Chapter 194 Growing Long Hair Was Warned by the Teacher

"Report teacher, I'm Huang Rong." How do I feel like I'm talking perverted. Why should I fight him like this? I'll just walk in and get it. But I'm afraid that I'll go in vertically and come out horizontally. It still depends on the situation, I looked at his unpredictable expression, stood there without moving, and gradually began to learn to look at people's faces and act, and I also felt that I was very hypocritical and stupid. By now, I have begun to understand a lot, a lot of helplessness in reality.

"Huang Rong? Are you a girl? ”

He looked up at me again this time, and saw that I had hair that was long in their eyes. No teacher nowadays likes his students to be like hooligans, with long hair, neither male nor female. Because in their eyes, a classmate with long hair must not be a good student. The "long-haired" students in the eyes of the teacher are often hung with the "bad students", and in junior high and high school, they are often named by the teacher before cutting their hair, and sometimes they can't threaten them with scissors, I remember that the director of the junior high school at the time caught the long-haired boys at the school gate, and I was so afraid that I didn't dare to go out of the school, and then I wondered why they didn't catch the girls with short hair, which seemed unfair to the boys.

"It's not that Rong, the thriving Rong." I inadvertently thought of Huang Xin again, and later learned that I would only think of him because I read this idiom.

"Which class?" He looked at the list of participants. I saw his fingers slide down from the first line.

"04 Computer (1) Class." I'll be honest with you.

"Go in and sit, remember to go back and cut your hair, students should look like students." Do you understand? ”

"Got it." And I've been thinking in my heart, I want you to take care of my affairs.

Not long after entering, the teacher said some specific rules on it, I don't know what they are nagging, I only see the mouth keeps "biting" something, I sit in the back and see it not very clearly, I suddenly feel that the scene is very similar to Lin Yang when he bites the "chicken butt", and I laughed unconsciously, but it didn't take long to smell the bad smell on my body, which seems to be my advantage, I can use my harmful gas to "poison" them to distract them, Later, I was the only one left in the last row, and at first there was a boy sitting next to me, but when the teacher was reading the rules, he secretly avoided it, I looked at everyone present, looking ahead, and there were words in my mouth, I guess I was reciting a famous poet's classic verses or famous sayings, and my mind was blank, so it was okay, let my thoughts start from the blank, I always felt that it was very important. The things and thoughts that come out as the tip of the pen slowly glides over the white paper are so wonderful, so natural. In fact, no one from the other class came to participate this time, they said that in order to make me have a better chance of winning the award, I was so moved that I was about to cry, which is just the opposite of the singer competition, the singer competition is all women's army, and the literary competition I single-handedly killed the field.

Chapter 195: If I Remember You

It's just a matter of a while, and the rules are almost finished, but I don't think there's any need to be as strict as exams, after all, it's just a play on words. When I sent down the essay questions, the teacher glared at me fiercely, he was nervous and sent me two sheets, I asked him why he gave me one more, he said one for me to wipe my sweat, I guess he guessed I was nervous, I smiled back at him, his eyes were not so ruthless. Later, during the game, the two spectators were absent-minded, not like the invigilators, but when they read the rules just now, they were full of enthusiasm, one kept smoking, and the other kept looking out the window stupidly.

Sometimes they also bend down to read what their classmates have written. But they haven't stayed by my side, I guess they really can't stand the smell of me, so it's okay, it won't interfere with my writing ideas, I like the feeling of quiet, I like the dark, faint feeling, floating thoughts, I like to think about some disorganized things when I nap, about love, family, friendship and a series of questions. Slowly, these things also become the feeling of sliding between the papers, understated and deliberately rendered.

I was dumbfounded when I saw the question, I didn't know which teacher came up with the question, it was very strange and cruel. The title is roughly described as follows: We have experienced many things in our lives, and there are many people we should remember and be grateful for, whether it is our family, friends, lovers, or "strangers" who come and go around us, if one of them leaves you, you will be the most sad, the most reluctant, and will make you feel painful. At the end of the question, I wrote, remember that this is just a test, remember to think carefully before writing, write down your feelings, the style is not limited, if it is a poem, at least three.

After reading the title, I was stunned for a few minutes, I didn't know how to write such an article, it was so difficult. Seeing that the others had already started to write, no one looked up, only me, stupidly staring at the ceiling. The pen in my hand kept turning, and I began to think slowly, comparing the people around me one by one, family, relatives, lovers, friends, who is it, I think the person who came up with this topic is too perverted, any choice is cruel, and in the end I positioned myself in the range of my family, my mother gave me the body of my soul, and my father gave me the idea of growth...... And she gave me an eternal wound, and I knew the answer in the end. An indelible image, a pain deeply imprinted in my mind. I began to pick up the pen, thinking that the "struggle" before writing was the most painful, so I named the article: "If I Remember You", and it took about ten minutes to conceive and then start writing.

"Maybe Someday"

Maybe one day you'll leave me

It's a flower that withered

Brief moments

Without you, I can only read the poems written to you

So plain and so sad

It touched my heart with a flash of light

Your smile grows with me like the summer sun

So splendid

Melted the ice in my heart

At that moment, I began to have the power of longing

Maybe one day

I hope there is no maybe......

"Farewell to You"

One day in August

Don't you later

Listen to the entanglement of the years

Your figure will still not blur

You used to be just like me

Haunted by longing

Wake up from a nightmare

Why did you drift to heaven?

Let me roam the world

I once held your hand through my ignorant childhood

Grow with me

Once touched your hair through a brief period of maturity

Be with me forever

Don't you later

Memories can't erase all sweet memories

Don't you later

Floating minds are ossified

The wild horses have no desire to gallop the grasslands

The bird has no freedom to fly in the sky

The fish no longer have the belief to swim in the sea

I don't have the courage to fight for the future

Twenty Short Years

Twenty years is a brief moment

The departure of a person

It's no sound, no nostalgia

It falls like a leaf

No sound is so light

Then it doesn't matter

Watch you go

It's a memory, it's a longing

I was just too surprised

Without a pillar of life

There is no kind care

That was my dark hour

That was my eternal wound

It was the sin of my life

Without you

Everything here is bleak

Without you

The air is often suffocated

Without you

I have one more kind of longing, a longing that floats to heaven

After I finished writing, I realized that memories are painful, and it doesn't matter whether to assume or not to assume.