For famous books, what attracts me is not all the words in the book, but also the overwhelming praise outside the book. Maybe it's because of the rebellious mentality, but in response to those praises, I can easily find many flaws in other people's words. At that time, I didn't understand that this clear flaw had become jade.

Before the rise of the mobile phone party and the bowing family, I had a small habit - I always carried a pencil head and a few scraps of paper in my pocket, and whenever I encountered a whim and felt something, I would write it down casually, and then copy it into the essay.

Some times have been separated for a long time, and when I transcribe it again, I will feel that what I once wrote down casually is a good thing that is not from my clumsy hand. When I read the famous books again, I will swell and think that the so-called everyone is just a good person, but it is just the right time to show their talents!

Later, I realized that the so-called good times were created by talents. More precisely, they are cause and effect of each other.

Now I have become humble, and I have begun to read famous books with a preconceived mindset of praise, but I still can't stop that prickly nerve, and he still comes out from time to time to breathe. Sometimes I sympathize with him holding back like this. It is one thing to understand, and it is another thing to be able to do it.

I once thought that I could write a novel with the concise and far-reaching penmanship of poetry, but I also tried, but it was not successful.

It seems that the novel is really painted with oil paint on the canvas without leaving gaps, and it is not something that can be controlled by the blank artistic conception of Chinese painting.

But I was always unwilling, and I always used the penmanship that the world abandoned to comfort myself where I thought it was okay. It's really hard to forget that self-righteous original intention, people, who can completely abandon the value orientation expressed by the initial flash of the heart?

I love the quote "I had that bowl of chicken soup for myself, but you reminded me to drink it." "No one can teach you anything, they can only guide you to be yourself.

As soon as the head teacher stepped out of the classroom, the truth about his change of classes with Yan Shi was immediately corrected: he was detained at the train station.

Although it was reasonable to think about it, I was really shocked before I "wanted to come". I heard that the principal rode a scooter to the police station to pick him up.

There is also this incident that made my brain teaser a little, it turned out that the person who could compete with Cao Cao in speed was called "rumor".

Once again, when we met in political class, Yan Shi's face and behavior did not show even a trace of abnormality. Maybe it was like choking on his throat with water, and he just coughed a few times at most.

"I don't think it's a bad thing to legalize HD."

It is rare to see Zhu Miao speak so seriously, and I think so in my heart. But if this is the case, I don't know if Yan Shi and his ilk will still send the warmth of their hands to the hands of the opposite sex who are about to become adults who do not need it, maybe this is the "gift of adulthood" that he has ulterior motives!

"We are not sociologists who have discussed this sociological category somewhere!" I said with a wry smile.

After another lesson, and after another, and another political lesson, the rumors about the strictness ended in the wise.

"Smack!"

A piece of chalk fell unmistakably onto the pig's head. What a familiar scene, before I got a permit to sleep in language classes, I was also the hardest hit by this kind of air raid above my head.

As soon as Zhu Miao stood up very understandingly, he was ordered to sit down. Today's strictness is indeed a bit abnormal, as soon as he starts class, he looks like he has a tense face, we really haven't seen much, and what is even more unique is that he didn't bring books and prepare for class, and came to class empty-handed. Maybe he finally understands that it is better to believe in books than to have no books!

Unlike a history teacher who doesn't turn over books and lecture on textbooks, and unlike a language teacher who opens a book and doesn't lecture on textbooks, Yan Shi today neither turns books nor lectures on textbooks, but tells a story about the legal system, which is roughly as follows-

At the beginning of the year, a sleeper long-distance bus from a certain place in Guizhou to a certain place in Guangzhou was robbed by two hooligans (one is 18-year-old Wei and the other is 15-year-old Tao) with a face-scraper, and most of them are more than 50 people from the same town.

After that, the two stayed in the car for a few hours, during which Wei used the razor in his hand to QQJ the four women in the car, and some of them more than once. After Qian Xin** was greatly satisfied, Wei asked the driver for his contact information, and then reluctantly got out of the car and left.

After the two got out of the car, the driver Jiang thought about it again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to call the police, and a few days later, Wei and Tao tied their hands in their respective homes and confessed to the crime.

At that time, when Yan Shi was speaking in class, basically no one below believed me, including me. In Zhu Miao's words, "Those two grandsons have to carry the *** by themselves, and they also have a face razor, why doesn't he take a toothpick."

What's more, there were more than 50 people in the car at that time, and one person could blow two people out of breath. "It wasn't until I accidentally saw the whole story of this case from a rebroadcast of a legal program just now that I knew that what Yan Shi said was true.

If I hadn't heard him talk about it beforehand, I don't think I would have read it on purpose. I've always wondered why Yan Shi told such a story, but now I think that I should be angry after I suddenly learned about it, and I don't vomit or be unhappy (so that a pervert can't stand it, what a beastly thing this must be!).

Just like me who confirmed the truth, I can't wait to find someone to talk to at this moment, whether he wants to listen or not. In addition to mourning its misfortune, it is more angry with it.

I turned off the TV only to hear a chatter coming in from outside. So he hurriedly went out of the house, only to see a bunch of people crowded in the alley outside, and Qi Wu, who was standing in the middle, was pointing to the distance and shouting foul language.

Qi Wu, everyone calls him Qi Laoer, originally in the words of his parents, he was the most cowardly person in the Qi family. The Qi family is a big family in our village that "there are many people and great prestige, and if you don't accept it, you will be beaten" and bought out the post of village party secretary.

I secretly muttered in my heart: It's really three days, you should be impressed. Unexpectedly, Qi Wu was also educated to become a talent. It seems that if you want to overthrow the ancestor's sentence "If there is a father, there must be a son", there is still a long way to go!

At this time, the end of the alley in the distance. The door of a house opened, and I don't know if it was thank heaven or thank you (they were twins) and ran towards it angrily. He ran until he was the scolder, and after a moment's pause, he turned and ran back into the house, closed the door and never came out again.

Seeing him running straight to him, Qi Wu was stunned for a moment, and immediately twisted his face and shouted "Ouch", then put his right hand on his right thigh.