Originally, I started planning a few days ago to write about the relationship between "chemistry and daydreaming", but because I remembered that the ninth grade opened a new course, chemistry, and pulled out the memory of the eighth grade, which also opened a new physics class. Then I moved on to writing physics class. This kind of 360-degree operation of Qingqi zigzag and bending monomer is sometimes unclear to myself.

A few days ago, I started planning to continue the chapter "Chemistry and Daydreaming" in the evening, and I stumbled over a concept of soft science and couldn't move forward.

After hesitating for several days, I decided to write chapter by chapter. It's like I had a horrible dream on the night of February 14th. In the dream world, everyone in Anxi Town was going to move, and a meeting was held before the migration. And I was performing on the stage, it was the story of how the animal world survived, and when I walked off the stage, everyone whispered and started the meeting.

Then, back in the corner of the meeting, I heard a voice from the dark clouds, lightning and thunder in the sky. He told me about the development and evolution of the earth and the evolution of human beings since Pangu opened the world. It's too long, and I worked hard to write it, but I only remembered a beginning and an end.

The voice was calm and powerful, like a voice from outside the sky. I longed to write down this story, but I was just a mortal in the flesh, but it was difficult to record it with a brush shake, and the writing was too slow to accelerate, and the voice was faster and faster, at least for three days and two nights.

However, I was so tired that I did not want to share this gospel with the world, but I listened to the voice that left me with the only clear and meaningful sentence: "The only way to eternal life comes from good thoughts."

I was awakened by fear.

However, it took a long, long time for this fear to disappear, and I was finally able to express it calmly. Therefore, planning is not reliable in the ever-changing time and space, and the human consciousness often wants to grasp this unreliable feeling and fight against its own subconscious.

When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I read a book about soft science called "The Four Rounds of Learning". According to the human forgetting curve, a learning program is formulated, which is divided into four steps: preview, study, review, and review, and it is said that after twenty-eight days, 60% of the knowledge points can be memorized. Then make a study and life plan for yourself, give yourself a dense time arrangement, and implement it in an orderly manner according to the schedule.

The advertisements for this book are very clear in my childhood memory, and they are similar to the effect of TV shopping channels today. It is said that if you study according to this book, you can be admitted to university.

Then, my aunt bought a copy for my cousin. After my cousin was admitted to university, he gave it to my sister. And I don't know why the eldest sister doesn't like to read it, and the second sister doesn't like to read literary books. I often take it out and follow the steps in the book, just to get a good grade.

In fact, I didn't believe in the operation and mathematics of the forgetting curve in the Four Rounds of Learning Method. The important thing is that I still help my dad grind tofu, and I am also attracted by the colorful TV, and the time for making plans is very inefficient, and I often only stay on the plan.

When I was in fifth grade, I met a math teacher named EC who gave us math classes as well as PE classes. I remember that in the second week of the fifth grade, there were three assignments in math class at one time, and one day, during physical education class, the teacher asked my classmates who had not turned in their homework, and the teacher asked the students who had not handed in their homework to stand up by themselves, and only my table mate stood out.

Math teacher EC was angry because of a righteous teacher and said, "Are there any homework that you haven't handed in?" The team was silent. Then he asked us to stand in a row at the same table in the courtyard of the campus, and he went back to the office and took out the workbook, read the names one by one, sat down with the number, and walked up. Finally, after reading the name of the workbook, I stayed where I was.

At that time, my table mate was a very dark-looking boy, born with dark skin like the TV series Bao Zheng, but he smiled very good-looking, and like me, he had a dimple at the corner of his mouth. And he loves to laugh so much, it's just that his face seems to be just a hippie smile in the eyes of the math teacher. Because he rarely completed the homework assigned by the teacher seriously, and at that time, in order to understand him and the teacher at the same time, I would wonder if he forgot or didn't have time to do his homework at home, but he faced the teacher's hippie smile in the face of not completing his homework, and I stood in the line and felt ashamed of him.

After a while, I was pulled out of the team like a thief, and I experienced the feelings of my tablemates. I cried, cried sadly.

I tried my best to argue: "I handed in my homework". However, the teacher EC said, "How can I not have your homework after handing in?" And I can't understand why I cried anxiously when I stepped on the homework book and still didn't have my name in the homework book.

My table mates were still looking at me with a hippie smile, but when the teacher gave an impassioned speech in front of the team, he comforted me in a low voice: "What are you crying about, what is there to cry about?" However, I felt aggrieved in my heart, and I still couldn't stop crying, thinking, "I obviously completed my homework very seriously and handed in my homework, what about my homework book?" ”

I didn't pay attention to what my teacher was saying, maybe his voice was so loud and loud that it scared my heart and I cried even more sadly.

My math teacher stopped suddenly, and he seemed to remember something. I only heard him say: "There is a classmate in our class who writes his homework very neatly and seriously. Then he took out a piece of homework, praised it in front of the team, and as he spoke, his momentum became less and less, and at last he fell silent.

He finally remembered that he had forgotten a copy of his homework in his dorm room. The most serious and neat writing in the class, a homework book that made him satisfied, he deliberately wrote a homework book with three big "excellent" words, which he forgot in the dormitory, that is my homework book.

Such a dramatic turn is more wonderful than any story I've ever seen. I suddenly stood at the front of the line as if I had a Buddha light on my body, and next to me was a dark-skinned tablemate.

One second I was crying heartbreakingly, and the next second I looked like I was crying with joy. However, I couldn't help but want to cry louder, and my tablemate couldn't help but want to comfort me: "Why are you crying and crying, haven't you found the homework book?" ”

Tears rolled in my eyes, and my crying stopped abruptly. At that time, the book I read at home was Feng Menglong's compilation of "Three Words and Two Beats", and then, I felt with empathy, "Life is far more colorful than singing in dramas." ”

Later, I didn't know if the teacher was very kind to me out of love or guilt, he often lent me math books to read, thinking that I was a genius in mathematics like him, and even gave me a strange problem of how to prove that there are only two numbers in the world, and the Roman numerals are 1-0 instead of 0-1. Let me help him judge his classmates' homework and exam papers.

I had a happy fifth grade under the watchful eye of my math teacher. My math teacher, on the other hand, would often forget to give us a lesson, and then, at a dark-skinned table mate from his village, would tell me, "He spent the night building the wall with someone else."

At that time, I didn't know what it meant to build walls at night.

Then, I was ridiculed by my table mates again, and asked, "You don't even know about Mahjong?" ”。

I don't know, I really don't know. I only know that my dad doesn't let my mom play mahjong with a table across the door from my house, and when the mother-in-law and aunts at the door have nothing to do, they play mahjong, and they don't want to play together.

My mom took advantage of my dad's absence, and when we weren't out of school, she secretly went out to play, and after a long time, my dad found out, so they had a big fight. At that time, I had seen the only time my dad had a family conflict spearhead. My mom never played mahjong with the mother-in-law at the door again.

At that moment, I felt angry at myself and did what the teacher was supposed to do, but he played mahjong at night, fell asleep, and forgot to teach us.

At the end of my fifth grade, he played mahjong with others all night, and then, when he was harvesting wheat, he was in a trance, and his hand reached out to the wheel that was still spinning when the wheat was harvesting, and two and a half fingers of his right hand were taken away.

His optimistic attitude to life and profound knowledge reserve made him not care about the two and a half fingers, and nothing seemed to have changed, he still talked and laughed with others, but he used to laugh at others, and now he makes fun of himself, and then makes others laugh.

After the sixth grade started, he was still our math teacher for a while, and once, when the school principal asked him to read a manuscript, he drank and his voice was hoarse, and he found me and asked me to read a written manuscript, and I hadn't read it aloud for a long time, but I didn't know how to refuse. Standing nervously in front of the radio microphone with the script, his voice trembling and his mouth stumbling. My mind went blank and I finished reading.

He sat in my seat and listened to me read the manuscript, and then told the students in the classroom, "This baby can't read or speak, and he has done everything in the school" and all kinds of problems when I read the manuscript and made him look like a foreign face in front ......of the principal.

At that time, after I went out of my foreign appearance, I didn't dare to read aloud, and I didn't want my teachers to find out that I had a good voice. Later, Mr. EC never asked me to help him read the test papers, but he had been doing this for a long time, not being good at class, not reading the test papers, and other types of behavior, and was finally discovered by the principal, and he couldn't help but resign after a lecture, maybe he was forced to resign.

Maybe all this is my imagination, everyone, just look at the excitement, don't take it too seriously, sometimes, once people get serious, it's quite scary. Therefore, the word "serious" in life is a wrong start, and the "serious" here is marked with double quotation marks, maybe it just means that life does not have to be too serious. For example, the Roman numeral 1 is to 0, not zero to one, life eventually slips to the end, and life reaches the midpoint instead of the end.