How many people returned to the smoke?
The flowers in front of the court smell tasteless early.
It's hard to be beautiful after a long time.
In this ancient garden, the grass leaves in spring and comes back in autumn.
The cuckoo cries for blood.
Singing to wine, only one person snows.
Refuse to go to the moon
But incomplete.
Who is shining in front of the window?
Why are you scarred when you are born, sick and dead?
The world of mortals has a little more reincarnation.
Pretend to be chic and forget fate.
Du Yi building
Divide the world
Watch butterflies fly over the eaves.
Disturbed the sky for many years
Candles dim in teenagers' old dreams.
The bubble was born and burst.
Under the tree, the stream flowed for many years.
The fish stirred up the night reunion.
The storm in the ancient pavilion has gone far beyond the rut, and the girl is as shallow as a fairy.
I once looked back and smiled, making heaven and earth overlap.
Return to Ming Xia, have a good life, a little more world of mortals.
Pretend to be chic and forget fate.
When can you see good and evil alone? Depends on how many years butterflies have been bothering you.
The candle in the teenager's old dream has faded.
The bubble was born and burst. White-haired people are sad both physically and mentally.
Then everyone has an ending ...
She was impatient when she met her at the station. Not in a hurry to see me, but that I was late. As in the photo, she was in her early twenties, slim and graceful, and her makeup was particularly beautiful that day, especially her eyebrows and a willow leaf. A bun on the backboard and an earring chain on the ear. It's beautiful. This is the first time I have met her, and we chatted "occasionally" on WeChat for a month. She was impatient when she took the luggage from her hand. Today is a strategy for her. I have known her for a year, and I am very helpless about her inner confusion. I'm not the man she can love. The first time I saw her eyes at the station, I already thought that the man she liked would be much better than me. Who doesn't love Pan An? I just sent her a message: "I will keep all our chat records, including the sentence of marrying you." Forever. "
When I first went to her house years ago, I thought she was too cold to me. When she left home to work, she wrote back to me, saying it was impossible. We were introduced. Of course, her parents also wrote back. I thought it was goodbye. But fortunately, she doesn't like deleting netizens. I continue to exist in her circle of friends. I blacklisted her once in the middle of the year, but I hated it and pulled her out of the blacklist. Our story begins. 200 kilometers away, Chengdu, Yanting. The Internet has become the link between us. I send her some messages more or less at night. Because of her quiet personality, she decided not to reply to me too much. I rushed to study the theory of picking up girls. Online. Look everywhere in the book. I did a lot of research. Many skills and methods are written on A4 paper. More important is the analysis of her character. I remember this sentence, which was circled: love to move, be careful. She is a girl who doesn't like chatting and talking. The circle of friends is also small, except girlfriends. My guess is that there may be few boys she can chat with. Personality is the same as many post-90 s girls. Have your own personality. In her words, she has a bad personality. I think it's nothing. Maverick, every girl should have a temper, otherwise I love her and tolerate her.
Her mother has poor legs and feet, so she has to rely on a wheelchair. Her father is old and has a good memory of me. Her mother is very clever, and her father is very practical, and even rarely talks. She suffered too much. When I was a child, I heard a story from my friend. Her mother can't bend down, and the food is drying on the ground and needs to be put in her pocket. She was young when she moved here, and the children next door asked her to play with her. In the end, she was the only one who did these jobs that should not be her age, and her eyes were full of tears. Hearing this story, the storyteller was unmoved, but I felt extremely sad and encouraged. I want to be nice to her and follow her thoughts. My job is not good, but I have a lot of time to send her messages. From the time when she ignored me, to the time when she answered my message, and then to the time when she slowly answered my words. My poor memory makes me confused about those chat records. I only remember one day, after work, I walked alone in the street and watched the dusk. I took a picture of dusk and asked her if she liked dusk. She said there was no time. The topic has opened. That night, I was always excited to send her messages. She listens more and answers less. Many are uh-huh, or oh. I stayed on the bridge in front of the door, pacing back and forth and chatting with her until late at night. This is the first time we have talked for so long. I used to send her messages, but she hardly answered them. Her failure to reply, and oh, uh-huh, have brought me a lot of topics, so far, there is no way to continue. Helpless, I can only change the subject and try to open her heart. But by this time, I don't know her well enough, only that she has a little personality. Know that she likes spicy food. I even asked her if she liked seafood. She hasn't answered me yet.
"Love" started on 10. On the afternoon of the 27th, she sent me a message: Tell me to be straight. I replied: Tell me what. She said: all. At this time, I hesitated. I know she wants to have a house, a security and an accurate home in the city. It used to be in Chengdu, but now the requirements have been lowered. Yanting, our small county, will do. I replied: What did you eat at night? She replied: rice. She was very angry. I finally got up the courage to say to her, will you be my girlfriend? It's too far now, flowers, romance, I will make up for it. She replied: very good. Then I added: marry me. Me: OK, marry you, for sure. We are in love. By this time, I realized that this love is only me, not her. I don't regret my clothes getting wider and wider. She is just a collision of age and a little touched, and I want to rely on it. It's hard for her to get emotional. The precipitation of years may be the cause of her character. I began to look at the house in a hurry and sent her photos for her to choose. I thought the beauty of the world had been given to me. Slowly, she didn't even reply to my message. I started asking questions. She didn't say a word for days. We talked for less than a month. I see. I sent it to her: I said, no matter what, you may not get it, as long as you are good, you can leave at any time. She finally replied to me: My parents don't agree. Since then, she has never said anything else to me.
She asked me if I was the person she thought I was, and her answer was: Yes. I am used to this feeling of incomplete love. My heart is numb, but I want to love. I want to love this woman in a few words. This woman needs tolerance. She was also the first woman to propose to me. How I want to say to her: can you love me once, a little?
Elegant Essay 3 Looking at those past times, they are like a country in memory, where our elegance blooms wantonly.
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Time has been like a flood, and it has been moving forward as always. My childish interests and ambitions in my youth have poured down with time. I know that time is flowing and entering the deepest space of our spiritual world-a country belonging to memory.
Early in the morning, at dawn, high-rise buildings in the distance are decorated with the brilliance of the sun. Perhaps there was an agreement between them to become the decoration of high-rise buildings, bathed in the most brilliant elegance between the earth.
Our grace has set out at this time, looking at the fairy-tale blue sky, birds play the movement of migration in the early morning. The noisy sound overflows the horizon and will eventually enter the ocean of nature. I know that the footsteps of winter have entered our field of vision, and those big birds are flying to a beautiful country. They are on the horizon, in the sky far away from us, looking hopefully for a place to spend the winter.
Once, the same scenery floated before my eyes. Once, I remember a long time ago. Many people look at the traces of birds through the classroom. Those photos come from that country in memory. Those childish faces, seeing the amazing expressions of countless birds flying by, let me completely enter the most beautiful scenery in that country. Those once feelings, once again permeated under this blue sky, seemed to have crossed the unprecedented wonder and felt the elegance.
I always think that all elegance comes from the natural background, and nature is like the most perfect witness. The same scenery circulates in the four seasons under its sculpture. In the dim light, we can see that all the memories are behind zero, deposited in the country of the soul, and set off a long-term oscillation under the touch of nature, once again reappearing gorgeous brilliance.
I know that in all our elegance, people and things once dominated our bloom. I know that only those who travel through time and space with us are the ones who really weave our elegance. However, at that moment, maybe it should be all the time. The scenery in nature has been watching us. It is like our most loyal companion when we show elegance, and the cycle of the four seasons is like the songs of people and things in the past.
Looking out of the window, looking at large tracts of fallen leaves and the surrounding dusk, it is like looking for a figure who once galloped on a dusty playground, as if seeing a sad face lamenting the passage of time and a serious appearance in class. Dusk is like a burning flame. We stood at the top of the flame and looked at those scorching years. They are the oldest breath in the dusk, the clearest picture in nature, and the scenery we created elegantly.
Looking at all the time, facing the vastness of the sky, I know our elegance and wantonness, which are deposited in that country and bloom infinitely with the flowing time.
There are too many touches in the lives of four people, and the touch of growth may bring us more enlightenment or insight. Sometimes it's not entirely because of family, but because of care, it is with us on the road of growth. After a long time, it may not be the truest feeling from the heart. I fell in love with a woman because of a book, and I was moved by her story. She is beautiful, she fell in love with this country, and all her beauty was moved by one, by the silence in the depths of her soul.
That is an out-of-touch woman, and many people have dedicated their lives and worshipped her all their lives. She is Lin. Xu Zhimo wrote "Farewell to Cambridge" for her, wandering on the bridge of the eternal foggy city. Liang Sicheng waited for her, fell in love at first sight, and Jin silently guarded her and never married. This picturesque woman was born in the misty south of the Yangtze River, with a scholarly family, a beautiful face and a muddy temperament. She is the goddess in many people's minds. We know more about her three touching feelings, and think that she is an affectionate woman, born to love, but her wisdom is more than emotion. She can treat every relationship and everyone rationally and always remain calm and elegant. She is still the spotless one, still so beautiful. Quiet as a virgin, deep blue. Everyone may be multifaceted. Maybe this is the ideal of our forest. She is indifferent, she is also a woman, and she will cry sadly. Read her story, feel her mood and be moved by her.
What I respect most is Lin's talent. It is said that gone with the wind is such a woman. Growing up in the era of war, I began to move from Hangzhou to Shanghai, then to Beijing, and finally went abroad and returned home with my father. When she was abroad, she traveled with her father, experienced foreign architectural art, broadened her horizons and was deeply conquered by that beauty, which laid the foundation for her later architectural career.
She likes a quiet life, a cup of coffee and a book is an afternoon. Read novels, poems and plays one by one. Lin's song "You are April Day on Earth" must have been heard by everyone. Because this poem fell in love with her, whenever she wrote it, it was fresh, elegant and beautiful. The phrase "Bai Lianhua is floating in your dream, it is hope, and you are April day on earth". Although I can't understand the poetry in this poem, I appreciate its beauty and gentleness. I can imagine what kind of woman it came from and touched my heart. Lin is like an elf, leaving behind all the most beautiful things in the world.
Her life is short, and beauty is unlucky since ancient times. In the last ten years, Liang Sicheng and I went hand in hand. She suffers from severe lung disease. She is well aware of her illness and grasps the rest of the world. She has her own unique vision and different views on design. Her achievements are more due to her innate spirituality. She was born for art. She was told that she could only live for another three to five years, but she persisted for ten years. I haven't wasted ten years in her hospital bed. She lives like a normal person. She is talkative and knowledgeable, and her understanding of art is impressive.
In her later years, she and her husband Liang Sicheng participated in the design of the Monument to the People's Heroes. They laid a foundation for the study of the history of ancient architecture in China. What's more, they founded the Department of Architectural Design in Tsinghua University.
I admire Lin for being able to live safely until the moment she died. She is like an intriguing cup of green tea and a quiet and elegant lotus flower. There are several women in the world who can be as quiet as she is, know how to control their emotions and be calm at all times. When I was a teenager, I walked into the legendary life of Lin and was moved by her story, which had some enlightenment and subtle influence on my growth. I love her, because I also love literature, wandering in the text, feeling the profound cultural heritage.
More than five years after Fenghua's essays, Lv Huaiyang's WeChat exposed the graduation questions given to him by his classmates. I wrote: "Finding a person is creating a person". Allow me to say: we found each other. This can only be attributed to friendship-it is more important than anything in the world. "I don't remember who said the words in single quotation marks. Maybe I made it myself. It suddenly occurred to me that I liked pretending at that time. Although the words are a little melodramatic, the heart is not melodramatic and honest. In fact, in retrospect, it is not only the friendship of Huaiyang, but also the friendship of China 78, the heyday of cultivating friendship.
This memory, like the flood that opened the floodgate, made me unable to control myself; Those years, like years of wine, fascinated me.
Write it down!
In order to avoid rambling, the following narrative will be installed in the space-time framework of a dormitory day.
All morning
In the morning, it seems that the cuckoo in the distance is calling to remind us to wake up. In fact, this is the voice of Lu Jianzu practicing Mandarin hard. He is really a wizard, obviously "drinking h- Wu W", and he can always spell "Wu". Drink-Wu, Wu; Drink-Wu, Wu-. So the other students in this big bedroom stood up from the hard, narrow and rickety bunk bed while singing the beginning of the Internationale.
However, some people got up earlier than Lu Jianzu. When we were still connected to the bed, Liu Qin had come back from running, and then he did his prescribed action: grab the doorframe of the dormitory and do pull-ups.
In the past 40 years, the university campus has experienced three periods: front wall, back wall and back wall.
Before the fence period, there was no fence. When we teased Zhejiang Normal University, cows came in and out, and it was Oxford University. In fact, our own school is the same. The campus is connected with rice fields and it is a veritable "Waseda" university.
On the day of registration, it was raining in Mao Mao. A friend of the physical education department of Hangda University helped me carry the canvas box and walked to Wen Er Road. I took out the admission notice and asked. I was told that the Chinese Department is in front of the branch and Wen Yi Road. At the end of Wen Yi Road, there is a sign of Silk Institute of Technology. A kind-hearted man pointed to a mulberry forest. Looking up, let alone the school, there is not even a family. The winding muddy mulberry path, we walked carefully, seems endless. I said gloomily, "Don't read this book." My friend's hair was wet by rain and fog, and he put it on his forehead. The box on his shoulder made him tilt his head. He struggled to open his eyes and said, "No one asked you to study. Take the exam yourself." I had to smile bitterly. Allow sadness!
Finally, in the mist, a building loomed. The first feeling, like Thornfield Manor in Jane Eyre, is a bit gloomy. However, there is an open field in the southwest, and there are some persimmon trees and small fish ponds in the field. I am in a good mood.
We found the big bedroom on the second floor.
This is my dormitory with the largest number of people. It is estimated that there are twenty people in it. Most of us have experienced wind and rain in the countryside, and some of us are even old drivers with children. Just a few children-our grade, the oldest is 33 years old, and the youngest is only 16 years old-they came out of the womb and haven't left home. It's really hard for them.
But the ancients said it well: "At the beginning, only the Tao stands in one, making heaven and earth become everything." Life is the nature of environment, and life can always adapt to the environment. Many of us started the life of a pet in the big bedroom.
Get up, wash and have breakfast, and then most people choose to wander in the fields for an hour.
On the field ridge in the wilderness, there are groups of students reading in the morning. That day, we were reciting the terms and concepts of the course "Literature and Art", looking up at the sky like theorists and meditating. Du Liangbo burst out of the small universe without warning and installed an X. He suddenly asked us in horror, "What is this?" We interrupted our meditation, turned around and saw him examining a clump of wheat seedlings, as if he had discovered a new continent. We were stunned first, then smiled at each other, and we didn't know who started it. "Hey, haha!" So even Du himself burst into a burst of crazy laughter: "Gnome male-"! Ha ha ha ha ha! "This cannot but be attributed to the education of the Cultural Revolution. Many scientists are often criticized for "confusing wheat seedlings with leeks", and Du probably thought about the master addiction of "not distinguishing hulled wheat".
There are also many people from other places who are interested in being alone, pretending to be reading, chanting and meditating. In fact, their minds are full of the idea of meeting each other after a brief encounter. In fact, the probability of meeting each other is almost zero. Now Chinese departments are all girls, and boys are as precious as Baoyu. At that time, the number of girls was only one third, and most of them were already occupied; The rest are plum blossoms, which are rare and cold. Only boys who are confident enough dare to linger like butterflies and bees. Of course, if the chance encounter fails, the students will not be entangled, because there is Mr. Lu Xun's great assertion: "Jiao Da doesn't love Sister Lin either."
There are also morning readers in the classroom, mostly ordinary students. Wang Minghua is the most eye-catching: tall and independent, pacing in front of the podium, with a crisp children's voice: AP-AP ... I still don't know what he is reading. His interest in English has continued. When he goes to the dining hall of Hangzhou University, he often meets him on the road and asks him why. Later I can answer for him: TOEFL. In the early 1990 s, he made a positive result and followed Zhou Jing's footsteps to the United States.
As the sun rose, the students in the field were swallowed up by Thornfield.
two days
It's time for class, but not everyone goes to class. Generally, professional classes in small classrooms are attended, and public classes in three classes in large classrooms are not necessarily absent. Therefore, the study schedule is flexible. At least as far as our class is concerned, this flexibility is largely attributed to our monitor Liu Qin, whose attendance list is full of ticks-attendance, because he knows that no one will waste time.
At that time, everyone's mind was simple, that is, study hard. Of course, everyone's strength is different, and the methods of class and study will be different. Those strong people, with full firepower, swept all courses; And people with limited strength like me can only concentrate their firepower and selectively attack important strongholds. Then you will miss class.
There are usually two ways to make up for missed courses.
One is reading and copying students' class notes. This is very economical. Compared with taking classes, it can save at least half the time. Reading pictures and copying blueprints, Wang Laiming and Wang Mei are the most famous, and they are regarded as the standard by everyone. Wang Mei has never seen it personally, but Wang Laiming often reads it. His notes are detailed and faithful, and the teacher will be marked when he sneezes, which is by no means an exaggeration.
The second is to review and summarize. One week before the exam, students who are proficient in Lei Feng's realm will generally organize several research groups to write out the review summary of public courses, copy or mimeograph them and provide them to students in need. I benefited a lot from it. Political Economy is the course I am most afraid of, but because I studied the Review Summary of Political Economy written by Wang Jie, I got excellent test results.
Specialized courses in small classrooms are usually needed. In addition to the content of the class, there is also a landscape, which is the appearance of the teacher. As a university, the history at that time was extremely short, so every now and then a new teacher would be transferred in. If you didn't finish singing one by one, he appeared again. Therefore, the teacher's level, demeanor, professional title, eloquence, handwriting and even some details will make students relish. For example, Mr. Luo's Wei and Jin demeanor, Mr. Wan's ecstasy, Mr. Zhong Ying's vivid expression, Mr. Zhang Xuecheng's conscientious devotion, Mr. Cao Weiwen's methodical manner, Mr. Ma Dayuan's guangling accent, Mr. Liu Zhenju's handsome handwriting, Mr. Jin's calm and free and easy, Mr. Wang Tiancheng's great book style, and Mr. Ma Chengsheng's southern accent .. The scenery is like mountains and rivers, or steep.
My classmates also gave the teacher a great challenge. We respect the word "being a teacher". If Mr Lu Yu stops ten meters away, he will stand with his hands hanging down. Pay attention. Don't dare to move until the teacher passes ten meters. However, this does not affect classroom communication or even confrontation. Many students are not only rich in coping, but also eloquent and amazing. At this time, some teachers gave guidance, some teachers persuaded, some teachers were superficial, some teachers were reluctant, and some teachers even panicked and lost their manners. In this way, our minds have arranged the teacher's seat.
Only in the physical education class, arranged in the third and fourth sections on Tuesday morning, Mr. Shi has absolute authority.
In the school cafeteria, there is always a boiled bone for lunch, and the price is eighty cents. Bone soup is original, and there is a lot of meat stuck to the bones. If you remove it, it will definitely not be less than a piece of braised pork, which is 15 cents. But you can't buy it when the normal class time is up. In return for absolute obedience and no rest between classes, Mr. Shi dismissed the class ten minutes early. When she announced the class was over, it was a weekly carnival, because it meant buying boiled bones.
After buying bones, students often buy some other dishes, even wine, and take them back to the dormitory to overeat. At this time, Shi Baoqi always holds a cup in his hands, with a satisfied smile like Maitreya on his face, but his eyes are looking at the distance outside the window. This well-informed classmate thinks that he must miss his newborn son. Wang Laiming is always absent. He was unmoved by how to invite him, so he was anxious. He said, "I'd love to, but I know it's hard for me to have the opportunity to invite you back in my life." Then he buried himself in sorting out his lecture notes. He has an old age and a young age, and the whole source of income for a family of six is his fourteen-fifty-cent scholarship. He wants to save it through his teeth, buy comic books for his daughter and underwear for his wife. Poor scholar! In fact, everyone sold some bones for a big meal, so why not? Only in this way can everyone know how to cherish, cherish youth and cherish learning opportunities. Real friendship often begins with poverty.
The practice between classes is also led by Teacher Shi. At that time, there was another school in this campus: Bank School. The so-called playground, the total area is only the size of two basketball courts, so it is really difficult for two schools to squeeze in, and there will inevitably be disputes. Most of the bank schools are girls, and the students are quite gentlemen, so the advantage lies in the bank schools. At this time of stalemate, Chen came. Several male students helped him climb onto the basketball stand. He raised the battery microphone, and a section of Engels' Dialectics of Nature turned into sound waves, like rain from the sky. So the dispute between the two schools disappeared, the playground was silent, and Chen Lue's hoarse voice of dialectics of nature was heard in the air.
This is the first democratic election of deputies to the National People's Congress in Xihu District in history.
At that time, there were only 1, more than 400 students and faculty, and there was only one place according to the ratio of11,000. Therefore, the relevant parties have carefully arranged for the dean to play opposite Chen.
The background of this election is a big discussion on the standard of truth. In those years of our university, there were no walls on campus, and the walls of ideas began to be demolished. Despite the historical resurgence of anti-liberalization and anti-spiritual pollution, once ideas break through the barriers, just like light, dark clouds can't cover up and rainbows come back; Just like water, "Quan Yuan gangsters who don't give up day and night are retreating in the Pacific Ocean", which promotes the evolution of history.
Chen Yueguang climbed to the top of the mountain and shouted, but he followed suit. As a result of the election, he won by an overwhelming majority, only poor dean, dancing there alone.
Three nights.
Evening is the prime time of the day.
Although the material conditions were quite simple at that time, each class had its own classroom. Everyone's desk is also exclusive, and everyone has a lock. As soon as it got dark, the students came in and took their seats at the desks.
There are some cold-resistant crickets buzzing outside, and the room is very quiet. You can clearly hear others turning pages and the ticking of your watch. However, this is the battlefield of decisive victory. How to achieve it, how to study and how to raise it depends on hundreds of nights of prime time.
Even in this battlefield, there will be amazing joy occasionally. Once, before dark, I went to the classroom and Lu Jianming was alone. His modern Chinese won the appreciation of the teacher, but the next thing has nothing to do with modern Chinese. Then came Xu Yi, two thirsty girls. Lu Jianming said, "I'll get you some water." Soon, he brought two glasses of water. The girls raised their glasses to thank them. Suddenly screaming at the same time: "God-great!" What's more, Liu Jianming treated Xu Yi and them with the preferential treatment of entertaining guests at home. I was beside myself ecstatic, thinking that it would be good to study tonight. As we all know, sugar was almost a luxury at that time, and the state only distributed four or two sugar tickets to everyone every month.
It is said that Yang Jianxiong is malnourished because of lack of sugar. His father is worried about his precious son and often sends some honey, so Yang Jianxiong always goes back to the dormitory during recess and drinks one or two spoonfuls of honey to nourish him.
At that time, our appetite was hard to satisfy, and what was more difficult to satisfy was our desire for books.
In schools and Hangzhou at that time, books were far from satisfying students' greed for reading. In order to buy books, we know all about bookstores in Hang Cheng. I clearly remember that Lv Huaiyang and I once rode halfway to Hangzhou and bought a book "The Whole Tang Poetry" with a broken upper left corner in a small shop selling milk tea in Chen Gong Bridge. I still clearly remember that Wang Xiaoding smiled like a flower, holding a big stack of purple tongzhi swords. I still clearly remember how to persuade Tu Dongdong to give me the tickets for The Complete Works of Shakespeare that he drew by lot.
At half past nine, first the ordinary students, and then the other students left the classroom one after another.
I was addicted to the writer's dream and looked forward to the day when the novel was published and famous all over the world. If there is no special course the next morning, you will meditate until late at night, or even all night. That night, I suddenly found that there was no cigarette. I ran back to the dormitory and woke Shen up. He said there were three more. I begged him to give me one, and he gave me two.
After the manuscript is written, it is often sent to Liu Qin's brother-in-law Li Guoyong first. His reply is even longer than my manuscript. In addition to encouragement, there are short and long, big and small, and careful analysis. It is said that several of Cao Yu's famous plays were written by repeatedly reading Shakespeare, but no matter how I read them, I couldn't write a word. Li is the first and forever only reader of my novel.
On weekend nights, everyone should relax except those who study very hard. However, the entertainment life at that time was pitifully poor, and going to the open-air cinema on Wener Road to see a movie was a luxury enjoyment. A group of us walked there with bamboo benches several inches high. Besides watching movies, I have other hopes, because there are many students in secondary schools in cinemas, such as supply and marketing schools, materials schools, chemical schools and coal schools, and most of those schools are girls.
The probability of meeting is almost equal to zero, but it is not equal to zero, and there are also successes. History is a shining example. Shi is notoriously handsome. A photo of him was put in the window of Jiefang Photo Studio, as big as a leader. Whether reading in the morning or eating in the canteen, he always has an English book from Xu Guozhang in his back pocket, and he never forgets to go to the open-air cinema to watch movies. At that time, five or six of us went to the cinema, and the topic was the upcoming movie. Shi suddenly brought up another topic, saying, "Teacher Wan analyzed the image of Ace Miranda for us today ..." So we knew that there must be a large group of girls sitting behind. So we had entertainment other than watching movies: on the way back to school, we entertained Shi very happily.
Have a good sleep on weekend nights.