Zhou Yin, the biggest dark horse in Class 7 after entering the third year of high school. Teacher Mu said at the end of the summer vacation make-up class: There are countless surprises and frightes in the third year of high school, and yes, Zhou Gong is the biggest surprise and fright in the third year of high school.

Zhou Yin surprised and frightened Liang Chen, not the sharp rise and fall in her grades, the earthquake shock wave caused by her suddenly mature thoughts was far more shocking than the high rise in grades.

Zhou Yin's article on practicing writing in his spare time was found by Xue Jiao, this is a writing trick taught by Liang Chen two years ago, and with Tang Rui's touching declaration of a 2B youth who occasionally has a few hundred words, Zhou Yin's small essay is amazing.

"From the primitive tribal era to the 21st century, for thousands of years, how many people have not endured the criticism of the world, the judgment of the public, and the morality and ethics of the world······ Surrender to death, abandon family and friends, and go to the Elysium in their hearts. But they forget that the dirty mortal world in their hearts has their beloved, and there are ordinary people who care about them.

Their death has left all their troubles and sorrows, but they have left behind those who care about them! had to cry their thoughts in front of their graves in the already bleak and bleak autumn, adding endless sadness to this autumn day. Let this land mercilessly infect those frustrated wanderers, disgruntled politicians, and aspiring poets. Let them write the majestic autumn mood, and let the toiling masses of later generations lament the unhappiness of this group of people on this good day of a bumper harvest. The dignified and heroic death of that person made the people of later generations sad, and made this good autumn the worst day, as if the world was sad in autumn, and the leaves were bleak. The autumn colors that do not lose the spring scenery everywhere are in this life and death, but they are disgusted by others, afraid of hurting their hearts.

Looking at the banks of the Qinhuai River, there are 3,000 fireworks buildings, how many frivolous women. The world scolds this prostitute and slut, and everyone scolds this rotten person, ruining how many people's homes, and messing up the ethics and morality of this world. They survived the insults of this world, but who knows why they have fallen here and why they still exist in this world. Meng Ziyun: At the beginning of human beings, their nature is good, and everyone is not born with a bad seed, but only those who are contaminated with sin! Forcibly sprinkle this evil on the minds of these poor people.

When their filth is exposed by the world, the poor people become garbage cans, and all the dirtiness and disdain of the world rush to them, the poor people become more and more pitiful, while those "innocent" people are innocent.

But they are still alive, with humiliation and hope, with the most precious treasure in their lives - life. How good it is to be alive! At least every day, I can see the sunshine, I can chat with my familiar sisters, I can see the stars, I can see hope, and I can meet the future······

Maybe on a lonely night, they thought about dying, but why did they die? They didn't get it for nothing, but they exchanged their chastity for life. Every time I laugh, it's not joy but pain; Every time you dance, it's not a performance, it's helplessness; Every moan is not to be satisfied, but to survive.

Have you ever tried a life without hope? Have you ever tried to carry infamy every day? Have you ever tried to be used as a tool every day? Can you still be alive like this?

These people, like the women on the banks of the Qinhuai River, are still alive and in humiliation. Sometimes for some unshirkable duty and purpose, for the hope of the heart, and perhaps sometimes a humiliating life is more admirable than a dignified and heroic death. ”

"Don't you think there is a bit of Wang Jingwei's taste! Curve National Salvation Strategy. Liang Chen still remembers that he was watching "The Biography of Su Shi" to relieve his boredom, and he should read a little Su Shi in the third year of high school.

"I think it's well written, they write about the tragic life of Qinhuai women under the power of men through the ages, and praise their tenacity in enduring humiliation in order to hope for the future to survive." Xue Ji muttered, his words were very quiet, he really didn't have any confidence.

"You should be reading comprehension in the language test! Also, what kind of spirit is it that you steal from other people's privacy? Miss Xue Jiao. Liang Chen flipped the pages of the book and used half of his mind to debate with Xue Ji.

"Who is with me and Xue Jiao!" Zhou Yin suddenly appeared behind Xue Yao, put her left hand on her shoulder, and said with a smile. "Why does the team leader think I'm not good at writing?"

"I didn't say you didn't write well, but there was something wrong with your thinking." Liang Chen closed the page, he has been like a hermit master recently, and even the simple Guan Shu speech has the strength of a fairy wind bone.

"I'm right!" Zhou Yin still looked like she was grinning.

"Do you still remember "Song of Righteousness"?" Liang Chen can really recite the "Song of Righteousness", which is one of the tasks assigned by Old Man Li when he was a teenager, he said that often reciting "Song of Righteousness" can avoid ghosts and evils, and can raise the spirit of Haoran. "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue. Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu. Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective. Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The ghost fire in the underworld is hot, and the spring courtyard is dark. Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food. Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. No matter how cold and hot it is, Bai Wei is easy to find itself. Sigh and frustrate, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking up at the clouds. I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

"Sometimes, death is more important than life, because death is worthy of family, worthy of old friends, worthy of one's own life, Qian Qianyi and stealing life should be an example of shame for my nation." Liang Chen went out with his hands behind his back, he didn't want to debate with Zhou Yin about whether you win or lose, everyone has their own thoughts, there is no right or wrong.

"Liangzi, I still think life is more precious." Zhou Yin stopped Liang Chen, who was moving forward, by the glass window, and her tone was so resolute.

"That's right! You're right. ”

Sometimes we can't help but want to shape our own personality, want to cover up the facts that are not good for us, want to evaluate others, want to say that I am right and why I am so right, treat others only emotions and conclusions, and only lack of reflection and criticism of ourselves, but without self-analysis, we will always be white in front of us, see nothing, neither see others nor ourselves.

The last chapter tonight

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