"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long.

Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are desolate, and the white dew is not dawning.

The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing.

Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over.

The so-called Yi people are in the water.

……”

It's a beautiful and romantic poem, but please don't think that something very beautiful and romantic is happening here, this is my class for the "baby" students in our class, and what I learned today is this "Pu Jia".

I really don't know what the gods who write textbooks think, but today's students are open and avant-garde like this, and they have to compile this kind of poetry in textbooks, which makes us teachers embarrassed in class. And for me, a "female leftover", there is more of an unspeakable meaning. Besides, my baby students are not good men and women, you see, I haven't finished the text, and the piece behind me is starting to laugh again.

Although my voice is beautiful and soothing, melodious and frustrating, and I can win the first prize in the poetry recitation contest without blushing, but the thoughts of my "baby" students are not in the meaning of the poem.

I had no choice but to stop reading aloud and shouted at the student who laughed the most, "Jiang Hanting, what are you laughing at?" ”

Jiang Hanting held back her smile and pointed to the boy behind her and said, "Teacher, he just said ......" She stopped vaguely.

"Say what?" I asked.

Another boy added: "Teacher, Ouyang Mobei said that you are the Yiren on the water side." ”

Wow –

The class laughed.

My face is blue, red, blue, and purple. Got it? This is the life of a leftover girl, and even my students have started to tease me! And the plot below is even more exciting.

Ouyang Mobei, the source of evil, spoke: "Teacher, I don't seem to have seen that pig come to you recently?" ”

A pig is the object of my aunt's introduction to me not long ago, working in the county procuratorate, people are white and fat, the public procuratorate and law, eat and drink every day, and it is strange that you can't raise fat pigs. Ah Zhu is a nickname given to someone by my students, and every time someone introduces me to someone, as long as my student sees it, they will definitely have a nickname the next day.

This Ouyang Mobei, who was about to drive me crazy, didn't wait for me to train him, and spoke again: "Teacher, don't marry that pig, he and you are simply toads and swans." Otherwise, you wait a few more years, and I will marry you after graduating from college. ”

Our class was like a "little boy" in the moment after the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima......

Behold, how miserable my leftover life is! Even my students dare to tease me at the right time, and I would rather be molested by hooligans than feel better by my own students.

Briefly introduce this Ouyang Mobei, he is a big monster in our No. 1 Middle School. Versatile, with good grades, sunny and handsome appearance, and a superior family background, he is the prince charming in the minds of the girls in the school. And what makes me feel outrageous is that this child is too psychologically mature, maybe I've read too many online novels, and sometimes I wonder if he has crossed over? Also, he is not interested in girls of the same age, but is more interested in women who are older than him, which is easier to understand, and I think he has a serious mother-love complex. But it was more troublesome to get along, especially when I met me, an unmarried older young woman class teacher, and the relationship between us became more and more delicate and difficult to grasp. But I must be stated that I have no interest in little boys, and although I am older, I still hope to find a man older than me to rely on.

After class, I fled back to the office in embarrassment, and the middle-aged female teacher in her forties in the adjacent class asked me, "Xiaoxue, what happened in your class?" So lively! ”

"Oh, the students in our class are improvising, hehehe......" To deal with this kind of female speaker who likes to gossip and inquires about people's privacy, my reaction is still relatively fast, but the expression on my face is still a little fake, especially the last few laughs are very constipated, and I will correct it next time.

She didn't say anything, I poured a glass of water and sat down to catch my breath. Before the water was drunk, the mobile phone rang, and my mother called.

"Is there something wrong? Mother. ”

"Your aunt introduced you to a partner who works in the county government, when are you going to meet him?"

"Didn't she just introduce her to a job at the prosecutor's office?"

"Silly girl, the procuratorate is a temporary worker, your aunt said that he may not be able to turn positive, the government is an iron rice bowl, and he ...... at home" The following omits the 10,000-word nagging of the old mother.

"Okay, Mom, you look at the arrangement, except for Monday and Thursday, I'm on duty, and all other times." I had no choice but to agree to my mother's arrangement against my will, otherwise she would not have let me be at peace.

Today, I still haven't married until I'm 30 years old, mainly because of my mother's credit.

I was born in a rural area in the north, my mother was a farmer, and my father used to work in a state organ in the county, which was a full-fledged cadre. Because I already have two older sisters, in the countryside, if there is no boy in the family, I will be looked down upon, and my parents especially want a boy, so they gave birth to me. When they lifted the little mattress that wrapped around me with their eyes full of little JJ, they thought they had a delusion.

"No, it's impossible, how is this possible......" Dad muttered.

But it's true, I'm the same as my two older sisters, a yellow-haired girl who doesn't have the little JJ they desire. But just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm violating family planning, my country's constitution clearly stipulates that men and women are equal in socialist China. In addition to the hefty fines, the father was expelled from public office. This is a disaster for our family, which is not wealthy. My mother always disliked me and said that I had come to harm the family. My father was not prejudiced against me because of the calamity I had brought him, and he even loved me more than his two sisters.

So I have always had a sense of indebtedness to my parents, and it is this sense of indebtedness that makes me go on a blind date every time against my will, and even miss the boy I like but has a poor family background and a different mother against my will.

My parents and the three of us worked hard in the fields all year round to support the poor family. When I can remember, I started picking cotton and hoeing grass at home, so to this day I still have a thick cocoon on my hands.

The situation in my family changed because when I was 12 years old, the birth of my younger brother. We finally had a boy in our family, and my parents had a happy smile on their faces.

When the population grows, they need to earn more money to support them, and both older sisters drop out of school early to help the family. My academic performance was better than theirs, and no matter how hard I went to school, I couldn't say anything, so although my mother was unhappy, she still offered me until I graduated from high school. Everyone thought that my study career should be over, because at that time, the university had not yet expanded, the admission rate was very low, only the top few could be admitted to the university, and my grades were only in the middle and upper reaches of the class.

Even the head teacher didn't expect that my score actually exceeded the junior college line and was admitted to a good normal college in the provincial capital. Then my mother pouted, and my father gritted his teeth, made up enough tuition for me, and sent me on the bus to the provincial capital.

I am unfortunate and lucky, and both unfortunate and fortunate are because our normal students are the last students assigned to the package. After graduating, after teaching for half a year, I was officially assigned to teach in a township middle school, and after teaching for almost two years, through relationships and with some of my own strength, I was transferred to the county No. 1 middle school to teach Chinese.

In the eyes of ordinary people, I am very lucky, only I know that I would rather take another path, not someone to take charge of my work, and work hard to find my own way, so that I must live happier than now, without having to carry the three mountains of leftover daughters, blind dates and fulfilling my mother's wish to marry into a wealthy family.

My two older sisters got married earlier, one married a farmer from their own village and the other married a farmer from a neighboring village, and they took over the torch from their parents and are still farmers.

Although the two sisters are not like flowers and jade, they are also famous beauties in the village, but they still work in the field every day with their backs to the loess and facing the sky. My mother regretted marrying her two sisters wrongly, and then she naturally put the heaviest chips on me.

In my mother's opinion, I graduated from college and worked as a teacher in No. 1 Middle School, and I still look like a flower (of course, I never think I am beautiful, and my evaluation of myself has always been that I am more than beautiful and not enough), so I must marry a good man. The standards she set for me are: first, there must be real estate in the county, and it must be a small western-style building with a single courtyard; second, the son-in-law must have an iron rice bowl, that is, a civil servant; Third, when my in-laws get married, they must transfer their ownership to me and give me more than six figures of liquidity.

This standard undoubtedly belongs to a wealthy family in our small county, and with this standard, my ten years of youth were wasted in my mother's pick-and-choose and my helpless waiting.