My name is Li Siguo, Mu Zi Li, Tian Si Si, the fault of the fault, or the past mistake, a decadent young man who is different from most of his peers who are positive and hard-working, many people say that people are poor and short-minded, I think this word is very suitable to describe me, after all, as a person who has no ideals, no ~ a person who doesn't even have a dream, what else can he say. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If I had to define my dream, it might never come true, I just want to live a plain life and ask how many people can do it, so I am out of the orbit of this society, but I have something I want to say.

An eternal theme of love, my story is not to sing or cry, but this is just for my ordinary life, the simple pure love of my youth; The true feelings of the bumps; The bumpy journey, the little deeds.

I don't know how long I've not dreamed, but when I wake up, it hurts to think of those unforgettable memories, I believe there are many people like me, whenever I think of those lost loves, I always regret it, but I regret not that I didn't stay, but I regret the promise that I couldn't fulfill.

Exhausted and tired, restless sleep

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Let's turn the clock back to where it all began, most people are deeply obsessed with the high school years that I never forget, because that was the first time I realized what love is, and this is also the first place I need to think about, a high school in my hometown county.

Shangwu No. 2 Middle School, a name that sounds very martial arts, but this is the best high school in my hometown, it can be said that except for the top students who go to study abroad, most of the students with good grades have spent three years here, and I was lucky to go to this high school, which should not belong to me.

Why did I come to this high school by luck, because I was the last of the admitted students of Shangwu No. 2 Middle School, so to speak, as long as I scored one less point in the high school entrance examination, this high school would say goodbye to me, and then it would throw me to the No. 1 middle school in the suburbs, where I spent my three years of high school life.

Seeing that someone here is about to ask, why is the county called No. 2 Middle School, but the suburbs are called No. 1 Middle School, I don't have to end you will slowly understand, now I want to talk about the first day I stepped into this campus, the first time I came to the gate of Shangwu No. 2 Middle School, the inexhaustible layer of ash in the depths of my memory, began to set off a tornado in my mind.

The grand gate was my first impression, a few guards who were better than the regular soldiers, standing in the middle of the automatic doors that had been filled with a touch of color and retractable on both sides, was a statue that had been around for some years, a statue in honor of the first headmaster, Shawde.

In fact, this statue is no different from ordinary statues, but it brings different meanings to the students of this school, such as the bonsai pine behind the statue, the dense red rope on the branches, and the letters on the base of the statue.

I also learned the meaning of these things later, but after I knew, I paid more attention to it, and it was a little too early to mention it later, but I just hope that when I talk about it, you will still be with me in front of the screen, at least don't forget that the storyteller hasn't slept yet.

When I was stunned here for the first time, I was laughed at by many seniors, just like when I saw the next class of students in the future, I really want to remember the first sound of Shangwu No. 2 Middle School, and my own bell also rang at this time, just like the sound of the summer cicada that is now chirping.

My class is not very good, "Class 2", a classroom located on the corner side of the top floor, that is, the classroom that has accompanied me for a year and a half, there are too many stories and memories in this classroom, and at the same time, it is rich in meaning to me, even the tears I left here are too much.

The classmates in the class on the first day of class, I also knew each other about the same during military training, my tablemate was a skinny game fan who loved to talk, but he would soon no longer be at the same table as me, all my memories of him were a little vague, but I remembered that his name was Liu Xing, like a meteor.

If you want to say that the first class of school, it is usually to introduce each other, it seems that I have never experienced other ways, but there are few classmates I don't know, at that time, it seems that only people who did not come to military training briefly introduced, including a brother who I still have contact with.

Fan Binbin, a name that made the classmates laugh at that time, mainly because the deterrent power of this name is a little too great, and even now it is often mentioned by me in front of people, and the next few classmates, the memory is not so clear, and the interaction with me is also very rare.

Class time is always boring, and I treat them both good and bad, it can be said that other courses except for Chinese classes are good for me, but it is Chinese that gives me a headache beyond words, because from primary school to my last Chinese teacher, there has never been a Chinese teacher who is not old-fashioned.

Take this one as an example, in the first class on the first day of school, she unconsciously committed public anger, not to mention that the bell has not yet rang she started the class, and the first class is a 1,000-word self-introduction, I want to ask who can write a 1,000-word self-introduction except for narcissists.

Regardless of whether you can write it or not, anyway, none of the classmates in the class at that time, including me, were able to write within the specified time, and most of them handed in the first blank paper in their lives, but I was not included in the white paper, and I remember that I still seemed to write a little.

At that time, I was still a relatively simple silly boy, and I wrote down my self-introduction in a regular manner, although the number of words was only a few lines, just when the bell rang for the end of class, I thought that the torture would be over, who would have thought that the next class would be hers, and she also had a good word, and trained us for a whole class.

It's really a Chinese teacher, this vocabulary is so much that it is a sea of mountains and seas, and I have never heard of words that I have never heard, such as a series of cannonballs shot out of her mouth, anyway, I was blindfolded in my seat at the time, or Tang Seng is the most powerful character in Journey to the West.

The first day in my memory, only this thing is a little interesting, and everything else is very plain and in line with my current state of mind, but at that time I felt very bored, this is probably the change in the mental journey, and growing up always brings people different ideas.

Just when I thought that this was the case in the future, before the time had gone far, there was a joke in the class, this joke may not be funny at all, but it made me and my classmates laugh non-stop, the key is that this joke is related to the Chinese teacher who made everyone angry.