Chapter 4 Siege Notes

People outside want to come in, people inside want to go out, and our No. 2 Middle School is becoming more and more like a besieged city. I remember that when I was admitted to No. 2 Middle School, I was so happy that I was dying. After I got in, I started to worry.Although it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, it is very uncomfortable to lean against the big tree and feel that you are not a big tree.The people in the besieged city were clearly divided into ranks and ranks according to their grades.We have a deep understanding of what is said in political books, "Now our country's class system has been eliminated, but class phenomena still exist."

One of the school mottos of No. 2 Middle School: It is better to get a zero score in another school than fail No. 2 Middle School. The school considerately and considerately managed the canteen for us, with everything from clothes, hats, shoes and socks to thumbtacks and buttons.I even saw a tank of goldfish for sale recently. The school cut off all our reasons for leaving school so gently.So we had no choice but to look at the four corners of the sky day after day, saddened by spring and autumn, feeling that the world outside is wonderful, but the world inside is helpless. The iron gate is locked tightly, and the courtyard is deep and deep. I ask you how much you can be sad, and tears flow first when you want to speak. "Tears Behind Bars" is not without reason.

The last bell rang on Saturday as the announcement of release from prison.We left school in a hurry, drove home after several bumps, opened the door, and shouted with a heartbroken heart full of survivors: "I'm finally back!" . Television is our only connection with the outside world in the besieged city, and we are only allowed to watch the programs of the central station between 7:00 and 7:30.The inevitable result is that we become more and more patriotic and bloody. Fang Gang is impassioned, fantasizing that one day he will go to the battlefield and die for the country.Therefore, a group of war fanatics also appeared. When they see a country that is not pleasing to the eye, the first sentence is: Fight me!Of course and luckily the earth doesn't revolve around them.

Occasionally, when the teacher doesn't come after 7:30, we can watch more TV.But variety shows blooming everywhere will only exacerbate the imbalance in our hearts.Because those so-called stars are answering questions like "how many weeks are there in a year", while we are studying energy conservation and how to cut a hexagon out of a cube. Siege has many dazzling auras, such as "Provincial Key Middle School", "Provincial School Ethos Demonstration School", "Key School for Youth Science and Innovation", etc. I only know that there are more than a dozen signs of different lengths hanging on the school gate.Among them, the most important one is the brand of "S University Mathematics Experiment Base".I remember that when the listing ceremony was held, we sat on the playground and applauded desperately to the president of S University and thousands of vice presidents on the rostrum.I also clapped my hands desperately, but I did it purely because I thought the atmosphere was ridiculous and outrageous, so please use my hands.After the sign was put up, No. 2 Middle School was still No. 2 Middle School, without any change.For me, it's not as important as the "Chicken Legs Served Today" sign hanging on the door of the cafeteria.

It is foggy in the besieged city, and most of the time it is sunny outside the city and misty and rainy inside the city.A year of geography knowledge tells us that the ground conditions indirectly affect the weather in some areas, probably because there is a big lake in No. 2 Middle School and there is a Tuojiang River outside the city that is so small that I am embarrassed to call it a river.It is also very likely that the old men in the boiling water room work too efficiently and cause water vapor to leak out-in fact, the supply of boiling water in No. 2 Middle School is always in short supply.Another possibility is that the greening of the No. 2 Middle School is too good, and the strong transpiration of the plants makes us hazy and hazy.

When I mentioned the lake in No. 2 Middle School, I remembered that it was Weiming Lake.But please don't think that it has anything to do with the paradise in the minds of senior high school students in the north. It is the real Weiming—it has no name.But there is nothing wrong with that, because if it had a name, it would be "Lake of Struggle", "Lake of Effort", or the real "Lake of Weimin".That doesn't do my ears any favors. The advantage of misty rain is that it allows us to see girls less clearly, because if girls are the beautiful scenery in the school, then the tourism resources of No. 2 Middle School are very limited.We all advocate "obscure beauty" and "distance beauty".Ruffian Tsai has a wonderful theory: a woman's beauty is inversely proportional to her lifespan.Borrowing his words: How hard are beauties, long live the girls from No. 2 Middle School.Boys jokingly call the girl's building "Shouxing Village".There are a few doggerel lines that have been passed down for a long time in No. 2 Middle School: When No. 2 Middle School girls look back, a cow on the opposite side is scared to death;Although these few words are harsh, "what exists is reasonable", and what has stood the test of time has its merits.Of course, in the eyes of girls, we are not very good, and we are all on par with Peng Zu, who has lived to be 800 years old.

Life in the siege is peaceful.Forget it, don't be too hypocritical, let me put it bluntly, life in the besieged city is dull, and a certain teacher wearing a wig will become first-level news.And the speed of the news in Erzhongli is enough to overthrow Einstein's theory that the speed of light cannot be surpassed, and the mutation is fast in the middle, similar to creatures that have been strongly polluted by nuclear pollution.For example, a piece of nonsense that Mr. A inadvertently said was changed beyond recognition by the time Mr. C passed it back to Mr. A's ear after a morning, so that Mr. A asked in disbelief: Really? Really? ?Then Mr. C said solemnly: Don't worry, the source of the news is absolutely reliable.Let me give another example from my personal experience. One day, Xiao D told me that there would be no class in the afternoon, and I only found out after I followed the vines to find out.

The source of the news turned out to be me, and I just remembered that I said in the morning that the last class in the afternoon ended ten minutes earlier for cleaning. Maybe it's a great man or maybe it's like I said, a depressed environment produces a literati, and a dull environment produces a philosopher.We started to become very philosophical, like running to the top of the dormitory building and asking "Who am I? Where do I come from"?Such esoteric questions.Then you will hear the girl Lou from the opposite side throwing a sentence: "Who's mad dog take me back!"

The girl opposite has always been very arrogant.They live in a small bungalow while we live in a red brick building. Their wardrobes are twice as big as ours. They have a big writing desk while we have nothing.Very petty bourgeois!Facts once again prove that there is still inequality between men and women in the world today.But those who clamored all day to change the school's dormitory conditions were dissatisfied girls with long hair and short hair.We explained that this is because boys have strong adaptability, but they said that we have never been particular about it. After the lights are turned off at night, the only scenery outside the window is the erratic candlelight in the girl's building, dotted like will-o'-the-wisps.Undoubtedly, they are holding Qiong Yao into the role. It is hard to imagine how these girls who are crazy during the day can transform into innocent girls or passionate young wives at night.But one thing is certain: the amount of candlelight is directly proportional to the number of people who go to bed in class the next day.

Although the liberal arts in No. 2 Middle School are not very good, it has a strong philosophical flavor. Contradictions are everywhere, and the entire campus is full of dialectics.The teacher said that education is not for the college entrance examination, and mastering knowledge is the most important thing.After finishing speaking, he took out the book and asked us to cross out the chapters that were not required for the college entrance examination, and then told us confidently that if we did not take the college entrance examination, we would not study.I think if the teachers went to ancient times to sell spears and shields, the business would be booming.The most rare thing is that they can always look firmly at the hundreds of doubting eyes under the podium.This kind of eye-to-eye contest is often defeated by us, and the teacher's steadfastness finally convinces us that we are wrong.

The political teacher said: This is opposite, but also unified. Zhang Xiaofeng said: Give me an explanation, and I can believe in the human world again, I can accept history, and I can embrace this desolate city without hesitation. Similarly, since the political teacher has given us an explanation, what else can we not believe, accept, and embrace?Take a deep breath, and plunge into the sea of ​​questions one after another, fighting for the trapped beast in the ivory tower of tomorrow. In this provincial key point, we do not use "Zhang" to calculate the test papers. Using "Ton" is a bit exaggerated, but there should be no objection to using "Jin".If the school copy room is open to the public, it will work fast enough to shut down all the copy companies outside.As much as we love the old copier, it has not had an owner like us, so it must be busy eight hours a day.And our tiredness and the busyness of the copier can establish a linear ascending function with the working time of the copier as the independent variable. If it is busy, we are also busy, as the saying goes, "I am happy because you are happy".Although we will not be so busy as Putin, "the daughters are still awake when they go to get off work, and they are already asleep when they get off work", but it is probably not far off.The teacher told us to do the questions faster, and we wished that the time would slow down, but the word "backfired" was not created by our ancestors for fun. The rapid passage of time often makes us sigh three times. The second school motto of No. 2 Middle School: Senior One has arrived, can Senior Three be far behind?It is said that the version of the second year of high school is: the first year of high school has passed, and the third year of high school has come. We have always had a beautiful but vicious wish: After graduating from high school, we will take all the test papers and never be born again in the fire.But now they are our most cherished treasures. Not to mention burning them all, even if a page and a half are missing, they will beat their chests and feel pain, and then quickly borrow a friend's to make a photocopy.Because the teacher told us for a long time and frequently: the questions you do are all classics of the classics, and it is very likely that you will encounter them in the college entrance examination.Although we know that this possibility is one in ten thousand or one in ten million or lower, as long as this possibility exists, we will never turn back.We believe in the possibility of being as fragile as a soap bubble, and expect the teacher to speak well every day. The third of the school motto of No. 2 Middle School: Do 100 points in exercises, and increase your college entrance examination score by 1 point. In the summer, the school flowers bloom, so brilliantly and dazzlingly blooming that we want to clap our hands and sing: Our motherland is a garden, and the flowers in the garden are so bright. The trees on both sides of Binjiang Road are covered with white flowers the size of rice grains, and when the breeze passes, the flowers like snowflakes will fall down, like June Snow, we call it "another summer's unjust case". Binjiang Road is the only passage from the dormitory to the classroom.Some people say that if you want to kill the students of No. 2 Middle School, just block them on Binjiang Road, and you will be killed completely, because the truancy rate of No. 2 Middle School is zero percent.Of course, there are many statistics like this, such as 0% repetition rate, 100% graduation rate, 100% passing rate, and so on.It was these zeros and one hundred percents that made me lose all pride for a year. But after all, the flowers all over the ground gave us a good mood.The teacher said that your day starts with walking on a road covered with flowers.I heard it was very useful, but Xiao A said that we are stepping on the corpses of flowers.One sentence disgusted me so much that I immediately picked it up when I stepped on it. When the flowers fall to the ground, they turn yellow, reminding us sensitively day after day: industrial hydrochloric acid is yellow, and concentrated nitric acid is also yellow.Xiao A passed by every day and said to me: The yellow color of hydrochloric acid is because it contains ferric ions, and the yellow color of concentrated nitric acid is the result of the nitrogen dioxide produced by decomposition dissolving in nitric acid.This can't be blamed on Xiao A, he loves chemistry to death.He once said to me with a slightly teasing expression on his face, "Chemistry is my eternal love." It made my whole body get goosebumps. Because of the flowers of the school, No. 2 Middle School won the title of advanced unit of greening in the whole province.I don't think it's because the school's greening work is done well, just as I don't think the high enrollment rate of No. 2 Middle School is not because of good teaching conditions but because there are countless strong opponents around.The reason why schools are flourishing is because of the high fines similar to those in Singapore. White wooden signs saying "Flower pickers will be fined one hundred yuan" can be seen everywhere, like a pile of white bones among green bushes. The ancient adage that "flowers are enough to be broken, but no flowers are worth breaking branches" has been refuted here.Not only can it not be used as a reason for picking flowers, but even talking about it in ordinary times will be scolded bloody.The almost morbid love of the teachers for flowers made us agree that they must have been beautiful flower fairies in their previous lives. When I saw the flowers blooming for the second time, I ushered in the first and last summer vacation of my first year of high school.A lot of time slipped through the fingers, leaving many things called knowledge and emotion tightly held in the hands. In the last month of my first year of high school, I celebrated my seventeenth birthday.A friend said that you are one year older.Little A said, you are one year older.Little A is always so pessimistic, and he always firmly believes in the theory that "the side where the bread hits the ground must be buttered".I don't want that.Whether I am grown up or old, whether it is happy or sad, my first year of high school is over after all.I don't want to be too happy or too sad. It's a good state of mind, and I've been working hard. Goodbye, my freshman year.