Time: 2009-8- 14 23:06:21 Words: 3818
The Unexplainable Senior Three--The Tragedy of the Unconstrained Poet
What I've felt the most over the years is that people who don't go through the third year of high school won't mature. Therefore, the third year of high school is very important to a person's growth and progress.
I once discovered a phenomenon that I have to admit, I love tragedy. Destroying something of value for others to see was the most satisfying. This kind of pleasure might only be felt by people with a temperament.
When I was in the third year of junior high school, I read the first famous foreign work," Notre-Dame de Paris." From then on, I couldn't help but have an indescribable prejudice against the famous works of the Chinese Dynasty in the depths of my heart. The moon in a foreign country was always rounder than the moon in China. Famous works were no exception. I was fascinated by the classics, and I also seemed to like the fact that I could also interpret a tragic life. I seemed to feel that all my efforts had ended in failure, and I had to think about life and fate again.
Perhaps entering the third year of high school was a mistake, an irreparable mistake, but I must continue, step by step, and walk down the road with my feet on the ground.
"What are you doing?" A vicious voice came from somewhere.
"I moved the bed. It was placed in the middle and was in the way.”I said, a little scared.
"What, you want to compensate me? Pay me 400 yuan first."
I fell silent after hearing such unreasonable words. He kept lecturing me, and I don't even remember a single word.
"Who are you?" He still asked me angrily.
I followed him out of the dormitory and replied,"I am Xu Dajun." I waited for him to judge me.
"Oh, it's you! (It seems that you are very familiar with my file. Maybe it is because I am the number one seed of this newly established class.）We're still half from the same hometown. Why don't you report to me?”He was actually much gentler.
"I just got out of the car and haven't put my things away yet.”I felt wronged.
"Your master's wife is also from your town. She's from XX Village, and we're half from the same hometown.”He seemed to be trying to get close to me.
"Oh." I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
This was my first confrontation with my homeroom teacher. From then on, we seemed to be used to the flames of war. When two hot-tempered fellows met, neither of us had a good life.
The so-so senior year of high school had already begun. I wasn't in a good mood. I ran into a famous " Iron and Blood Prime Minister " in the school. This person tried to use his strength to convince every debauchery person that his calculations were wrong.
poetry Contest
Not long after, the class held a poetry competition. Under Xiao Zhang's guidance, I came into contact with more poets and had spiritual exchanges with them again and again. The most admired poets were Li Bai, Xin Qiji, Su Shi, and so on. How could we dare to fall behind?
I listened carefully to my classmates on stage and listened to my classmates recite with emotion. I was moved again and again. I was especially touched by Zhou Ci's 'Farewell to Kangqiao.' Xu Zhimo is indeed a man of temperament. Such a fresh poem sounds quite comfortable. Xu Zhimo was a real elegant poet. Unfortunately, his story was only because of a plane accident. It was said that when he died, there was a black hole in his head, which was very indecent.
The students were all enthusiastic and eager to give it a try. Jiang Zichun's pure baritone voice drew a round of applause. Little Liu's was short and shrewd, and had a very philosophical flavor.
The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light.
- -Gu Cheng
It was finally my turn. This morning, I memorized Yue Fei's " The River Is Red " thoroughly. I believe that my bold and unconstrained passion will move my classmates. However, I still couldn't suppress my shyness. Although I had many experiences giving speeches on stage, reciting was obviously something I lacked.
My heart was pounding non-stop, as if it was trembling non-stop. My legs were already a little out of control and were trembling badly. I actually didn't dare to face these unfamiliar faces, but the eager gazes of my classmates still encouraged me. I steadied my emotions. I held the chair with one hand and pressed the blackboard with the other. My hands were sweating nonstop. Suddenly, I turned around and said," Today, I will recite Yue Fei's " The River Is Red ". I could clearly feel my voice trembling. At that moment, I forgot about myself. It was as if I was the only one in the world acting alone.
The more I recited, the more passionate I became. It was as if I was Yue Fei himself and had already gone deep into Helan Mountain in Ningxia. The heroic feelings were overflowing with words. I seemed to smell the blood in my mouth and finally understood the pleasure of "Song of the Great Wall".
Sailiqu
Grape wine luminous cup, want to sing lute immediately urged.
Lord Grim lay dead on the battlefield, and the few who had fought since ancient times returned.
Applause overwhelmed her excitement. I recited the poem "Spring in Qinyuan" again. Snow. My voice echoed in the classroom for a long time. I was immersed in my performance. Xiao Zhang gave me a comment of " bold and unconstrained poet." From then on, this was synonymous with me, especially when some girls liked to call me that. Soo Soo and I were the representatives of the bold and unconstrained faction and the graceful and restrained faction respectively. However, life ultimately changed people's destinies and remolded our personalities.
I have always believed that I was a winner in this competition. My character and personality fit well, but the almighty God has lost faith in me. He has turned his eyes to others. I also feel that the seeds of tragedy have been planted in my third year of high school.
After my senior year of high school got back on track, I realized that I wasn't happy. I was used to being free and undisciplined. This kind of oppressive atmosphere made me sometimes hard to breathe, especially when the class teacher's high-pressure policy toward us was at most expressed as excessive concern for me. I was a little angry and always held a grudge against him.
My relationship with my deskmate, Qiu Yue, isn't very good. Maybe I can't stand her being too close to the form teacher, so I'm jealous! However, this was the only reason I defended myself. Ever since someone said that " silence is golden," I used it to the extreme. I admit that I have a strong character and a persistent spirit. These are all in my soul. She and I seemed to be in a cold war. When she realized this, she was heartbroken and completely disappointed in this unreasonable person. She asked the class teacher to change seats. From then on, our relationship has been tense. My reason was simple. The form teacher didn't allow me to talk to her. He had a heart-to-heart talk with me. To tell him the truth, I rarely talked to Zhou. We were just discussing problems. His tone became even more unyielding." Can't you guys discuss the problem after class?”，I was speechless. I thought it was all my fault, I was the root of all evil, so I simply ignored her forever and forced her to go to Liangshan.
Today, my relationship with Zhou is already very close. We are like siblings. I often like to joke with her. Her concern for me makes me feel like a child who will never grow up. She always wants to treat me to a meal, but I always reject her. She felt that it was her fault and that she had let me down. As for me, I knew very well that I had done something that I shouldn't have done and hurt someone's heart that I shouldn't have hurt. What reason did I have to get her forgiveness just because of my sincerity? This was the legendary maturity.
I was not isolated. On the contrary, I felt an unprecedented joy. The form teacher's high-pressure policy had already oppressed me to the point of being a little perverted, even a little cruel and cold. Soon, I gave myself the nickname "WILDWOF".
It eventually led to my destruction.
The three point one line activities were already commonplace. Classrooms, cafeteria, classrooms, dormitories. We had been pushed to the brink of collapse by the exam-oriented education. Every time after class, I would be the first to rush out of the classroom and rush to the cafeteria. I would finish eating in five minutes and return to the classroom in one minute. We were treated unfairly. Perhaps this was related to the callousness of the form teacher. He always liked to be different. The other classes were in the newly built teaching building, but our class was in a corner-the art room of the original school. In the thatched houses of the 1950s and 1960s, sometimes when classes were being held, sand and stones would fall from the sky like a goddess scattering flowers. It was a spectacular sight. However, the few girls who loved to be beautiful had suffered a disaster. Their heads were covered in white. It was snowing in June, and it was bird shit. She was so angry that her face turned red. She was very cute.
Sometimes, he could hear the birds chirping in his ears. It sounded like a nest. He looked up and saw the bird's nest on his head. This annoyed the old man on the stage. All of them looked at the same target. The old man was good at self-mockery."No wonder no one paid attention to my class. It turns out that pop songs are being broadcasted live.”We also smiled cooperatively. I gave him some face, but I couldn't resist the curiosity and temptation. A few bird experts (including me, of course) were checking how many feathers the birds had. Life was really boring, and I only had the leisure and elegance at this moment.
Soon we all began to thank our esteemed homeroom teacher for her foresight. This otherworldly paradise was rare and quiet. It was really a good place to study and have fun. As we approached the teapot, these lazy fellows seemed to have ten thousand reasons to thank God for the convenience of carrying water. It was the closest to the cafeteria, which saved us a lot of precious time. They felt more secure because they were close to the girls 'dormitory. It was the furthest from the boys 'dormitory, and the boys had to leave their seats to strengthen their bodies. The distance from the sports field was appropriate, and they could also enjoy a wonderful basketball game during class. However, only students who were close to the window or door enjoyed such treatment.
The days passed, and for a long time, there were still many classes who did not know that there was a third-year class living here. It was ridiculous and lamentable.
The homeroom teacher continued to promote his high-handed policy. He was a living monitor and camera. Other teachers were teaching, but he was peeping from the back window. Any illogical or unscientific move would be hard to escape his eagle eyes. When I first saw his eyes, they were oppressive and difficult to bear. These were the strangest eyes I had ever seen. Perhaps it was innate, but it made people uncomfortable. He was a ruthless character and was not to be trifled with. Even the principal is afraid of him. I've heard of this in my second year of high school. Once, when the principal was in a meeting, he couldn't sit still anymore. He wanted to stand up and give a speech, and then he embarrassed the principal. The principal was magnanimous and ignored him. In the future, whenever he wanted to speak, the principal would never express any opinions, nor would he bother to argue with him. The homeroom teacher was a straightforward person. His personality was unquestionable, and his heart was passionate. For his students, he forgot everything, including his health. However, his enthusiasm was too much. After all, we were not children anymore. We could also be called "old foxes". This was our joke for the third-year students. It seemed that we had the capital to take advantage of our seniority. Blindly suppressing them would only lead to more resistance. At night, during the day, his mind was filled with thoughts of his fellow countrymen sacrificing themselves for justice and being dragged to the office by the homeroom teacher for "fascist" political education.
We were afraid and seemed to be obedient. Who could guarantee that bad luck wouldn't befall us one day? His " evil hand " could reach out to those " lawless people " at any time.
It's fine if you don't say it. If you say that he's angry, our contest next semester will be more valuable. I was still sticking to my own bastard logic to build good interpersonal relationships, getting in touch with the best people (either the best in academics or sports), and getting in touch with the worst in academics (I don't think so). They were very rebellious and caused the class teacher a headache. They were also the key targets of dictatorship. They seemed to need more understanding, but they were misunderstood as selfish, cold, heartless, and without lofty ideals. Their future was like chicken feathers. This was just a veil that hid behind a hypocritical face. They were passionate, loyal, and lived a life of Communism. They shared pens, food, and hobbies. They charged forward when they were working, they were in the limelight on the basketball and football fields, they were in the limelight on the basketball and football fields. They won cheers for the art and music competition…They had their own beliefs and pursuits. Deep in their hearts, they were also looking forward to a beautiful future. However, they used their own methods to prove the value of their existence. The truth was often in their hands, not someone like me who fell into a pile of books and couldn't extricate himself.
Under the wind of love, my heart is calm and as light as water. But I know that I have never been good at being satisfied. If you give me all the money, I will not only buy the whole world, but also buy all the air. The absurdity comes from the deep thinking of life.
The first half of the third year of high school had come to an end. She had lost the courage to live, but what she got was a face full of vicissitudes.
Collated on October 11, 2007 (first manuscript in November 2002)
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