It's summer again, and we've all been in the second grade of primary school. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the grade progresses, so does the floor of the class. At that time, the school buildings were all small four-story bungalows, and the first floor was exclusive to the first grade; The second floor includes two grades, the second and third grades; The third floor is for grades 4 and 5; The fourth floor is reserved for the sixth grade.

Everyone has the luxury of being condescending and climbing step by step, and even me is no exception.

Unfortunately, I have always seen people at the top go to the lower floors, but I have never seen people from the lower levels go to the top.

For example, the second grade of primary school was also a turning point for me to open my eyes to the world. At that time, school violence was very bad, which is why human beings always like to act backwards from high to low, and it is impossible to walk normally from low to high.

I often see groups of senior students beating up a junior student, and the cause of the incident is always an argument with his peers.

They are useful with their fists, stools, and even bricks and knives......

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I saw a lot of "bloody scenes of fear" that many people saw but pretended not to know, ignored and even allowed to develop.

When I think about it, the scenes of the fight, the helpless people who are dying and struggling, the dying gasps, the pools of blood that collapse on the concrete floor, at the same time make me shudder, and there is always a big question mark in my heart.

Why on earth is no one willing to do justice for this?

However, when the darkness shone into reality, it dawned on me that we had been missing a "hero of the times".

This is not the world of Superman, Batman, it has its own name, called "reality"!

I am a man of temperament, and I am easily angry and moved to tears by the injustices of this world.

I often imagine that when I have immense power, I will correct this twisted world.

But the heart-wrenching thing is that the human heart is like this. Those who often fight in groups have long since lost their sight; Those lonely people who are often beaten by the group are destined to fear for a lifetime.

"Shenko, I don't know if you also experienced this as a child, but these dispensable fragments are a memory that will never be erased."

Shenko looked at me sympathetically, shook his head in frustration, and then asked urgently, "Brother, have you been bullied?" ”

I hurriedly grimaced at him and smiled, "Being bullied? That's weird! ”

When Shenko heard this, he let out a long sigh and said calmly, "That's good, otherwise I'll have to settle accounts with that person!" ”

"Really? Don't do that, or what's the difference between you and those seniors who fight in groups? ”

This sentence really put Shenko in a dilemma. He looked at me in embarrassment and asked me with a serious expression, "Brother, tell me the truth!" Have you ever been bullied?! Who bullied you again?! ”

At this moment, Shenko's expression suddenly became solemn, and it seemed that this time he was going to play for real. So, I replied solemnly, "Not really!" If someone really bullied me, Daigo would have been a hero of that generation long ago! ”

I thought that this sentence would calm Shenko a little, but I didn't expect that when he heard it, his face was painful and his heart was very unhappy. I know why, because he ate Daigo's vinegar!

I laughed and patted Shenko on the shoulder and said to him, "Big belly! To have a big belly! ”

Shenko pouted helplessly, acquiescing to the continuation of the story.

In the same year, at the instigation of the head teacher, Daigo joined the school's flag team and served as the captain of the whole team.

Every Monday, when the national flag is raised, I stand under the stage and can always admire his heroic posture.

Dressed in a white suit, holding the national flag with both hands, with a serious expression, he walked straight to the flagpole with a sonorous and powerful step.

Actually, white really suits him, and he personally likes this color.

In the early morning, we sang the national anthem, Dawu slowly pulled the rope to the rhythm, and the five-star red flag rose under the attention of everyone.

A moment of memory, like the golden years.

Although the blue sky has long been dyed bright red, the great love in his heart will become an eternal monument!

I have to say that this is a good start, and the signs of everything are shining with hope;

I also had to clarify to Shenko that I was a very self-contained person and had never fought once in my life.