Time: 2009-8-140:52:53 Words: 7702
The calm second half of the second year of high school
Life was boring, not because of the lack of honor, applause, or sense of achievement, but because of habit. Habits could make people obedient, tolerant, indifferent and numb. They could destroy a person's will, passion and even life itself. This was the charm of time. There was a story to explain this habit: The old hairdresser took in an apprentice. The apprentice was very weak, so the teacher taught him a way to experiment with watermelons. The apprentice had a habit. Every time before he cut the watermelon, he would insert the razor into the watermelon and then cut the watermelon in an orderly manner. Soon, he finished his studies. He first cut his master's hair, and the result was obvious. His disciple repeated his usual habit and skillfully inserted the razor into his master's head... So this person said," Humans were not creatures of emotion, but creatures of habit. I think this is the tragedy of mankind, and it is also a strange circle that no one can get out of.
Being stuck in the school circle all day, wandering around the three points and one line, whether school was hell or heaven, perhaps only the current high school students could answer this question. I'm just a little bird, locked in a so-called prison, unable to fly high no matter how I fly. Isn't this exactly a reflection of the thoughts of the current high school students in China?
There were fewer discussions. Back to the main topic, everyone should have their own lives and pursuits. In a country where values were not fully recognized, one had to adapt to society first before talking about transformation. This was the only way out. No grumbler would have a place in the long river of history. I admit that I have a big appetite. Five or six steamed buns for a meal is nothing. I would rather abide by poverty, which would make my heart calm. When desire takes my soul, I lose my happiness.
Steamed Bun Competition
There was no need to remember the Mantou competition, but I had to exaggerate it with interest. It only evoked memories of that unforgettable story, which was a rare treasure in life. I made a bet with a classmate that I could eat six steamed buns in half an hour. Each steamed bun was 4.2 taels, and I didn't need to drink soup or eat vegetables. The loser would pay. He had greatly underestimated my strength. He had yet to understand my bad living habits. Sometimes, I could gather all my meals for a day into one meal. It was the so-called " focus on the four modernizations." His defeat was beyond his expectations, but it was within my expectations. I easily ate seven of them in one go. The reward was that he treated me to a meal for a day. I smiled triumphantly. He finally understood the hunger of the hungry. Food is nothing to you, but to me, it's life and my parents. I was really moved at that time. Today, my appetite didn't decrease much. It's just that I don't treat eating as a necessity anymore. Maybe it's the after-effect of my second year in high school. Sometimes, I suffer from hunger. I like this feeling. At least I feel that I'm still living a normal life. Not having enough to eat is also a kind of realm. Although I'm no longer shy, I still miss that heart-wrenching feeling.
Many students said that I was a rational person who did things according to principles. Perhaps I was too rational and did some unwise things. I was often troubled by my own rationality, as if rationality was also a kind of mistake. Although I didn't do anything wrong because of rationality, because I didn't intend to use rationality to hurt people, sometimes rationality was not a good thing. It was like a cold and merciless sword that stabbed into anyone's chest. There was only death. I would like to describe this matter with a penitent and self-reflecting mentality. It was a regrettable matter caused by being overly rational.
The art class in Grade One did not increase his knowledge at all, perhaps because he was born with a lack of artistic cells. The second year students turned on their computers. There were too many monks and not enough porridge. They were very unhappy. Only the music class in the second year students was not satisfactory. They were born with five tones, but they could still sing to their heart's content. The music teacher was very young and very beautiful. She had just been assigned and worked very hard. She was the one who brought me into music heaven and made me realize that music was one of the most beautiful things in the world. She was very enthusiastic and attracted my attention. From her, I learned about the blind Ah Bing's "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring," learned to appreciate the sad and moving "Liang Zhu," and also learned the first English song,"My Heart Will Go." I admired her from the bottom of my heart. However, I was not born to be a well-behaved person. I still had some objections to some of her teaching methods, but I did not dare to say it to her, nor did I dare to say it to the class teacher, even though we had always been close like brothers. I picked up my pen again and sent a letter to the principal's mailbox, expressing my anger towards her.
Respected Principal:
I am deeply disturbed to disturb your peaceful life again. I'm really touched that you're able to read this letter despite your busy schedule.
Perhaps I shouldn't have suppressed my thoughts. I just wanted to say what I should have said. Perhaps I didn't use the right words and hurt some people's feelings. Please forgive me for my mistakes due to my naivety and ignorance.
Perhaps my opinion is immature, but I can guarantee that everything I said is true…
Today, I would like to comment on my beloved music teacher, XX. Perhaps I can't help but be extreme because it's not a good habit to talk about others behind their backs, but I think she can still be forgiven if my words are to the point...
There was no doubt that she was a good teacher. She was passionate and responsible for her work. I didn't attack her because she cared about us, because she loved us, because she was creative.
The only fly in the ointment was that I felt that some of her methods were really too much. Many students felt the same way. I only reflected the problem and hoped that the principal would make his own judgment.
……
Our school's educational facilities are insufficient. This is the current situation, but there is no need for her to organize such activities. Perhaps my words are not appropriate, but this is all I can think of. She played with us like a child. For everyone's happiness, perhaps a person's loss of self-esteem can be exchanged for everyone's joy and encouragement. I think the result is quite serious. Sometimes, no one would do what she did because it would be embarrassing. She would be very angry and her face would be as red as an apple. In this case, the enthusiasm of both parties would be severely affected.
I'm talking about the idiom game. For example, the teacher will give you a few stools and tables and ask you to perform something like " seven up and eight down." Then, another student will guess. If you guess correctly, you will sing a song. This kind of game was very fun and interesting, but it was very difficult for the person involved. For example, what to do when a dog is desperate and what to do when it hears the chicken. This obviously did not conform to the mentality and psychological characteristics of adults. Although our age is full of self-expression, it is definitely not in this aspect. Do you think my analysis is reasonable?
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I suggested that the music teacher read some books about the psychological activities of high school students, such as "logic" and "psychology"(I was reading these two books at the time). I also recommended them to the music teacher.
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I also hope that she can teach us some pop music and English songs such as "My Heart Will Go On", which is very popular among the students.
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sincerely
salute
Student of Class 98 (6): Xu Dajun
X-day, X-month, 2000
This time, I was even fiercer. I wrote more than 4000 words in one breath. On the third day, the class teacher, Xiao Liu, looked for me for a conversation. I didn't think much of it. We seemed to be as close as brothers. I had always been determined to carry out his orders. "What you did was wrong!"
His opening speech was very unexpected, and I was shocked.
"What is it?"
"Did you write a letter to the principal?”
He waited for my reply. My brain was working at high speed. The principal had " betrayed " me, but I still admired our beloved principal.
"Next time, if you have any questions, you'd better look for me directly.，After all, XX is a new teacher. Your letter doesn't matter, but it hurts her a lot! "His tone was obviously blaming, but it was not overbearing.
At this moment, I realized the seriousness of the situation. Perhaps I had inadvertently hurt the heart of someone I shouldn't have hurt. This was a failure in life.
The outcome of this matter was within my expectations, but I didn't feel relaxed at all. The growing pains were increasing day by day, as if the end of the world had arrived. I'm a life committee member, and I'm overly passionate. I've been trying to get rid of the effects of others hurting me. My futile resistance has intensified my understanding of pain. This heavy stone has never given up on torturing me for a moment. I seem to be struggling in the cracks...
On April 1st of this year, the American imperials once fooled the kind and hardworking people of China. It was April Fool's Day in the West. Wang Wei's plane collision incident once again made the Chinese people furious. As a Chinese with a conscience, I had to endure the provocation of the US imperials time and time again. I really wanted to point at the dozens of detained US soldiers and curse them. Damn it, how dare you make trouble in front of the Lord of the Rings. The ambitions of the US wastrels are obvious.
I felt weak. I was just a very insignificant civilian. My voice and anger were as weak as a mosquito. The development of the situation was not optimistic. The wrongdoers were sent home. I once again felt the helplessness of the weak countries and the people. The New York Times reported that this was another great victory for the foreign policy of the Tenth Congress.
The blood of the martyrs had been shed in vain, but it had not awakened the numb people. In a country with a weak conscience, there was a sad nation. To this day, how many people still remember Wang Wei? Let me pick up a handful of ashes and scatter them to the blue sky, to the ocean, and to every corner of the earth. The sky will take in the souls of the warriors, the ocean will leave behind the shadows of the warriors, and the earth will bury the corpses of the warriors. This forgotten story was brought up again just to wash away the cold eyes. There seemed to be a conscience there. It was time for our nation to cheer up.
The mid-term exams were coming soon, and her performance was barely satisfactory. The results were always unexpected. Some kings were pushed out of the glorious stage of history, while others showed unprecedented vitality. More and more rising stars were threatening us three swordsmen, so I had no choice but to trek twice as hard. I forgot to get a haircut once every two months and wash my hair once every three weeks. This kind of inhuman and ghost-like life actually made me realize the joy of life and aroused my impulse to spread my wings and fly. I was willing to be a galloping horse in the grassland. A few flies 'bites would never hinder my running.
swordsmithing
Haha, love, love, love!
Loving the green sword, an enemy kills himself.
How many men do you think you are?
A man loves the green sword, oh, he is not lonely.
Head for head, oh, two enemies killing themselves.
One man is nothing, oh, love, oh!
Oh my love, oh my love
Ah, oh, oh!
The first time I saw Uncle Ent's " New Stories," I was already convinced by this difficult and difficult song of Chu Ge. I really wanted to compose a song for it so that I could sing to my heart's content. Unfortunately, I lacked musical talent. Secondly, the Goddess of Time did not allow me to think. The final exam was coming, so I gave up!
In a sense, my second year of high school has come to an end. This was a very complicated period of life in the past twenty years. There were sad tears. It was a pity. Could it be that I just wanted to win some tears from the officials? What I said was very little. I didn't want to say it. To my humble personality, this was insignificant, but it was a fatal blow. There was the urge to repent, flowers and applause, and the envious eyes and jealousy of others. There were even some bloody and violent incidents that I didn't participate in. It could only be said to be a coincidence. It also allowed me to avoid being expelled. It also allowed me to finally not become a complete hooligan today. I didn't want to record the details of the incident in order to reduce Huo Yao's anger and to solemnly declare again: I don't advocate violence, even though I have impulsive reasons and experience in fighting. Soon after, I announced that I would draw a clear line with them and become a veritable "Judas". However, I never betrayed our operation plan. As for the serious personal injuries caused by the people involved, I should not be fully responsible. I don't know where the road to this river is? It can smoothly reach the vast and boundless Pacific Ocean. Even if I carry the ship to the other side of the dream, the road is also winding. I comforted myself like this: If I don't experience wind and rain, how can I see the rainbow? I have no reason not to face my life properly.
A couple of things in make-up lessons
Making up classes during the summer vacation wasn't a good idea. Cicadas chirped non-stop, the road was scorched to the point of smoking, the leaves were motionless, and there was no wind. All kinds of flowers were blooming, as if they could feel the sound of flowers blooming. There were a few bees brewing life, which made us feel that the world was not completely dead. An old teacher was standing in the classroom with a few clean windows and talking non-stop. There were students who couldn't sit still and were absent-minded, especially the students sitting in the last row who were quite bold. They took off all their coats, leaving only shorts and vests. Although the school clearly stated that slippers, shorts, and singlets were not allowed in the classroom. Some people would deliberately misinterpret it, saying that it was only legal for us to be naked. In comparison, our attire is much better than a naked civilization. The tide of the world was vast and mighty. If you followed it, you would prosper. If you went against it, you would perish. Our generation still does things our own way, unexpectedly becomes the custom, the order line cannot prohibit. Because our favorite is slippers, tank tops, and shorts. Cool! CBA!
That day, Teacher Lu was teaching
red leaves
- --Taiwan (Ding Ying)
who
secretly
Cut and paste the autumn on the girl's cheeks
so
The whole universe is drunk
With all my heart
With the posture of the west wind
I was intoxicated by his words, as if I had drunk a cup of fragrant wine. Suddenly, Teacher Zhao signaled for me outside the door, and Teacher Lu agreed. I walked out at a loss. Teacher Zhao said,"You're getting old." I don't understand. What do you mean? This person had always been very straightforward. One of his words was very classic: Although we can't control the weather, we can control our mood. I've used this easy to understand phrase many times. Today, he spoke very vaguely. He led me to the school gate. I saw my Uncle X. I had a premonition that something really happened at home.
I followed Uncle XX and his daughter across the path. The roses there were blooming to their heart's content, but unfortunately, there was no fragrance.
grandma died
My healer died suddenly and naturally. Although my impression of Grandma was very ordinary, this moment was still unbearable. Her grandmother had been bedridden for a long time. Her father and uncle did not seem to take enough care of her to make a living. They only provided financial assistance. I rarely went to see her. Although I was never afraid of death, I still didn't want to see a dying person moaning on the bed. She couldn't speak for a long time and was not much different from a vegetable. Aunt took good care of her, and Grandma should rest in peace in the underworld.
This was the first time I attended a funeral in all aspects, and I deeply realized that it was imperative to promote cremation. I am the only grandchild and the closest person to Grandma. I am also the eldest grandson. I have to attend many ceremonies. My father and uncle were in charge of entertaining the guests. I knelt at the door and returned the greeting to each of my relatives and friends by kowtowing. I don't know if my head is broken, maybe it's okay, but that night my knees were a little sore, but I had to hold on for the person behind me--- I couldn't cry anymore. Perhaps I was used to being indifferent in the face of any difficulties and suffering. I really forgot that I was an animal that could cry. However, other people's tears would constantly stimulate my tear glands, so my eyes naturally became moist.
The night was not peaceful either. They hired a rapper group, and their hoarse voices made unpleasant sounds that disturbed the souls lying inside. They actually won the laughter and applause of some of the audience until two o'clock in the evening. Now, some places even added fireworks, saying that the undead would ascend to heaven. What kind of logic was that? First uncle, uncle, father, grandfather, and aunt gathered together to discuss tomorrow's schedule. The busybodies in the village, the capable people, all showed their abilities to organize this funeral. We only paid for it.
The description of an event was very complicated. It might take me three days and three nights to finish writing it. I didn't have much interest in describing it, but it was my first experience in life. I was curious in sorrow, and I had a conscience in helplessness. I used my own pen to write about my own family's funeral as a gift to my grandmother. If there was a heaven, she would look at me from heaven and bless me with divine power.
The heavens were really not cooperating. The rain was especially heavy that year, and the route had been destroyed recently. The car could not move forward, so they had to take a detour of four or five miles. The ground was very wet, and the funeral procession was moving and stopping. It was difficult for them to walk. The sun was very powerful, roasting the world viciously. At one o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral procession was moving forward, and the cicadas were chirping non-stop. Nothing could stop the funeral procession. Everyone was given three bottles of Huo Xiang Vital Energy Water. I remember that my father seemed to have been bewitched, but he was a strong-willed person. He persevered until the end and sent his mother, my grandmother, to the west on a crane.
There were still many mistakes along the way. My auntie dropped a jar that she shouldn't have. She should have been blamed, but everyone still forgave her. After all, it was a new era. The car was stuck in the mud and could not extricate itself. Helplessly, all the laborers were mobilized to carry it out. In short, due to the weather, the funeral was not very smooth. In order to organize the funeral, many people paid a price that they should not have paid. I even feel like I'm a victim. I returned to school on the fourth day.
Thoughts about life
He was dead.
One of my classmates fell down in front of us because he was playing a difficult move when he was going downstairs. After he missed, the back of his head hit the stairs and his brain burst. His last sentence was,"I'm fine." Perhaps this was the last moment. His last words remain in the minds of many people for a long time. I once saw his tragic death in my dream. I began to think about the meaning of life. Life was so fragile. Sometimes, we were even more fragile than flowers.
Why do people live? If a person's death can be exchanged for more people's rebirth, or if his death is meaningful, I am willing and never hesitate. If God summons me, I will bravely walk towards God. Death is eternal life.
Xiao Wu
The helplessness of time made me forget about paying too much attention to this person's death because there were many ominous rumors surrounding me. Wu and I are very pure classmates, but public criticism is like gold. I'm not afraid of it, but how can I bear to let a girl bear such pressure, even though she has always been very lively and likable.
She is my deskmate. Her face was a little dark, so she had the elegant title of " Black Sister ". She was the type that made people feel comfortable looking at her and want to look at her again. I had a good impression of her before, and I never denied this. I had met her many times in the Menghai Sea. It seemed that she really had a place in my mind. Up until now, my good impression of her had not disappeared, but it was not as strong as it was back then.
Rumors often arise silently. Is our relationship very subtle? There seemed to be endless things to talk about when they were together. At night, we would always run into each other on the playground. We all had the habit of running before bed, so we often ran together. We were also repeatedly bumped into by those meddlesome people who were good at making groundless accusations.
I had no choice but to act. He reduced his contact with her and even stopped talking to her. Perhaps my actions were too extreme, or perhaps it was just wishful thinking. I was just trying to protect a person's " innocence."
I visited her house in the summer of 2002. I carried 6 pounds of bananas. I didn't plan to eat at her house. Because we weren't familiar with the route, we missed each other. When she found me, it was almost 11 o'clock. I had no choice but to eat at her house. Coincidentally, some of her relatives came to visit. They used the same gaze to scan me, as if I was her boyfriend? I said,"I'm a freshman at Nanyang Normal University and she used to be my deskmate." I can finally speak freely with her, because now we're both free. She was still a girl who loved to smile, the kind of smile that made me fall for her-pure. However, she had mixed a little melancholy and maturity into her lively and cheerful personality, making her look more voluptuous. Perhaps it had something to do with her senior year!
Unknowingly, we talked about the rumors in high school. In fact, the two of us really didn't take it seriously. Because even if I had a good impression of her, that was all. At most, it was just the relationship between Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu. When the love had not begun, it had already ended. Just like how we're both full of fantasies about the future now, she'll always be one of my best friends. I once thought in my heart,'I must find a girl who loves to smile like her. Her smile is very pure…'
Later, at the end of 2005, when I returned from the military, the first person I met was her. I stood on the other side of the road while she stood at the entrance of Nanyang Normal University. The world did not turn. She was admitted to my alma mater, Nanyang Normal University. Thus, we met again. There was no reserve or strangeness. It was like a long-lost friend meeting again. She brought me around Nanyang Normal University. My alma mater was indeed different from the one I used to be. After all, the changes in the west district were really different. I didn't recognize my alma mater after two years, especially the hardened cement road and the rising buildings. There was also a modern stadium that really made me dizzy. My classmate told me about her changes in the past two years. Naturally, I talked about what I had seen and heard in the army. In a trance, I felt the gap between us. Perhaps the army had trained my mind to be more firm.
After that, I went to visit her several times in a hurry. Anyway, I didn't have that kind of so-called feelings for her, and there wasn't much difference between us. Even on May 1st, 2007, we still kept in touch. Later, due to my job exchange, I gradually lost contact with her. It was said that she worked in China Mobile or China Unicorn.
Not long ago, I searched on Sohu's Alumni. I didn't expect that this little girl would actually go to the northeast and change her name. I think time is actually so heartless. After not seeing each other for more than a year, we finally don't know where we will go tomorrow? She hoped that she would be happy with her lover in the northeast. This was the result she deserved. A lively and lovely person, a person who was always passionate about life.
Hedong was completed on March 27, 2008 at 11:19 (Written in 2002)
The final exam had entered the moment of life and death, but the goddess of fate once again tested my patience and willpower. An unexpected illness came.
Illness came like a mountain. Two weeks before the exam, a bout of diarrhea struck me. The cause of the incident was very funny. One night, I was very dizzy and went to the streets to get medicine. The old doctor deliberately mystified me and seemed to be unfathomable. Now that I think about it, he really had the suspicion of taking advantage of his seniority. I even suspected that he had been trying to deceive me with the methods of a swindler. He prescribed me cold medicine and fever medicine. The next day, he even gave me an injection. It was so painful that I couldn't help but curse. The fever subsided, and the diarrhea worsened. At that time, I was reading a Chinese medicine book when I suddenly thought of fighting poison with poison. I drank a bottle of cold beer first, then took a cold shower when I was hungry and cold. For safety, I also took a few pills of Diarrydine and Norfluraxin, but it was counterproductive. That night, I seemed to feel that death was waving at me. I went back and forth between the dormitory and the toilet. That night, I pooped 30 times. I was afraid and actually thought that death was coming.
I endured the pain and continued to go to class. During the day, I kept having diarrhea more than 20 times. In the end, I actually had thick blood. The class teacher advised me to go home, although he suggested that I see a doctor on the street. I was injured once and became suspicious of the doctor on the street. After two days of continuous infusion (eight bottles), she recovered. I couldn't help but curse that old man in my heart. He didn't accumulate any kindness before he died.
When I returned to school, there were only six days left before the so-called exam. I pretended to be in no hurry, which made the class teacher very angry. I also had my difficulties. I was unable to eat after recovering from a serious illness. I relied on Wahaha for the first two days. This was the second time I drank Wahaha. I regretted being born 20 years earlier. Next was instant noodles. It was the day before the exam. Thank God, thank God. I don't want to make Xiao Liu sad anymore. He's too tired and should rest.
This episode made me remold myself, learn to cherish life, and have a profound impact on the pursuit of ideals. Fortunately, I was full of confidence in the final exam and achieved very good results. Although I was second in the class, I was fourth in the grade and my best result in high school. When I held the 100 yuan scholarship given by the principal, I almost cried. I've always used it as a capital to show off, just to prove that I have a solid foundation in my studies and to recall that period of time…
So most of the time, I firmly believe that God is fair. He gave you pain and sadness, he constantly attacked you, it was to temper your will, he gave you happiness and happiness, he gave you encouragement, it was the time for you to enjoy the warmth of the world.
No matter how much God plundered from you, he would compensate you in other ways.
2007.12.10 Finishing (Writing at the end of 2002)
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