Time flies like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, it will be the third year of high school. Presumably most people have this feeling: from birth to the present, it is like a dream, saying that it is not short, but it is not long.

For me, I have experienced too many pains that children from well-off families do not have. This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

So much so that I don't have much interest in many new things, in other words, maybe I'm numb. However, in the dark aspect, I am more sensitive than the average person, just as a newborn baby is sensitive to this strange world. Introverts, probably most of them.

When they hear ridicule or are hurt by their hearts, they are silent on the surface, but in fact they have made waves in their hearts, just like if you throw a rock into a quagmire, although the wounds of the quagmire will heal slowly, but the rock will never come out again.

Let me think about it, since I was a child, I almost didn't feel happy and happy from the bottom of my heart, and many times when I seemed to smile, I just smiled on my face and didn't smile. This is true even in high school. High school is a transitional period when my mind is gradually maturing, and I feel the coldness between people more deeply.

In a normal physical education class, generally speaking, if it is a free activity, I just stand silently and watch others play badminton or table tennis, which is the case in junior high school and high school.

It's just that the scene has changed, and the people have changed, there are fewer people who bully themselves, and more people who are indifferent and ignorant. Sometimes, in my eyes, they're just a bunch of talking and walking animals, that's all.

Standing tired, I *** field, leaning on the iron railing next to the runway, looking at the empty lawn, a strange and sophistic picture poured out of my mind. Some are crying, some are laughing, some are scolding, some are howling.

If someone asks me what I'm looking at, I won't answer, I choose to be silent. Or maybe I'm used to silence.

I'm certainly not looking at people, I'm looking at loneliness. Taste the taste of quiet and a slight stinging in my heart. Even if the sun shines on me, what is reflected is only the static back of me alone, and others are active.

It's as if you have traveled to the past, you can only look at them and observe everything that is happening around you, and you can't do anything yourself, you can't shout, you can't speak, even if you stand in a prominent place, no one will pay attention to you, because your existence is zero.

After all, the cold in the heart cannot be dispelled by the sun, but it can also alleviate this cold.

There were a few more people on the empty lawn, and it turned out that they were playing football. Actually, I don't understand what makes such a dangerous sport so fun. Is there any point in kicking a wrecking ball around other than exerting physical strength and wasting time? If it is for sports, then it is not as safe and effective as jogging.

Speaking of accidents, I clearly saw a boy kick the football out hard, saying that he could kick it or not, in short, the football that flew out happened to be impartial, and shot the crotch of a boy in orange clothes not far from the left.

He immediately bent into a shrimp and screamed in pain. He even lay down on the grass.

Several men gathered around, first looking at each other, then laughing "haha" for a while, and then someone suggested whether to carry them to the infirmary.

However, the boys who said these things were just casual and none of them actually put them into action, and soon they were back in football. During the whole process, no one cared about asking him "does it matter" or "does it hurt", and no one helped him to take him to the infirmary.

Luckily, maybe his injuries weren't as bad as I thought, and after about six or seven minutes, he was alive and kicking back into the group.

The classmates are still so indifferent to each other, let alone the living?

It turned out that the people he usually called brothers and sisters were just a bunch of fox friends and dogs, and what was even more tragic was that the victim didn't know it, and he couldn't extricate himself from it as if he had been assimilated.

Is it football that has blinded their conscience? Do they have to wait until something really happens to the victim that they will repent? Transmit positive energy, where is the so-called positive energy?

Yes, there is positive energy in earthquakes, positive energy in typhoons, positive energy in floods, and positive energy in fundraising.

It is not until the leaders call for it, until the shocking images are projected out, and until the earth-shattering shouts explode from the depths of people's hearts that the positive energy will erupt like a backlog of volcanoes.

I can't see it, and even if I do, it's very rare, and it's often overwhelmed by a few indifferent glances or movements.

I once jokingly said to a classmate who was half a friend, "I've been constipated again." “

As a result, he didn't want to think about it, so he replied: It's disgusting, it's my dick.

Yes, it's none of your business, but you can't even say a basic word of concern, a simple question?

It's good that primary school has ideology and morality, but it seems that teachers don't pay much attention to this subject, and they usually just talk about it. And as soon as I arrived in junior high school, this class simply became nothing, and what I learned and listened to was completely annihilated in the words and deeds of the students.

I think it's necessary for every school to add a "warmth class". Under the law, the seemingly peaceful society is still surging, because the law is dead, and everyone can only rigidly obey it, without any emotion to speak of.

Warmth, on the other hand, is a kind of self-restraint that allows them to realize that it is wrong to do so. Warmth is not just like thinking and morality, just looking at a book and passing the taste, it may be a story, a song, a video, or a picture.

By stating it through the teacher's vivid and emotional language, students can feel warmth and love, or boiling justice from the depths of their hearts.

Wake up the warmth of the students every day, and fights may not happen again, and tolerance and understanding will be seen everywhere.

It's like the Mo family's non-aggression and love. It would be great if every student could treat others as friends for many years, and if they met unfamiliar people, they could be as harmonious as girlfriends between girls!

Further, there may be fewer criminals in society, especially in the adolescent age group, and more people with a sense of justice.

When one day you see a beggar, your first thought is not to avoid turning a blind eye, but to immediately take out your pocket and give alms, such a society is a truly loving and warm society.

At that time, the law will become a fictitious law, because there is an invisible law in everyone's heart, and that is warmth.

Nowadays, schools only pay attention to students' learning and grooming, and manage discipline, thinking that morality does not need to cultivate itself and will slowly form.

Then I can say very clearly that if this continues, the warmth in the hearts of students will only be hidden deeper and deeper, and it may remain the same, or it may become negative, but it will never grow. Wait until the day when people do not have disasters, collect donations, and truly reach harmony, that is, when warmth dies.

Finally, some people may say that the students' curriculum is already very tight, where is the time to squeeze in a "warm class?"

The warmth class is different from other courses, the focus is on the word warmth, it can be a minute, but it can be a short story before the lunch break, or it can be an interaction after class. This is necessary, especially for rebellious students.

To be honest, the news or music appreciation I heard at high school at noon was far less meaningful than telling a heartwarming story of positive energy. News or music, students just listen to it, at most sigh a little and it's over, what use is there besides entertainment?

And warmth, at least can make students' hearts a little more warm, so that the communication between people is a little less estranged and unfamiliar, and there is a cold feeling that follows you like a shadow.

October 29, 2015 diary