Chapter 17 sad moment

------------ sad moment ------------ The day of primary school graduation is getting closer. At that time, elementary school graduation ceremonies had certain procedures.Generally, it is always like the indoor dramas on TV stations, advancing and retreating gracefully, with a slightly sentimental sentiment.As usual, the beginning is the headmaster's speech, wishing and exhorting the graduates to have a bright future and to do things for themselves, etc. It's a cliché.Then came the formal and general speeches of the guest representatives, and the reply speeches of the graduate representatives.Then, with the accompaniment of the organ, the graduates sang:

The high mountain looks up, the grace of my teacher... Then the fifth graders sang the farewell song: Students at work, learn from each other like my sister, like my brother ... Finally, everyone sang the graduation song. At this time, some girls will definitely start crying.Before that, I had to read the speech in the name of the boy representative.The head teacher wrote the answer and handed it to me, and asked me to copy it neatly, and read it on stage when the time comes.As for the content of the answer, it can be scored 100%. It is all copied from chapters and sentences in self-cultivation textbooks, and it reads dryly.Especially when I saw the paragraph praising the kindness of the teacher with piles of gorgeous rhetoric, I couldn't help but glance at the head teacher.For, as I mentioned before, this gentleman and I hate each other and have a bad relationship.He actually asked me to praise my teacher in a nasty way, and express my heartfelt pain of parting. What kind of teacher is such a teacher!He can actually praise his achievements so much, whitewash and dress up his actions so much, what is hidden deep in the heart of this kind of person?

With a feeling of creepiness, I returned home with the draft of the speech he handed me.I thought to myself, this is the last time I will deal with him, I have no choice but to obey.So I found the best roll paper and wrote it.My brother stood behind me and watched intently. After copying, I read it silently to myself.At this time, my brother said: "Show me!" He picked up the original and looked at it, crumpled it up and threw it out. "Xiao Ming, don't read it!" Startled, I was about to speak.He said, "Isn't it just reading the speech? I'll write it for you, and you read what I wrote."

I thought that would be great.But when I think of such a teacher, he must show him the copy, so I can't do this. As soon as I said this, my brother immediately said: "At that time, you can copy the answer he wrote and show it to him. Before the ceremony, you put the one I wrote in it in advance, and read this at that time." The reply written by my brother was extremely spicy.It scolded the old habits of primary education, laughed at the teachers who practiced such bad habits, and said that we graduates who got rid of their various shackles used to be like a nightmare, and now we are free to dream interesting dreams Yes, and so on.This was revolutionary at the time.

I read it with great joy.Unfortunately, I don't have the courage to read this speech. Thinking about it now, if you read it, the principal, all the teachers, and all the guests will be in exactly the same state as Gogol's "Imperial Envoy" at the end of the curtain. I must not forget that among the guests at that time was my father, dressed in a frock coat and dignified.As for the head teacher, when the ceremony was about to be held, he not only checked my transcribed speech, but even asked me to read it aloud in front of him.My brother's reply to me is still in my pocket - it is not impossible to change it temporarily.

I went home after the ceremony.Father said: "Xiao Ming, today's speech is quite good!" My brother naturally understood how I did it from my father's words, so he smiled at me. I am ashamed.I admit that I am a coward. In this way, I graduated from Kuroda Elementary School. The cap emblem of Kuroda Elementary School is wisteria. I think this is probably because there is a big wisteria trellis in the yard.When Kuroda was in elementary school, my good memories are only the flowers of the wisteria, Mr. Tachikawa, and Keinosuke Uedakusa.Later, Zhicao entered Jinghua Commercial Middle School, and I went to Jinghua Middle School.