Chapter 4 The first winter 11-12

11 In order to prevent the majority of the world from living in a madhouse, people meet and create festivals.On April 1st, April Fool's Day, people can say stupid things, deceive others, and deceive others.On Valentine's Day, February 14th, people can tell the truth without taking any responsibility.On New Year's Day, January 1, people can forget what their last name is. For students, New Year's Day is the most important holiday of the year. Most of the school's New Year celebrations are held on the 31st.On this day, when the teacher steps down from the high platform, the students can also stuff him with a lot of Hu Da melon seeds.The very interested gentleman scratched the student's nose, praised his number 31 as "all the year round", and was mischievous.The very happy student also coaxed him to sing a love song, just like the teacher squeezed his answer on weekdays, making it difficult for him, and made the students in the next class ask him with concern: "Who bullied you?" On this day, the boys try their best to look as flat as an adult, and the girls try their best to be shy and charming.The heavy flat and thick door is slightly opened, a little timid, a little pale, but there is something pure, beautiful, and helpless that I can't even think about, and I can't express it—two hearts that never get tired of seeing each other, three years There are only these three days, and there are only these three cards in three days, with one or two sentences written with obscure and tortuous meanings.

Greeting cards are a headache.If you don't send it, you look down on me, and if you don't send it, you hurt me.Giving greeting cards to each other is of course a matter between men and women. Papaya Qiongju, Tongguan Guiwen, a thousand-year-old custom.If it is between the same sex and has never seen someone with a heart in the market, it is inevitable to think of acquired immune syndrome (ADIS).Moreover, they are still unfamiliar with each other.Those who are acquainted mean dear and friendly. If the genders are different, you can find a place where there is no one to quarrel and have a fight.If the gender is the same, you can find a table, a bottle of beer, half a catty of vegetarian assorted vegetables, and have a great meal.No need for red tape.Only unfamiliar friends need formal respect the most.

There are so many New Year's cards and Valentine's cards on the market, like a kaleidoscope of patterns created by a few pieces of torn paper.They have one thing in common, they are too expensive for no reason.A thin piece of paper sells for two or three yuan. The first edition of "The Complete Works of Taibai" has all the mustards and tails.For the ancient sages and sages who clearly marked the price on the shelf of the bookstore, I shout, wronged.If someone gives you a gift, it is indecent to come and go, and you are absolutely ashamed not to give it back.As mentioned above, the other person must not be too familiar with the person, not to the point of not being able to distinguish between you and me.For me, I don't want to owe anyone anything.material or emotional.

Spend some time and save some money.In order to show respect for the predecessors and deep affection for the other party, I decided to do it myself. The ratio of length and width of white cardboard is determined according to the golden section, which is relatively folded.Then engrave two seals, one dragon, one male tiger, one side, one circle, one before and one after the seal, one with cinnabar and one with burnt ink, which coincides with the year of the tiger and the year of the dragon.It works fine.In imitation of Mao Zedong's guerrilla strategy, set the eight-character policy of gifting: "If you come and go, you don't come and you don't go."Don't treat people with one thing, don't take people with one thing, everyone will be even, and we will never make troubles.

The bulk purchases are ready, and there are many other things to do.During the New Year, the ancients had to pay homage to the ancestors and ancestors of the world, in order to eliminate disasters and disasters and bring good luck and prosperity in the coming year.So I bought a box of more than a dozen "Pandas" to share with you gentlemen, classmates who scolded you, and "friends" in the same dormitory—those female compatriots.The so-called "friendly people" are people who I look at her and smile, but she doesn't scold me face to face. Well said on the classroom wall:

You live on the road, I live at the end of the road, I miss you every day and don't see you, Drinking tap water together... We look up to see the same stars, walk side by side on the same land, live under the same sky, only one floor apart from each other, rise and lie together, sleep together and fly together, lying on the bed, isn't it you on my face The back of your head is your feet.I have to say that there is some fate. Of course, the classrooms for the New Year must be decorated.Hanging balloons, drawing on blackboards, lanterns, candles, crepe paper, these are naturally girls' affairs.Cakes, soft drinks, preserved fruits, melon seeds, girls don't trust boys' taste and honesty.Boys are also happy to be at ease.There are also two kinds of hardworking people, one is born and the other is forced.The second type of people just can't stand the idleness of others when they themselves are diligent.These old and delicate girls at home certainly belong to the second category.So it was decided to hold a masquerade party on New Year's Eve. The boys had to prepare a mask and learn to dance.Masquerade is mother's job.For those with younger sisters, pick them up, learn how to dance, turn around, and the floor trembles wildly, day and night.Gen 2 complained to me, saying that the eyes of the neighbors next door showed a look, as if they had glimpsed incest.Those who don’t have a younger sister are anxious to get angry, quick to gain wisdom, and pick up and turn around the classmates who have younger sisters.I can't ignore these things.Mask?That morning I lathered up and washed my face thoroughly.Dance?Naturally not, declared to the outside world: Do not do something.

As usual on the night of the 30th, the dormitory students would have a big meal and make noise all night.For breakfast and lunch, everyone ate as little as possible, or didn't eat at all, saving their stomachs for the evening dinner where each person donated ten yuan.Rice bowls, box lids, water cups, mouthwash cups, forks, knives, spoons, except for foot basins, all the containers that can be vacated are spread on the table, and a few extremely "hungry" people sit in a circle, Zhang Da mouth, waiting for the "veteran" who went out to purchase to come back. "Old Bird" is welcomed and worshiped like the Pope, and he is also smart, knowing that what everyone welcomes is not him, but what he brought back.Hand it over obediently, everyone is impatient and clumsy, and a piece of ham sausage that is less than half a catty can be cut into three slices at most.It's quite the pride of eating meat in large pieces and drinking in large bowls.Naturally, the food was too horrible to look at.I closed my eyes and munched. Without a mirror, there would be no ugly people. The sky of the blind is black.

Full and lustful.After dinner, we went to watch the video. The two of them were about to climax. Suddenly, the camera turned and the young man in the front row sighed: "Oh, fuck, it was almost there." —Rattling Xiaoyi □□□... (124 characters are deleted below)". It's tempting to let people imagine. When we got back to school, we were catching up with the girls on the second floor to bring us dumplings.This is of course an excuse.Modern psychological research tells us that people seldom do something out of one kind of motivation, but always like to use the easiest reason to describe the motivation of this thing.We haven’t been so confused as to point it out. Those who ate a bite say it’s light, this one says it’s less meat, and that one says that, I don’t think there are many dumplings. The girl who made dumplings fall from upstairs.She looked happy, as if praising me deeply.

There is nothing to give in return, so we invite them to "bow the pigs" and drink soda that has been secretly mixed with alcohol.They said it was unhygienic to push the black Q out with the forehead, and it was easy for us to play tricks and steal the black Q out, so that they would not be able to do it until dawn.Suggest a pillow, we said it doesn't matter. "Sichuan farmer aunt finds it difficult to sell pigs." "This time it's you again, the quadruple champion." "Successfully defended the title again." "You put the pillow on your head, and you behave like a big girl, much more refined, just like Princess Princess of the Manchu nationality."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and play your cards, and remember that a class brother is suffering." "Someone is giving me a sneak peek." "Sour, the pH value is infinitesimally small." Kiss back the jaw of the big beauty stuck to the wall. Occasionally, a comment came from the next door (that is, the toilet): "Why does it look like we are getting married and holding a funeral?" It was a foreign master who worked in the dining room, and he came out in the middle of the night to express his feelings.In this carnival night, I didn't see Huang Gen, nor Meng Xun.

The classroom is so beautifully arranged, according to the teacher's words: "It's a mess." In the middle of the classroom, there is a large flower ball and ribbons of various colors, which shoot out to the surroundings, like a luxury tent in Arabian Nights.The tables were taken out, the chairs formed a circle, a candle was distributed by one person, and thick curtains were drawn on the windows.Because there is a kind of beauty that can be better manifested at night, and Ye Hu doesn't like it the most, so they forbid night meetings, so we made one ourselves. A "tea bar" is set up in a corner of the classroom, and there is a big pot of tea, so it doesn't matter if you are full.According to legend, when the colleagues of the New Moon Club started, there was a rule that anyone could come to the club, including shaving their hair, bathing, and drinking beer, except playing cards and discussing politics.We are more lenient, and there is only one prohibition—— "Don't talk about state affairs" For students, state affairs related to themselves are exams.Immediately review after the new year, and after the review is over, the exam is unbearable.So don't spoil the good atmosphere today, and be greedy for a while. The girls are indeed much prettier.Even the head teacher, Mathematics Teacher Zhang, put on a sweater with a large pattern and sat uncomfortably.I secretly complimented her on the beautiful sweater, but she quickly told me that it was given by the school for the elderly disco performance.There was a strange shyness in the voice. The party officially started, eating, drinking, talking and performing.Those who have finished the performance have the right to order performances by those who have not performed. "Qiu Shui, come one." There was applause. "Let me make a point first. I really don't have a genius in this area. The only thing that the primary school teachers are proud of because of me is that I am tone-deaf like him. Other teachers said that it is fine for us to sing together, but in fact we still have to sing together." It won't work, because we both lack the same thing. So I'll give you a riddle, and whoever guesses it right in ten seconds will get a big prize...” "What award?" "A bunch of big candied haws." "Hey……" "Hey, how about the candied haws from 'Gourd King'?" "Stuffed? Red bean paste, walnut?" "certainly." "Okay, let's talk." "The riddle is: eight. The eight of the Eighth Route Army, hit a name that everyone here knows. Okay, let's start: ten, nine, eight, seven...two, one, zero. It's a pity, it seems that this bunch of candied haws I can only eat it myself." "Give me a hint?" "Okay, use the knowing method." A hand was raised, the one I expected. "Meng Xun, stand up and speak up." "Yellow root!" "Very correct, don't I need to explain? The candied haws are yours, go up to the stage to accept the award..." "Order the show." "Huang Gen, come one!" I gave a wink, and of course the little brothers booed loudly.Huang Gen stood up very shyly. For the first time, I felt that I was wicked.Huang Gen's face was very red, as red as... Peach blossom?Not so evil peach blossom. ...pork liver. "I, let me bow to everyone." Bow to heaven and earth. "I didn't see it, let's have another one." The second bowed to parents. There was applause. Rua announces the start of the masquerade.The students found a place to fix the candles in their hands, and put on masks one after another.We really have to admire our own imagination, from Oyad's to Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", from the Grimm's fairy tales to the mechanical monsters played by computers.A mask is the most interesting, with a few strokes, just like our chemistry teacher.It is a pity that the observation is not careful. Mr. Li has no teeth on the left side of the upper gum, so he drew the right side. I'm fine lo.I looked for a shade, and in my hand was a bottle of "five-star" beer in a small glass bottle. In the darkness, someone pressed the playback button of the tape recorder.A very soft and soft "Slow Four" overflowed from the machine.The tone is extremely heavy, extremely thick, and extremely greasy. It only flows slowly and silts under everyone's feet, like the best agarwood, without a trace of flying, seeping out of this room.The music overflows continuously, so there is a full and omnipresent honesty in the house.Every throw of foot, every movement of hand, every wave of gaze, every dimple of smile seems to be blocked by a kind of extremely softness, and it becomes more and more gentle.The whole body and mind seemed to be immersed in an extremely viscous liquid, and every move was so strange, so indescribable. Those who are connected with each other, smile, look at each other, nod their heads, and the two of them will both float in the river of music.What's more, it's the girl's boldness. She invites the boy from the seat, lets him dance with her, and clumsily tramples on her own feet. In this look, in this step, in this face, there is something I really want to express, and I feel tired of words.Words can only express the world we live in, but there is indeed a certain emotion that belongs to another world.When a person stands in the vast sky and looks up at the sky full of stars.Kneel down on one knee, and worship the sunset that is gradually sinking.Putting his hands together, the bell rang, and when the ethereal hymn came from a distance... His heart followed the bridge of feeling to a place that the feeling could never reach. My words are not capable of describing such places, nor are anyone else's.To be able not to say what you cannot say.The mistake of the modernists is that they cannot resist the temptation to express such things. The best words can only be a kind of bridge. People who write words build it, and people who read words can walk across time and space along it, to places where the author's heart has been, but can't be said.Let the reader's heart and the author's heart beat on the same beat, generating common feelings.Thereby achieving and successfully describing the common effect of that indescribable place. Readers, feel and think with my heart.I'll take you to all the interesting places it's been... Imagine, for the first time, holding your hand so tightly with another hand that's both the same and absolutely different.For the first time your body is so close to a body that belongs to another world.For the first time in your arms is a piece of limp flesh... The candlelight was flickering, my eyes were flickering, and my figure was flickering. I suddenly heard an extremely quiet, unusually holy, and slowly closed my eyes. "Mr., how can I invite you? Get up." Xu Pan walked over and said. "Didn't I declare that I wouldn't? I'm so sorry." "I teach you." "Aren't you afraid to step on it?" I raised my rhubarb leather shoes that kicked dead cows. "I specially changed into a pair of thick shoes." By the uncertain candlelight, I saw that she was wearing a pair of Puma slippers on her feet, which were really thick.Black leggings, a lake blue hip-length sweater, long hair coiled up in a rare place, extremely moist and fitting, like a large drop of black and purple, plump, faintly transparent grapes, thick in the back of the head. "It's beautiful." "Shouldn't it be simpler?" "Don't you cry when you step on it?" "Don't cry." Soon, I found that the three-step and four-step footwork is very simple.It is far less complex than the entry-level kung fu of Changquan - ten-way kick kicking.And the beat music point, negation of negation, wrong again and again is correct, so I don't go into it.Ignorance breeds fear, the fear disappears, and I am free again. "Don't keep looking at me like this, people don't dare to look up." "It smells good." "what?" "you." She stopped making a sound, turned her head to one side, and followed me blindly.My arms around her waist felt real, through the clothes, I could feel the elasticity, temperature and weight of her body. "Okay, I have learned, I should really thank you." "Don't sit down, you have learned, you haven't danced with me yet." "Okay, let's learn from them too and go around in circles." "How to turn." "Around my arm, you just turn around me. Turn and turn." As soon as I was proud of my turn, my foot turned to the leg of the chair and fell heavily.The back of my head, it's over, a generation of arrogance has withered.She was on top of me, so close that her breath caught her breath. "Did you hit it?" "You fell down and asked me?! Does it hurt?" "I see stars, gold, white, stars. It's so interesting, shall we get up and fall again, or just lie down?" The dance party was coming to an end, most of the candles had been smudged into a mess, and they were barely lit with yellow light.Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the corner I passed by, and Meng Xun was dissolved in the black shadow.The very soft and soft "Slow Four" came out again, and my heart moved, "Don't you have any courage at all? This is not self-esteem." "Meng Xun, can you do a dance, please?" "Didn't you dance very hard with her? Besides, I can't either." "I do not know either." "I'm going to step on your foot." "I stepped on you too, everyone is even." After jumping up, none of us stepped on anyone's feet.Looking around, I suddenly found a ridiculous problem. "Do you think it's not easy for us?" "?" "It's not easy for them to step on the spot every step of the way. Isn't it not easy for us to not step on the spot every step of the way?" The snow disappeared and the moon was gone, so I volunteered and stayed with a few classmates to clean up the battlefield. Meng Xun was also there.I told them that I found it easier to eat than to cook, and easier to destroy than to build, and one could get a strange kind of joy from swinging a big stick all the way down.Therefore, Mao Zedong is not as great as Zhou Enlai.Without Mao Zedong, the fire would not be able to burn on this rotten and imperishable block of wood in China, and without Zhou Enlai, it would be reduced to ashes.How fresh they say.I said but I still prefer Mao Zedong. We tore off ribbons, trampled balloons, and spoiled whatever food was left.After everything is done, it is already a month like a hook, and the sky is as cold as water.Meng Xun accompanied me to finally lock the door and put the key on the door frame. "Have you finished dividing up the New Year's cards you made?" "It's almost over." "Well then, this is for you. Happy New Year." "You don't like the greeting card I made?" "No, I like it, I like it very much. Everything you do is applauded, at least it makes people passable, otherwise you wouldn't do it." "yes?" "Usually you don't tell the truth or lie, and different people can hear different meanings. But as long as you tell lies, many people will believe it. When you are touched by the truth, many people will be moved and cry. " "yes?" "yes." "Then why don't you want a rebate?" "I don't want you to treat me like anyone else." 12 When I got home, there were two things I didn't want to do but had to do.One was Xu Pan's hands that were washed and held, and still smelled very fragrant.One is to open Meng Xun's card: a cluster of orchids owned by Xu Wenchang.A few lines of pen writing inside: there is a word that is often misused i don't want to abuse it anymore There is an emotion that is often underestimated how can you ignore it There is a hope that is too much like despair Be careful and can't crush it I only hope that the world really has the fruit of forgetting worries we can conquer the world I stand in the middle of the little house. "She loves me?" "She loves me." "She loves me!" Check the future lunar solar terms: Minor Cold, Great Cold, Beginning of Spring, Rain, Waking of Insects...