Chapter 11 extra translation

That year, for a whole month of August, you became an out-and-out Don Quixote. After slashing and killing desperately, you were exhausted, only to realize that what you were fighting with just now was just a squeaky broken plane. windmill.So you laughed at yourself and said that you did a summer homework. You were under twenty-one at that time.It is the season when you are young and can be frivolous. It is sad to rent out one's head to others as a racecourse for their thoughts, and it is painful to try to guess other people's thoughts and rewrite them with your own pen, but you feel that you are not at a disadvantage.

At least, you have learned to make plans for yourself, set a schedule, learn to look up information and do "study", you have learned to flip through the dictionary quickly, you know that I is followed by J, and you know how to muddle through, cover up loopholes, and play tricks .You understand that it is neither difficult nor difficult to do something seriously, as long as you calm down. Look at the notes taken from the many references, and you feel happy from the bottom of your heart.Now you have the taste of knowledge.It is true that a person should steal a fruit when he is young.

Agatha Christie is a master at making up stories. Her handling of details and her planning of the overall structure can never be appreciated without analyzing and deliberating word by word. Fortunately, I had this opportunity.You chewed her delicately.You think this dish is delicious. She didn't lie, "I believe that God created Poirot with the express intention of intervening." Hercule Poirot, the name must come from Hercules, the creator of the twelve heroic deeds in Greek and Roman mythology, the son of Zeus.Now you've deciphered the so-called God's explicit intentions - that he sent that little old Belgian bachelor down to wipe out the Augean Stables that haven't been wiped out for three thousand years.

But in this way, the light of life knighthood awarded by the Queen of England is suddenly eclipsed in your mind.Christie turned out to be a weak ordinary woman who needed to be rescued by a self-created idol.Poirot was her biggest and most beautiful dream—that's all. The summer when you were busy developing the Sinicized operating system for Mr. Poirot was a step towards your maturity.You have just returned from searching for poems on the beach, and you have just rationally returned a piece of warmth to the bright northern sky, trying to re-enter the peace and quiet, and found that the silence in front of the desk can make up for everything.

So you start to let the desk lamp accompany you to spend hot nights one after another, watching the darkness outside the window gradually go away with satisfaction, and letting the light of the sky quietly flow into your heart when night and day alternate. In those days, you were torturing yourself, but you were also enjoying yourself! Overdose, a word worth pondering.