Chapter 115 Because of the buried voice (2)

I wrote back to her, saying that her letter was full of blood and tears, and it was the most thought-provoking question.This is still the situation in the key middle school in Haidian District, Beijing. I was doing surgery in the 301 Hospital. There was a 10-year-old patient from the countryside of Hebei. When he talked about school life with me, it was really shocking!The endless study pressure of being beaten and scolded is unimaginable.He wrote a letter a few days ago, saying that his eyesight had plummeted and he had already put on glasses.I tried my best to find out the reason for Xiao C's suicide, but I couldn't see any such news from the media.It is said that because the teacher wronged

In vain for her to plagiarize, Xiao C took a chemical from the laboratory and drank it to prove herself. When the belated ambulance took her to the hospital, she was already dead.I have a lot of thoughts. I admire her because of her unyielding, because of her stamina, she wants to prove her innocence to the teacher, but unfortunately, the price is too high.I believe that the teacher's injustice is by no means accidental, it is the result of accumulation over and over again.The fire of unyielding rage had been simmering for too long for this tragedy to occur.Our elementary school teachers all know that she was a good student with excellent academic performance since she was a child, and she is also very good at sports. Please think about it, what kind of people who can study in the experimental class of the High School Attached to Peking University have good grades?They are suffering.It is less than two months before the high school entrance examination, why are so many people unable to persist in such a short path?They are unbearable limits, they are enduring unbearable pain, the friends around me are the proof, and there are thousands of people that I can't see.

They are suffering. I, a cancer patient lying on a hospital bed, have attracted the envy of my classmates instead? !for what?I am sick, the sick is the body, they are sick, the sick is the mind, their pain is a thousand times more painful than mine.I am looking at thousands of faces with my own eyes.When I was sick, I realized the preciousness and rareness of health.I'm trying to live, but someone is trying to die.This is my greatest sorrow.A little C died, and there are many other dead lives that I don't know about.My friends are working so hard, the ultimate goal is to enter a good university, Peking University should be the ideal choice!And so what?Isn't there a "proud woman of heaven" who gave up her life after reaching the pinnacle of hope?After more than ten years of studying hard in the cold window and fighting at night with lamplights for more than ten years, he finally managed to die.Not worth it!and also!and also!My classmates, how determined are they to make the decision to suspend school?How many times will there be looking forward and backward, and how many nights of tossing and turning without sleep.When they had to stop their progress, how much torture had they suffered physically and mentally?They didn't die like Little C, but their souls were also suffering.

They are suffering. I spent two birthdays in the hospital, 14 years old and 15 years old. On my 14th birthday, I was in a state of anxiety. That was the period when the disease followed me most closely. No one knew if I would survive until the next birthday. When the next birthday finally comes, the will is dark and the flowers are bright, and everyone is full of hope for the future.And what about them?I asked them to sum up their current life in one sentence, and the answers they got were that there was no sun without the sun; !It sounds like a complaint, but how much pain is there?It's a joke, but the taste in it, whoever understands it!

I poured out my nostalgia for the dead friend, and expressed my grievances to the suffering friend. Wouldn't the article title be for the lost life or for those classmates who suffered?No, the death of the students who committed suicide like Little C is their personal sorrow; my friends are exhausted to take the exam, which is also an inevitable thing in this environment.But once the dead are dead, no one mentions them, and they are forgotten since then; the living still blindly continue the "advance" of "mountain climbing and treasure hunting", which is the tragedy of everyone.I grieve because my friend's face is first pained and then numb, I grieve because the passing of life is just something people talk about in their spare time, I grieve because nothing has changed, I grieve because I have nothing but grieve.Please listen to it!Because of that buried voice!