sonorous and forceful. She was indeed a sonorous rose. She was also quite good-looking, so she naturally became the focus of everyone's attention. I'm not a sociable person. I'm really an inconspicuous character. It's impossible for me to have too much communication with her. He had a heated relationship with her because of his deskmate. She was a tragic character. Too many blows forced her to pull herself together and survive.
In 1997, her father died in a car accident. This was a huge blow to a person, especially a girl! Every time I think about this, I feel very gratified. At least my parents are still very healthy. As long as they are alive, no matter where I go, I feel that there is a tree supporting me to move forward. I'm not trying to use someone else's past to win some sympathy tears. Actually, she really doesn't need this thing. I didn't mean to expose someone's privacy. I just wanted to prove how brave and admirable she was! Her personality, her character, her self-esteem, and her optimistic attitude towards life were naturally praised by others, if you knew her misfortune. Don't look at her with sympathy. You're not a savior. If you pity her, it's a great insult to her. There's no one in this world worthy of sympathy. If there is, it's ourselves.
Her relationship with Xiao Guo was very ambiguous. When another person barged into Xiao Guo's life, she had no choice but to step back. I don't think she lacks the courage to fight, but she's disdainful. Perhaps I won't record her story anymore. I'll only record another outstanding person in my third year of high school-Old Yang will write her down in one stroke.
Gradually finding the feeling of the first half of the year
The homeroom teacher was even busier. Although he doesn't have the time to manage us, he knows our background very well. Therefore, although I usually don't see him in class, sometimes I don't see him for a month. The political and education work is indeed very busy. I've passed by the political and education office many times and saw him dealing with student problems. We're always on guard against his sudden attacks. The funny thing was that our class had won four gold coins for the top ten in the final exams last semester. This made our brothers look at us in a different light and it also gave rise to our class 'arrogance." I'm first, who am I afraid of?"
Our class has been spoiled by the homeroom teacher. Everyone has a fiery temper. There is only the collective within the class and no cooperation outside the class.
We must introduce our accommodation. The principal of this school was very strange. Perhaps he was more influenced by the Western " feminism " and was more open-minded. The girls lived in buildings, and the boys lived in rotten thatched cottages from the 1950s and 1960s. He did not expect that we would develop feelings for each other and not be used to living in buildings. Wasn't this a strange mentality?
We lived in the ruins of history with anger and dissatisfaction. The back window is next to the Yihe Courtyard. It's actually the teacher's vegetable garden. We often visit them in the summer to help them harvest. We eat with relish. Tomatoes and cucumbers have become a common meal. They can only pick the remaining fruits. Not far ahead was the toilet. The lovely mosquitoes and flies liked to play the most beautiful music in the world for us in summer and autumn. We never drove them away and tolerated them to embroider on me. When they were full of wine and food, the artwork was also completed. I gave them a simple ending. I think they must thank me. I entertain them with my own body, tolerate them to do art on us, and be a full ghost. It's not in vain.
My upper bunk is a very bad-tempered guy. This is related to his schizophrenia. He won't get angry easily, but if you anger him, he will risk his life. We struggled to survive in the crevice and were extremely tolerant of him. Under the premise of not giving up our self-esteem, the two of us were in peace. On the right was the wall, and on the left was Xiao Guo. I will talk about him in the future. After all, he was my deskmate and was like a brother. Who was his upper bunk? He was probably a good-tempered person! In front is Fatty. He's very sincere and nice. We often like to joke around with him. He's never angry. He's probably the most gentle person I've ever met. And…
Ten of us lived in a dormitory, and the other thirty were only separated by a wall. The ten of us had our own principles in life and never "colluded" with them. The lives of those thirty people were quite rich. They were proficient in gambling, drinking, and smoking. They talked about porno, schemed against each other, and often quarreled. It was very lively! We were very disdainful. At that time, I was rated as the best doorkeeper in the dormitory, which meant that the sound of entering and leaving the door was the lowest. This had always made me proud.
School education is inseparable from the support of the family. My parents give me 100 yuan a month for living expenses, and it seems that they don't care about me. This is actually just my wishful thinking. It's just that my parents dare to let go, because the eagle will leave its parents 'wings sooner or later and soar in the sky. I am the eldest son of the family, and I have a lot of responsibilities. Perhaps one day I will feel tired and find a shelter-home is the most suitable.
To test whether my parents still loved me, I made a very stupid move. That day, the snow continued to fall and the north wind blew. I deliberately chose such weather to go home. I rode on that broken Yongjiu and slid all the way home. The road to the village was really bad, and there were many hills. I now doubt my courage at that time. What faith did I rely on to go home? Was it just for revenge? I am proud to say that at my age, on such a snowy night, I was the only one who could complete the journey alone. This obsession with his dreams continued to this day. I'm a madman, a complete madman. I'm a madman when it comes to playing, and a madman when it comes to studying. I've always had the mentality of forgetting myself.
When I got home, it was already two o'clock in the morning. My whole body was frozen and covered in snow. I didn't want to disturb my parents. They were already asleep. The night was too quiet. I could only hear the sound of my own heartbeat. However, I really couldn't stand the cold night. I knocked on the door for a long time. When my mother saw me, tears came. My mother was a strong person. She rarely cried. She helped me get snow and let me go back to the house to rest and change my clothes.
"Why did you come back now?" Mom asked me.
"I miss you guys!" I replied.
I haven't found my heartless father. It's really a little uncomfortable. It seems that they really don't love me anymore. I went to bed and my mother came.
"Where is Uncle?" I asked.
Mother didn't seem to want to say it. I forced her, and she said softly,""He thought that something happened to you at school, so he rode his bike to the school to look for the principal!”
My tears finally filled my eyes again. It was such a long night, such dark weather, over seventy miles of travel, and his father's health had never been good.
"I'll go after him!" I begged Mother. Of course, his mother wouldn't allow it. I helplessly stayed in bed and looked out the window. The snow kept falling…
Under the cover of family and friendship, the first half of my first year of high school quickly came to an end, and the second half passed silently. Until that day, I was beyond angry.
The United States Bombing Our Embassy in the Federal Republic of fry
On the night of May 7th, 1999, it was an unforgettable night for the people of China. It was a day of humiliation for the people of China. In order to let our children and grandchildren remember this day forever, I think it is necessary to erect a monument for the three martyrs.
My yearning for the United States and all the good impressions of the United States in my heart were destroyed at this moment. I poured all my anger on the Americans. That day, I hated the Americans to the core. I suggested that the homeroom teacher lead us to demonstrate near the city government, but it was not accepted. His analysis was correct." Because Nanyang doesn't have an embassy in the United States.”The school organized a speech to express their views on this incident. How could I dare to fall behind?
I'm willing to be a brave warrior to denounce the United States. We'll give blood for blood. Seeing the chaos below the stage, my opening speech was," Dear students, first of all, allow us to observe three seconds of silence for the three dead martyrs. During these three long seconds, my mind wandered once, as if I had returned to the Southern Alliance and witnessed the bloody tragedy with my own eyes. There was no more noise in the classroom. These souls that might have been numb were awakened again.
I began my speech for dozens of minutes, as if I had become a lot of people. When I reached the point of anger, I couldn't help but slam the table. The students in the front row suffered. It wasn't my fault. The American Emperor forced me to lose my mind. I only remember the last few words,"Dear students, work hard, history will remember this blood debt." We have to modify our guns and let the Americans have a taste of the power of Chinese bullets.”I think this speech was a success. Only one person objected. Xiao Bai fought alone at that time. There were voices of crusade everywhere. He was a famous warrior. His words were very relevant. My violent and bloody speech would only increase the revenge of the people. It would not solve the problem. It would only make this peaceful world forever in a state of slaughter!
An unexpected fire
Life is an endless sea, and I am just a small boat on the sea. When the sea is not peaceful, I have joy and sorrow. It's a little difficult for me to forget this small fire. Fire and my life are inextricably linked. One morning, when I was lying in bed at home and having a good dream, I suddenly felt a commotion in the kitchen. I didn't understand. My brother had already gotten up and shouted, Fire! I panicked, but I couldn't go out in a disheveled state. When I arrived at the scene, my father had already returned." Pa!" He gave me a tight slap without any reason or words. This was also my usual style. I didn't need any reason. A mistake was a mistake.
Only the pain was still in that moment. This was the first time my father had hit me, and it was so direct and forceful. At that moment, I really wanted to fight him to the death, even though he used to love me so much. I felt that I had lost my self-esteem. Slapping me in front of so many villagers is equivalent to taking a knife to my soul. Do you want to drive away my numbness, or something else? My patience had reached its limit, and I was not good at expressing myself. I never gave anyone a chance to explain. I rode that broken bicycle back to school. Later, my father seemed to have lost his composure and apologized to me, but I didn't forgive him easily. Until one day, I realized that my father was very old and his face was full of vicissitudes. My heart could no longer be calm. However, I will record this matter in my second year of high school.
Behind the ball game
Although I have always claimed that I do not support violence, impulsive blood has always flowed in my blood. I will not hide the truth because I am afraid that others will accuse me of my bad habits.
I'm used to being a bystander. This way, I can protect myself and gain a good reputation. But one day, I will destroy my honor with my own hands. This game is worth mentioning.
Our class, Class 8th, has won three matches in a row and has become the strongest in Group A. Xiao Guo, my deskmate, has made many girls fall for him. He is also very handsome and has a 1.76-inch figure. I hated myself for being born with stunted growth. I was 1.70 meters tall, but fortunately, my brain was quite useful, so I naturally had a lot of ideas. I became the cheerleader and shouted hoarsely. I had always thought that my personality was noble and fair, but my heart had lost the last bit of ability to resist corrosion and had become a complete mortal. I booed and scolded because I loved watching basketball games. I had accumulated some basketball knowledge and used it to show off my knowledge. The opposing players were very angry with me. The referee might be a little biased towards us. As soon as the game ended, the players on both sides started arguing. The other party was still cursing at me with unpleasant words. Old Han said," Go." I understood and kicked the fatty. Xiaotian couldn't help but say," F * ck you." A fight was imminent. "Stop!" Our form teacher, the school's political education director, stood out at some point. Both sides looked at each other and each complained about their reasons. The form teacher sneered and called the other form teacher over, saying," Teach your students well. I won't let anyone say that our class is bullying a female teacher..." Just like that, the priest protected his believers. We are really getting carried away, because once evil is indulged and no one uses the power of justice to stop it, it will only add fuel to the fire and increase the salary, which will only lead to the extreme of evil.
Our class is united, there's no doubt about it. I have to say with regret that this class has a terrible reputation. All of its advantages-gathering the most elites of all stages and being the best in sports-were overshadowed by its disadvantages-its arrogant attitude of being the ruler of the world. This was the ultimate sorrow.
The first year of high school is slowly passing away. It is full of blood and violence (I will not list them again) and the impulse of a young man in early spring. My dream is not dead. I am full of confidence and hope for the future.
2007.12.8 Finishing (Written in 2002)
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