Throughout my student days, I have always had an extremely low self-esteem, not to mention my appearance, not to mention my family situation. Just Mandarin, which makes me confused and often makes mistakes in front and back nasal sounds. I remember once in a Chinese class, the teacher asked me to go to the podium to read Zheng Zhenduo's Cormorant: "Cormorants flapping their wings and diving into the water." But when I first read the topic and author, several male students grinned and laughed wildly, shouting, "It's zhèngzhèn Tudor, not zhènzhèng Tudor; It's lúcí, not lúchí. "
my mind exploded, and I didn't know whether to continue reading or stop immediately. Looking up at the teacher, the teacher is still the trademark action of "hanging the wings of a crane", but she is not imitating the Yan' an old woman written by Wu Boxiao, squatting in a chair, with her left hand slightly lower and her right hand slightly higher, and spinning intently; Instead, I met my eyes and threw a sentence: "What is the ability to stand up and read and make fun of others?" In the end, I didn't have the courage to read on. When I got back to my position, my mind was full of jeers from my classmates.
I don't know who was the first to give me the title of "Man Zi". In short, when my classmates saw me later, they were all "handsome and short in Man Zi". Even the teacher knew that "Man Zi" was me and I was "Man Zi". Slowly, I seldom talk to my classmates, and I am silent in class. Like the duck in the fable, I left alone in a pond full of fish. From it, I seem to see my future.
On the day of the graduation dinner, I was as drunk as a fiddler, and I was a little puzzled when I thought about it. No one made a toast, no one made a drink, and I just drank by myself. Is it the applause that won for getting on the podium and reciting Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge? Is it thanks to all the teachers who have been caring, encouraging and urging me over the years? Is it that I am attached to all my classmates who give me selfless help from time to time, even though Man Zi is left and Man Zi is right?
Too much wine makes people very excited. When someone asked who would escort the teacher, I did not hesitate to ride my bike and followed. Unexpectedly, I fell, my arm was broken, my face was swollen and my mouth was broken. Lying in the hospital bed, I suddenly fell into a desperate situation. I saw that my classmates were reviewing in full swing and sprinting for the last ten days. I was completely desperate and tears flowed downwards.
I seem to see my old father, with a rickety figure and stumbling steps, picking vegetables, washing rice and cooking, waiting for my sister and me, with burning eyes. I seem to see my old mother get up at dawn, her silver hair swaying in the wind, and when I get to the responsible field, I start harvesting, carrying, threshing, sweating and panting. I seem to see my father's anxiety, because I have been sick all the year round and can't help my mother. I seem to see my mother's resentment, because I am weak, and my weak body is constantly busy in a man's world. Whether they are anxious or resentful, they are always full of confidence, and every step is solid. Because of me, their son will walk into the examination room of the senior high school entrance examination and realize their long-cherished wish of burying their hearts. But now, I can walk into the examination room with my arm hanging and my plaster cast on? But now, my lessons have been neglected for so long and I can still get satisfactory results? After 3 years, I became a world-famous designer. One day, the headmaster of a science fiction primary school asked me to design an unprecedented school for them. Let me show you around.
The former teaching building was rectangular, but now I have designed it in the shape of a pencil. Its nib has lightning protection function, even if the thunder rumbles outside, it will still be like a sunny day inside, and it will not be struck by lightning, so there is no need to worry about affecting teachers and students in class. Under the teaching building, I also designed an anti-earthquake sensor. If there is an earthquake, the teaching building will automatically float and the students who are in class will not panic. The pen body of the teaching building includes Chinese classroom, mathematical thinking training, music room, language lab and so on. Among them, the most important are the classrooms for major courses such as Chinese, Mathematics and English. All the desks in the classroom have been designed by me as "smart writing desks", which contain all our teaching books and school supplies, as well as homework and teacher lectures. So I don't have to carry a heavy schoolbag all day, come to school with it in the morning and go home with it in the evening. During the music class, the students' teachers became robot teachers. At the same time, every student has a magic earphone and learns to sing by himself. If the pronunciation is not standard, this earphone will remind and teach you repeatedly until your pronunciation is standard, and it will automatically burn the songs sung by the students into CDs, which will be very popular with the students!
Because students nowadays are particularly picky about food, I specially designed a machine for them. You just need to choose the kind and name of the dish you need on it, and it will serve your order later, so that you can eat whatever you want.
Because the playground now takes up a lot of space and is often limited by the weather, I designed the playground underground, and I also designed the elevator, so I am not afraid of rain or wind. There are not only sports equipment, but also robot services! Ruthless years have a taste of poetry composition 3
Even if the war is raging, even if the country is ruined, even if the years are ruthless, you are still an elegant and independent poem in troubled times.
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Who is the cardamom, holding a boat and swaying among the lotus flowers of the lotus leaves in the fish play? Drunk boating, intoxicated by the evening breeze, the sound of oars echoing, clear and exciting. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing "inadvertently, but started a beach of gulls and herons. The next day, a deep sleep could not completely eliminate the remaining alcohol. She stood alone by the small window, looking at the green, fat, red and thin garden, and the meaning of lovesickness quietly welled up in her heart. The pure heart only reads the brocade book in the cloud, only the person who sent it.
As a young girl, she is like an innocent poem.
But the years are ruthless. Who is it, holding a curtain of dreams, sighing with sorrow and wandering? Forty-three years old, the Northern Song Dynasty perished; 46 years old, her husband died. With the stone and stone of cultural relics gone, she had to embark on the long journey of life: fleeing, fleeing, fleeing, risking her husband's reputation and all her treasures, and landing in the gap of war forever. Storm, nowhere to avoid, cold all over. The pain of "helplessness and indifference" and the sorrow of "sadness and sorrow" have all turned into an unspeakable sorrow. "
At that time, she pieced together her frustrations into a weather-beaten poem.
With the flames of war raging, who, with a passion, lit up the gloomy sky with blazing fireworks? Life is an outstanding person, and death is a ghost hero. The brave words by the Wujiang River are her fearless attitude towards life. The awe-inspiring and upright spirit fills the space between heaven and earth, making ghosts and gods change color in vain. A scholar can kill a hero who can't be humiliated without fear and humiliation. How many men in the world can match him?
At this moment, she splashed ink boldly and wrote a poem with awe.
After wandering for half a life, she crossed the iron wall of the Jin State, crossed that "things are people who don't do everything, and tears flow first", experienced numerous storms, faded away from the prosperity of glass, tossed and turned in her life, full of bitterness, and sank in an endless river. After experiencing the wandering and running of life, and after experiencing endless sorrow, she looked down on the bustling things, looked down on the worldly noise, put everything down, and pursued her own heart alone.
it's drizzling and foggy. A woman in white, with an umbrella in her hand, was walking along the banks of the Wujiang River, which was shrouded in fog. The sky meets the clouds and the mist, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.
the heavenly emperor said: where do you want to go? "
The woman replied with a smile," I belong where I am. "
after a few words, the white clothes fluttered and left. Behind her, only an elegant and independent poem named Li Qingzhao was left. I feel very nervous. This is the announcement of the monthly exam results. With the increase of the student number, my palm is like a tiny faucet, and I keep sweating. I closed my eyes and recalled everything I had experienced before the exam-suddenly, like a flash, as if the book full of post-it notes appeared again.
it was the night before the exam. That night, it was particularly cold-I don't know whether it was because of the howling wind or because of the whole body tension. In front of the desk lamp, I still turned over the history books and political books assiduously, and those tedious and miscellaneous knowledge points looked at me. My eyes are constantly absorbing paragraphs of text, but they seem to be completely absorbed in the book. No matter how hard I stare, it still doesn't help.
I closed the book angrily. As if I were choking with someone, I vowed in my heart never to read those elusive words again; But after a while, I opened the book again and recited it helplessly.
After I understand everything, I do have an impression in my mind, but the historical figures seem to have gathered together again, and I can't tell them apart.
repeatedly, I finally got sleepy. My mother knew, but she just comforted me. She didn't say anything, and I only fell asleep angrily and helplessly. In the dream, there is also the history of hundred schools of thought and ancient China.
wake up, wash, have breakfast and go to school. It's time for the exam.
I was very anxious, but I took out my book very slowly, as if I had decided that I would lose, and there was no more resistance. At that time, I deeply felt how nervous, painful and even heartless my study life in Grade Two was! Even his own enthusiasm was destroyed by it!
However, when I took out the book, I was shocked: colorful post-it notes were posted on the edge of the book, which read the contents of each lesson. Just pull it gently and the book will open to each lesson. The exam started before I had time to study it carefully, but I was no longer afraid. In my heart, that enthusiasm gushed out again!
when the wind blows gently, the sticky notes rise and fall, reflecting the mother's handwriting.
"No.7, 95 points ..." Once again, I heard good news. I took out my book again, stroked each post-it note gently, and carefully observed each word, which made up a poem and echoed in my life.
The same is true of mother-although the present years are bitter, it is a tasteful poem that brings endless sweetness. 5
Time flies. After three years, we are gathered here again. Looking at all of you here, your faces are no longer young and immature at that time, but some are mature and steady.
I still remember that 3 years ago, we were young and frivolous, full of vigor and vitality, and were busy with heavy academic life every day. But we all have the same goal, fighting for the senior high school entrance examination, and that time is the best time in our lives.
Everyone is in high spirits, and actively discusses problems and solutions in math class. Everyone has a positive and enterprising spirit. In class, every student listens carefully and speaks actively. The teacher also spoke vividly, which was very interesting. It was really a wonderful memory in my life.
At that time, we were very happy. We didn't have the pressure of life. We just needed to study hard and be ourselves. Remember the basketball court next to our classroom? Yes, that's him. In the past, as long as we went to physical education class, there would be basketball in every class, especially boys, and most of them had their favorite NBA stars. Every class has boys who can play basketball better. Their eyes focused on the basketball court. Strive for rebounds, even if you fall, you are not afraid, stand up and continue to run.
We are frivolous, arrogant, ignorant, too young and ignorant, and we have learned to grow again and again in failure.
Time is like a butcher's knife. Nowadays, we face all kinds of pressures in life, work and family. Time has melted away our youth and frivolity. This is longing for our original naive and beautiful study life. Unfortunately, there is no time machine in this world, and we can never go back to the past, only cherish the present.
We used to be bohemian, wild like the wind and proud like the light. Even if the edges and corners are smoothed by years, we can't erase the passion and ideal in our hearts. Life is as picturesque as painting, which is worth savoring.