From December 5, 1982 to February 16, 87, I commented on today's diary: It seems that I have not grown much except for seeking some insight and suffering from the disease of the world, nor is it a disguised indication - I have reached the stage of spring moth design more than four years later, and I am still convinced of me in 82.

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The thunder in the sky sounds, and the dream walks step by step

Zhou Wenjun and I went from shallow to profound, starting from couplets and starting by chance. There are dozens of things that he can remember and come up with in his mind, and I have all come up with them, and we don't say anything if I am not satisfied. He and his brother-in-law Tian Shugui were inclined to liberal arts, and they often communicated with me, and his book "Hug Puzi" had a great influence on my future creation.

He is the son of the township chief, who was relegated to our class after failing the high school entrance examination, and who is in the same class as his younger brother. His eldest brother Zhou Wenxin teaches in our school, not in our class, teachers and students are different, and he is not familiar with him. His younger brother, Zhou Yong, is a year younger than me, and he is a different age, and he has always been silent and rarely talks to us.

The three brothers are the children of cadres, but they are more easy to interact with people than civilians, and they are not arrogant at all.

Yesterday at noon, several of our classmates were invited by Zhou Wenjun to his brother's dormitory for lunch, eating their own steamed rice, and being able to enter the teacher's dormitory to sit and eat, which is also a great honor for students like us.

Teacher Zhou Wenjin suddenly pushed the door in, and we hurriedly asked him to sit down.

He asked Jiang Peixin a few chemistry questions, then picked up the "Chinese Youth" on the table and flipped through it, and I saw his four fingers holding a roll of white paper full of handwriting, according to my intuition, it should be an exam paper.

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We quickly ate and washed the dishes, and Zhou Yong followed behind, without snorting. Jiang Peixin is an activist, he smiled and said: "Zhou Yong, Mr. Zhou lost the pen for you, is it here to compensate you?" Zhou Yong didn't say anything, it turned out that during the chemistry class in the morning, Mr. Zhou (not his eldest brother) was commenting on the last exam questions, but Zhou Yong was doing math homework.

Of course, it was the first time we saw Teacher Zhou angry like this, and when class ended, Zhou Yong went out to pick it up, but only found the notebook.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Peixin and Yuan Jun, two new basketball fans, handed me the dishes and chopsticks and ran to the playground. Brother Zhou Wenjun and I looked at the newspaper, which was only owned by the teacher, so we went back to his brother's dormitory together.

As soon as we entered the door, Mr. Zhou (this is his brother Zhou Wenxin) hurriedly stood up and said to Zhou Wenjun and Zhou Yong, "You two come to do this problem and see who finishes it first." ”

I put down the bowl and was able to put my own dishes and chopsticks in the teacher's bedroom, which was a greater honor. I also stretched out my head to look, the rolling paper turned a few pages, there were many various mimeographed words on it, and I was waiting to look at it carefully, Teacher Zhou said: "Yueping, go over quickly, wait for the two of them to do it." ”

This time, I understand better that no matter how good the relationship with Zhou Wenjun is, his treatment is still very different.

I had to quit, and I didn't read it as a newspaper. When I was outside the door, I heard Mr. Zhou say: "Zhou Wenjun, you have to grind hard......"

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I remembered that a few days ago, when I was studying by myself, Mr. Zhou (not his eldest brother) paced in front of Zhou Wenjun and said: "How did Zhou Wenjun do it, you just take a look at the old knot, and the rereading is still at this level, no!" This teacher rarely trains people, and when I hear this, I feel very solemn, very deep, and very heavy.

In the afternoon, the physics and chemistry test books were handed out, and I only scored 97 and 90 points, and I was not careful! Every time I took a science exam, I would lose a lot of marks because I was not careful.

"Grind hard......" I thought. Teacher Zhou said it to Zhou Caijun, but I can't take it as if I didn't hear it.

Zhou Wenjun still failed in chemistry, but he liked that he scored 84 points in physics, which was very good.

At the end of school, Zhou Wenjun brought back the roll of paper from Mr. Zhou (this is his brother Zhou Wenxin), and I wanted to take a look, it turned out to be "The Teaching and Learning of Chemistry Chapter 3".

There are also a few exam papers. Thanks to the teachers!

I let out a long sigh, but fortunately, it wasn't the next exam question, not what I suspected. That's it, as a teacher, how could he miss a question to his own brother, so that they can't get the real level, isn't that harming them?

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I relaxed a lot, and I talked and laughed with them on the way out of school, and I was also distracted by something else.

Somehow, this unreal movie shot appeared:

(That's the impulse to create, and it's not the short kind, it's a hazy wish, it's to use a veteran to bring greater changes to his hometown)

He looked forward, smiled, tightened his military harness, and strode toward the hill. A little smoke rose from behind him.

The small tree on the side of the road was exactly one man tall, and he ran up the hill to the top of the slope.

I used to touch the telescope from the left side, but this time it was an empty kettle. He smiled happily, put his hand on the pergola, and looked ahead: "Hey, Jade Emperor Mountain! Suoxi River! Ha, hometown! I'm back--come-la-"

His hometown is so beautiful, (a detailed description...... ）

The mountain village (1982.12.5) is far away from the palace in the city, and a little wind blows in spring. Explain the door of the jack pendant, cheesy can not be passed. The warriors turned back, and the village should be Hongdong. Heartfelt to the countryside, the moat is low and the grain is abundant. sighed at the mountains and moons, and the countryside was poor. Talking about Lang Lang, his head was empty. Work yourself and get rich. But in what years, the city and the countryside roared!