Early morning, Shilan High School, classroom.

The students were still in class, and Lu Mingfei looked tirelessly ahead, and in front of the classroom was a large blackboard.

Now it has chalk writing written on it.

Thin font, white characters.

It reads:

The three elements of an argumentative essay

Argument (what needs to be proved), argument (what is proved), argument (how to prove).

The Chinese teacher standing on the podium is not very tall, about 1.5 meters.

Today, she was wearing a white and pink floral skirt that stopped at a place slightly higher than her knee, and I heard that this teacher graduated from Xiamen University or Zhujiang University.

In short, Lu Mingfei was not interested.

"Today's whole class was devoted to writing essays. The essay title has been sent, everyone writes it with heart, this is last year's real question. ”

Lu Mingfei was not born with a lot of things like this kind of eight-strand text.

Looking at the stack of papers from the classmates in front of him, he took out one and handed the follow-up to the back table.

Staring at this test paper, there are only two pages on it, with essay questions on one side and squares on the bottom.

Lu Mingfei saw the text on it,

It goes like this.

Everyone has their own life coordinates and good expectations for the future.

Families may have different expectations of us, and society may give us different roles.

In the ever-changing reality of life, a gap or mismatch between the individual, the family, and society will inevitably occur.

How do you experience and think about this? Write an essay about what you think.

Lu Mingfei looked at this thing, and he smiled.

What is this?

What coordinates, what family,

Lu Mingfei felt that he had no goal in life.

As for the family, his parents don't know where they are now.

So, what can Lu Mingfei experience?

He felt nothing but deep boredom.

Looking at this title, I felt as if I was chained to some anklet.

Next to him, his tablemate Chen Wenwen had already finished reviewing the topic and wrote down the title.

Around, the students also began their tirade.

Lu Ming is not bored,

Well, it's been a long time since I've written an essay, so I'll write one too.

Lu Mingfei also began to write in order to pass the time.

Write down a title.

My zero coordinates

After that, he began to write essays:

As a human being, I have a coordinate of my own life, which is the zero coordinate located at the intersection of the x-axis and y-axis.

Zero, it looks ordinary, there is nothing to be desired. But

There are no coordinates without a zero point.

So, I intend to be the most ordinary person.

I plan to be an ordinary and ordinary "street sweeper".

In this world, there are always people who want to sweep the streets, and I sometimes wonder why it can't be me.

Someone will always sweep the streets,

Otherwise, the street will be swept by whom.

So, I have the following requirements:

First, I want my job to be 9 to 5.

Second, this job is five days off

Third, it must have five insurances and one housing fund.

Of course, I don't have high requirements for my salary, five thousand is good.

In the end, I knew the world wasn't up to my expectations.

I sometimes think that the street sweepers are also working every day, sweeping from east to west, from south to north.

They really gave their labor, but it was as if they got nothing.

And some dancers, some actors just dance or move their mouths, and a group of people in the audience applaud.

Some people praise: art, the beauty of the human body.

Someone "snapped" and clapped and "shouted" loudly.

I don't think dancers are inherently superior, nor do I think street sweepers are inherently inferior.

It's the same labor, why do you want to be a "dancer",

And why, everyone who sweeps the streets hopes that one day they will not sweep the streets.

At the end of the day, the vast majority of people don't have their own inner coordinates.

Family, society, and individuals are just big fools.

The art of human self-righteousness is nothing more than the "taste" established by the aristocracy.

There are people in this world who play the piano and there are people who whistle.

It's all music, it's all vibrations.

Why do some people always think the piano is good,

In the final analysis, it is because of the high price of playing the piano, and it is not necessary to pay a penny for whistling.

I, Lu Mingfei, have heard four whistling songs.

They are: 1. trouble market

2.Oops

3.Moves like jagger

4.whistle

I found in these songs the singers' disdain for money and their yearning for freedom.

Contemptible people think that music doesn't need a price, as long as it sounds good.

Therefore, since the world has not found its own coordinates well, don't let others set the coordinates crookedly.

As a human being, just take care of your part first.

As the world, that's pretty much what it's all about.

Anyway, I don't take the college entrance examination.

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Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief, finished writing the composition, read it again, and felt that the writing was very good, and he felt good about himself in terms of being a person.

When he was a freshman in high school, his Chinese teacher often criticized his essays as typical negative teaching materials, saying that his essays were too pessimistic and full of nihilism, just like him, unenterprising.

But Lu Mingfei didn't think so, Lu Mingfei felt that people like Schopenhauer were pessimists, as well as: Shakyamuni, Mailand, Bensen, von Hartmann, Nietzsche.

These people are pessimists.

Monks believe that life is eight sufferings, birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, unbelievable, and the five yin are blazing.

Schopenhauer, on the other hand, believed that being a man was either vulgar or lonely.

And Nietzsche, the old man, is a complete nihilist.

Therefore, the reason why I am pessimistic is that I understand and think more than others.

Lu Mingfei felt that Nietzsche was right,

He divided the evolution of human beings into three stages: monkeys, humans, and celestial beings.

The monkey evolved into a human,

Man evolved into a celestial man.

Lu Mingfei felt that he was developing towards the stage where man evolved into a celestial being, while others were running in the direction of man's degeneration into a monkey.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei, as a celestial, couldn't understand what these monkeys were fighting for?

Lu Mingfei thought about this.

stagger

I don't know why, it seems to be pulled by something.

came back to her senses, it was Chen Wenwen who was pushing herself.

"Ming Fei, you also wrote an essay?

Do you want to pay it? ”

Ming Fei doesn't have time to pay attention to these female monkeys now, he is busy thinking about life.

said: "Whatever, whatever, I'm thinking about life now, and I hope you don't bother." ”

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen it for a long time, said Nietzsche's Zarathustra.

Well, he walked out of the classroom and left the school, he planned to go home and look for a book to read.

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Today, the Chinese teacher led her scoring team: Chen Wenwen, Lu Jingting, and Liu Miaomiao, to start the grading of this essay.

In the small office, the 1.5-meter-tall Chinese teacher led her team with an average height of 1.6 meters to start a "battle".

Someone has 57 points, someone has 23 points.

Chen Wenwen's judgment has always taken only three minutes,

First look at the title,

Second, look at the beginning,

A general glance at the middle part,

Look at the end,

Summarize whether the essay has made arguments and arguments for the gap, and you can score it.

Lu Jingting was a few minutes slower, and her favorite thing was to see who scored low and who got the high score after the score.

After that, I went back to class and talked to others.

Time passed quietly, and it didn't take long for Chen Wenwen to sentence seven or eight papers.

"Hee-hee, who wrote this, so dragging."

Hearing Lu Jingting say this, Chen Wenwen thought it was a full-score essay.

Driven by curiosity, she leaned in front of her best friend.

"Wenwen, Miao Miao, come and take a look, Lu Mingfei's masterpiece."

Chen Wenwen looked at her brows tightening, and Liu Miaomiao shook her head slightly.

The three were very controversial.

Lu Jingting thinks this article is quite well written.

In fact, she is a master who is not afraid of big things when she sees the excitement.

I just hope that the whole class can see this composition.

Chen Wenwen hopes that this matter can calm down, after all, she is a representative of the language department, and it is not good to come up with this kind of "anti-text".

However, Liu Miaomiao felt that this article was written off-topic, although the quality of the writing was polite, but it was not positive enough, and the score would not be too high.

The three of them argued, so they had to ask the Chinese teacher to see it.

The Chinese teacher was still there to revise the papers, she was very busy, and when she saw that the three of them took an essay to herself, she knew that they couldn't evaluate the composition.

Every time a score is made, there will be one or two controversial essays.

The Chinese teacher had never seen anything, so he opened the composition and looked at it.

This?

This?

His eyes widened immediately, his mouth was rounded, and his eyebrows were gathered in the middle.

This is written by some stubborn student who doesn't know how to do bullshit.

She was disheartened there, holding her forehead with her hand, sighing, looking hopeless, this article is hopeless.

Finally glanced at the name,

The Chinese teacher was happy.

said with emotion.

"Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, you can always give me some new moths."