Time, is an ageless horse running forward, squinting kung fu, it is already the beginning of December.

What season is it? late autumn, early winter? I don't know.

In short, I think it should be a desolate and bleak time.

The wind in the bay is very strong, and the students usually wear thick warm clothes, and occasionally beautiful girls can be seen wearing colorful scarves to weave through the sparse crowd.

When the wind blew, they all shrunk up, tensed their nerves, and although their clothes were not thin, they still looked nervous, like bears that refused to survive the winter.

For several days, the weather was gloomy, and my mood seemed to be covered. It's just that this layer is difficult to float away like floating clouds, and if you remove it with a sharp object, there will be a stinging pain through the intestines.

This pain made even my body, which I had previously judged to be "almost dead," tremble and feel creepy.

O wildflowers blooming on the roadside, tell me, why is there an invisible harm between people?

One side communicates, one side disappears, one side asks, one side ignores, one side backlights, and one side is yang.

In the countless bright and playful smiles, there is a dark condensation.

The sun hits the body, the warmth is only the skin, the cold moon is in the eyelids, and the cold is the soul.

Probably, there is no scene more lonely than wandering around forever with your head bowed and muttering to yourself while backpacking alone in the long night.

Probably, there is no voice that is more moving than hearing the greeting and looking back at the storm when you are alone in the middle of a noisy crowd.

I don't know if this is a stage that everyone must go through, the backlight period, perhaps rarely, or even at all, in the dictionary of the cheerful.

Draped the sun's rays diagonally behind his shoulders, covered his face, and walked briskly in silence to the uninhabited alley. This is the fate of the backlighter.

The withered yellow leaves float on the murky surface of the lake, and the afterglow is sprinkled freely, losing greenery, but not taking away a little Venus.

However, the afterglow was fleeting, and the light shone on the gentle surface of the lake, cruelly broken into two sections, one with the shadow and the other with the sun.

The lake sparkled, and it finally tore its face apart in the leisurely chirping of the white goose, rippling, twisting, and grinning with palpitations.

"Idiot!"

"Who are you scolding, this classmate?

"Idiot, I'm scolding you. ”

"Can you tell me why?"

"He did this, gave his life, it was just the instinct of being a husband, at that moment of life and death, he was just thinking about saving his wife, the brilliance of human nature will naturally be recognized by heaven and earth, and you, but you take this instinct as a synonym for heroes to praise and promote, yes, he is a hero, but it is only a hero who belongs to his wife, what is the difference between you and a fool when you do this?"

"He's dead, and no matter how much you praise him, he won't survive, so why do you praise him? Is it to show off his greatness? Or is it for propaganda? Let people imitate and learn from him? Or is it to set off an inexplicable frenzy for everyone to revere him? Reverence arises from the heart of man on his own, and it only needs to be described in an ordinary way, not that you praise him so pompously that people passively give birth to reverence! You are tarnishing the character of the hero! Does he need you to praise him like this? You are also insulting my intelligence and personality! Your praise in this way will only make me disgusted, heroes are never praised by others, but sacrificed something or even their lives in exchange, those who are not known and praised and remembered because of the sacrifice of the country, are not heroes?"

The professor opened his mouth, letting him be knowledgeable, and at this point, he found that he could not refute a word.

He wanted to say that of course they were heroes too, but that didn't mean that he was wrong to praise him?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"I'm an educator, and even if it seems to you to be and rotten like garbage, you don't want to hear it, I have to do it. ”

"Education, so what's the point of your education?"

The professor's eyes were filled with contempt.

"In a word, isn't it to let students gain knowledge, cultivate good moral qualities, build civilization, and make the country strong when the youth is strong?"

......

Why was the backlighter born?

Why is there harm?

Why?

A mountain appeared in the distance, and many shadows that could not feel the warm backlight craned their necks and stared at it, staring at it.

Originally......

I am sad to see that the top of that mountain is firmly engraved with two words in Chinese characters: education.

Diary of December 1, 2016