Chapter 25 Chapter 1 Madagascar (2)

Marty could no longer find the boy's back in the bustling crowd on Chongqing South Road, but she seemed to look back and see her hesitation when she was young.In the lively music of the fast food restaurant, Marty opened each newly bought book and wrote down the date of the day on the title page.There are two days left before the university entrance exam. How many young souls have been imprisoned on this day of the exam?How many utilitarian-oriented people have been dominated by people who have been chosen a way out before they know how to choose?Marty ate some chips and drank half a Coke, but he couldn't get over the boy's face in pain and anger.

Now Marty opened her book again.These books are not the same.They were not textbooks, and even in college no one advised Marty to read them.These books are not healthy, you'd better focus on your handouts!Marty seemed to hear her seniors suggest this.The healthy ones are the textbooks compiled for the test papers, and Marty spent a teenager digesting them with enthusiasm, and at the same time felt the burning indigestion in his life. In this crowded city, the so-called way out is too narrow and desolate.After passing through it, one has to endure the narrowing and miniaturization of thinking that is difficult to reverse.Marty can't forget the face of the boxing boy, as well as his restraint and confusion when he was eighteen years old when he faced the exam.She finally thought of her little brother next door, Ma Nan who was about to face the entrance exam in thirteen hours.

Marty got up and went to Ma Nan's room, and saw the back of the younger brother sitting in front of the desk.He noticed someone at the door from the side, and saw Marty waving at him, and said softly, "Come on, we'll make it through in two more days!" Not wanting to disturb the younger brother's final sprint, Marty turned around and was about to leave when he heard Ma Nan shout: "Sister." Marty turned back and smiled softly at Ma Nan, a smile like a sister.Ma Nan has grown so big, really big, that even the voice calling her has changed from a childish voice to a rough voice of a young man.Ma Nan looked at her with expectation, and Marty walked into his room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Read it all?" Marty asked.She saw that Ma Nan's desk was tidy. There was a large stack of handouts on the desk, and all the textbooks were neatly placed on the bookshelf.Compared with Marty's chaos on the eve of the college entrance examination, the younger brother seems to be much calmer. "Sister." Ma Nan called out again.From his expression, there was no sign of fatigue or tension, and Marty noticed a starry constellation of tiny pimples on his forehead. "Ok?" "Do you remember how you felt before the entrance exam?" "Well, I'm quite nervous, but I'm so nervous that I don't have time to panic. I can only say that it's messy. The day before the joint exam, all the study plans were messed up. I can only catch what I can read, and I feel like I'm betting on a bet. .”

"I'm asking about your real mood, aren't you depressed?" "Depression is there. Who likes to memorize and read those boring things? Especially when you read something that even you think is stupid, but this depression lasts for so long. By the day before the entrance exam, it is no longer important. , turned into a feeling of willingness to go to the exam. Do you understand? Since there is no way, the system is like this, then rush over and exchange all your efforts for the price, and you can’t study for three years in vain.” "But why don't I think so?" Ma Nan rested his elbows on the table, his eyes were blank, "Sister, can you close the door for me? Lock it."

Marty did.Ma Nan leaned over and fumbled in the bottom drawer of the desk, took out a pack of cigarettes, and looked at Marty questioningly. She shook her head, and Ma Nan lit a cigarette, using the empty bottle of chicken essence as an ashtray. "I feel that my depression has reached its peak today." Ma Nan said, he skillfully inhaled the cigarette deeply into his lungs, slowed down, and then exhaled the smoke. "Sister, don't you think this kind of life is meaningless? A person's life is only a few decades, and the best time of youth should be when it is very wild and unrestrained, but we are tied to the desk, in addition to endorsing or endorsing, I do my homework when I don’t memorize it. I will pass the exam, I know, but who will compensate me in these young years? The problem is that this problem does not only happen to me, almost everyone is the same, everyone is miserable, in the richest In the age with the most emotional dreams, I endured the already serious restlessness in adolescence. Day after day, I squeezed my nose and swallowed these textbooks raw. Everything is reversed. The book says that everyone is so depressed. I doubt that we can form What a wonderful society."

"But not all the textbooks you read are only used for exams. Think about it, how important is English proficiency? It can help you travel abroad. Mathematics is also very good. You will be inseparable from life every day in the future. Open mathematics. History, the historical textbooks after chronology are very boring, but they provide you with a basic perspective of the world. In the future, you can develop your own views and criticisms on every event in the world. Even chemistry It’s not a waste of reading, if you don’t understand the principle of acid-base neutralization, you may lose a lot of adaptability in life, won’t you?”

"It sounds like an adult's argument." Ma Nan said, "It's an easy-to-follow argument that adults come up with to coax children to be obedient. But in fact it is not like this. Mathematics is very important, and even shopping for vegetables is difficult if you don't understand mathematics, but if I don't want to be a mathematician, so what does it mean to me to read the word sin2α=2sinαcosα all day long? I like history, but I would rather read historical novels, and I don't want to recite Zheng He's voyages to Nanyang seven times, six times in Ming Dynasty and one in Ming Dynasty During the Xuanzong era of the Ming Dynasty, of course I memorized them all. As for the Chinese language, please tell me which generation Liu Yiqing was from and which state he served as an official? Can’t you tell? You may not even remember what he wrote. , Then you didn’t memorize those things just for the exam? I know you are very good at writing poems, but I ask you which seven are the seven sons of Jian’an? Which thirteen classics are the thirteen classics? Which six are the six talents? Have these ever played a role in your creation? This world is absurd. Adults say we make a set of things as a standard, and then compare the performance of others to determine your future, and then everyone says one, two, three and start to memorize. Six years, You are nothing but a memorizing machine, and the things you memorize are so far away and irrelevant to you, think about it, isn't this a big joke that everyone conspired to play on yourself?"

"It's not just that, Ma Nan. Some things are very hard to memorize, and you seem to throw them away after the exam. You will wonder what is the use of memorizing them. Like the Seven Sons of Jian'an, I can only tell Kong Rong and Wang Can now." Two, but the point is not to memorize all of them, but the cultural upbringing you are immersed in when you read that chapter, which more or less forms a common language between you and other people, a common understanding of cognition Resources. I think these are very important." "It's an adult's argument again. Since it's a matter of cultural upbringing, why don't you make the textbook more appealing? There are outlines and key points everywhere, without any emotion, and then you are asked to recite it. This is not eating raw What is it? I can agree with the purpose of cultural upbringing, but the process is too rigid. For the joint entrance exam, we almost wiped out the naive creativity in our hearts, so what kind of culture can we have in the future?"

"So, you are against the entrance examination system?" "I don't know." Ma Nan shook his head, "I really don't know. The joint entrance examination is a cruel but convenient method. Everyone in the university is overcrowded. Since the supply exceeds the demand, it is natural to select and eliminate. It's just that the selection criteria are too superficial. I have a good friend, everyone says he is a genius, he can write and sing, but he can't endorse, so he is doomed to be a failure in front of the entrance exam, a bad product, a Return. I don’t even know if he will take the exam tomorrow, but I know that the door to university will not be opened for him. It’s very contradictory. I think he is the smartest person I know. In front of the entrance exam, But no one cares about this.