He even went to listen to our campaign? Why did he go to our class again?

I fell asleep in confusion.

The next day was the first Saturday after entering the university.

Early that morning, the dormitory sisters were excited to go to Luoyang Guanlin Wholesale Market to shop for goods, it is said that it is a very large small commodity market, with a dazzling array of goods, pedestrians side by side, and Yiwu in Jinhua, Zhejiang.

I month. After that, I felt that I was still unwell, so I stayed in the dormitory alone.

Lying in the dormitory, I couldn't close my eyes, thinking that Senior Hua Zheng said yesterday that the comprehensive library of Los Angeles University on the West Campus can apply for a library card today.

Reading is one of my favorite things.

Reading the characters and stories in the book can make me forget about the embarrassment and tragedy of real life for a while.

Even the sound and touch of opening a book makes me tremble.

Although I am a science student, my love is literature.

There are always tragic characters in the book that resonate with me, and I often can't help but cry, chill or rejoice in them.

In the book, you can try to live the life of various people.

When I taste the suffering of all living beings, I will no longer feel that I am the only one like a lonely stray dog, thrown on the thorny road of time by the master of fate.

I don't even feel unjust anymore when I know that there are others who endure pain, poverty, or sickness as I do, that they share the torment of being held on all sides, and that there are those who wrestle with fate like warriors.

I also slowly feel that my heart is full of strength to live.

Books have been able to save people since ancient times.

And in the case of the authors who save souls, I have privately ranked their medical skills from weak to strong: history, literature, philosophy, applied psychology, and medicine, and the top of this ranking are the "political scientists" who have the highest medical skills.

Of course, this is not official and authoritative at all, and the basis for my evaluation is that maybe they are great love, thinking of saving the suffering and saving the people.

The benefits of studying were already evident in high school.

The most immediate benefit is that there is meat under the pen. Feel.

I remember that the Chinese teacher in the third year of high school once pointed at our classmates on the podium and panted:

"Describe the sky is very good, most of our students held back for a long time and finally "the sky is very good", I asked you to use four words when writing essays, you really only write four words: "The sky is very good"! However, Liu Zijun can be replaced with: "Shengri is looking for Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new for a while...", the most unfortunate will also be "Hui Feng and smooth, cloudless", look at you! Have you finished memorizing the mimeographed sample text that I gave you last time? …”

Now that I think about it, what the teacher said at that time was not right either. Only now did I realize that the text is simple and unpretentious, and there is no real taste. Leave blank space, leave enough room for imagination, not necessarily beautiful.

However, perhaps under the strict requirements of 800 words in the college entrance examination at that time, simplicity is far from enough, it must be flesh and blood, and it must be to hit the nail on the head. Coupled with the vivid rhetoric, it will definitely be a relative plus.

The high school in our town, at that time, the entire school combined had more than 1,800 students.

In my third year of high school, there were two major phenomena at the end of the mock exams in school, both of which seemed to be related to me.

The first phenomenon is: the first line of the school's honor list is full of Liu Zijun's three words.

Even the top of the language column remains the same.

At that time, he was the head teacher of the liberal arts rocket class, a highly respected Chinese teacher, the head of the school's Chinese teaching and research department, and the director of the office at that time.

Every time the mock exam is released, he will be mentally devastated, and after the list is released, he can always rush to the liberal arts rocket class as soon as possible, trembling his hands, pointing out all the classmates, and finally beating his chest and saying:

"Shame, shame! Your liberal arts students are the worst liberal arts students I've ever had! Even my own nest has been occupied by a female student in a science class for a long time, I have been teaching Chinese for more than ten years, which language first place was not brought out by me?! Ever since I brought you, I don't even dare to look up and be a person on campus..."

The second phenomenon is: every time I take a mock test, the composition with a full score of 60 will always fluctuate between 58~59 points, and then it is mimeographed and distributed to students in all classes of the school, commonly known as "model essays".

Because the teacher really couldn't find a stubble in my composition, and I was afraid that I would be questioned by others when I gave a full score, the Chinese teacher who changed the composition was very hard at the time, and every time several teachers read my composition, trying to find a mistake, and finally I could only see if there was a typo in it, and I would deduct a family point. In the end, he always shook his head and said: "Tightly related to the topic, the words are vivid, the handwriting is neat and beautiful, and there is no way to deduct it anymore..."

At that time, when students came home from the monthly vacation, they were generally forced to carry a sample essay full of ink in their school bags, and they were smoked by the smell of ink for a long time, and they were edified more times, and then they were also smoked to the students' parents.

In the end, everyone in the town knew that there was a female classmate named Liu Zijun in their child's high school, and it was likely to be a female Mr. Lu Xun in the future.

But at that time, in addition to textbooks, even the money for food was a problem, and I didn't have the money to buy books to read.

When I was in high school, there was a stall in the school shop that sold books, which could support students to read them for free on the spot.

Every Sunday afternoon, there is a half-day wind time in the third year of high school, and I will wash my hair and take a shower as quickly as possible, wash the clothes that I change every week, and solve the problems of life as quickly as possible, so I eagerly run to the commissary.

was squeezed into a corner there, happily holding "Gadfly", "Yilin" and even "Martial Arts", motionless, not knowing hunger and thirst, one stop is an afternoon.

The owner is a fat guy with a good heart, and he never throws me away.