Snake fans fog

After the night self-study, the campus gradually calmed down under the moonlight. A full moon shined the campus in the countryside like day. Several of our teachers on duty were chatting at the gate of the school. Suddenly, there was a scream in the girl’s dormitory. After a while, teacher Zhang, the girl’s counselor, ran down, tell me that several students in our class found snakes in the dormitory, and let our teacher on duty have a look. The girls’ dormitory is on the third floor, and the second floor is the electronic classroom and laboratory. When several of our teachers went up with handlamps and sticks, we saw all the girls crowded in the corridor talking in horror. Not only our class, but also the students beside the female bedroom were shocked, around there. I suspect that it was a student’s joke. If the snake was put up to scare the students, it was probably a simulated toy snake. If it was found out, it must be criticized. This joke was too much, it not only influences the rest of the students, but also causes such a big panic. If the students are frightened, it will not be an ordinary violation of discipline. I asked my classmates to calm down and tell the story in detail. The first thing they found was Lu Mengting, who was near the window. She said she was tidying up the quilt after she went back to the dormitory, turning her head accidentally, she found a snake shaking outside the window with its head held high on the back window and her tongue stretching out. She was so scared that her mother ran out with her head covered by the quilt, because the moonlight was very bright, several students saw it nearby. After listening to the student’s narration, my heart was also raised. In case it was really a snake, the glass of the window was opened with a large seam, which could easily crawl in, but I also thought that it couldn’t be a snake. Although it was spring, the snake had ended its hibernating, but most of the activities were in summer and autumn. Another snake liked the humid environment, and the building was so high, it is impossible for snakes to climb the third floor from the ground. I speculated whether it was an illusion. I told the story of a bow, a snake, and a shadow of a rope or something reflected by the electric rod light or Moonlight indoors. But we looked out of the window, the image of the snake can not be seen from all angles after being lit and turned off. No matter how I explained it, I couldn’t eliminate the fear of my classmates. I still squeezed in the corridor and refused to go back to the dormitory to have a rest. In order to further dispel the concerns of the students, several of our teachers moved the bed once, and asked the instructors to shake the quilts one by one. There was still no trace of snakes, However, there was still no clue after the investigation. Seeing it was eleven o’clock, no explanation could help, but students could not be forced to sleep, even after going to bed, the students could not rest without the snake shadow. At this time, I really hoped that a snake could come out, and then I broke it into thousands of pieces on the spot to eliminate the fear in the students’ hearts, but where can I catch snakes? I had no choice but to let my classmates disperse to other classes first, and then find a way to deal with it until dawn. The dense mist of the snake image enveloped my heart in the low generation, almost sleepless all night. How can there be snakes? Snake come from? Although I dare to conclude that it was definitely not a snake, How could some students explain it when they saw it with their own eyes. If it is really a snake, where is it now? How did it climb up the window? How to comfort the frightened and panic hearts of the students if you don’t get out of the blue. At dawn the next day, I ran to the back of the bedroom to find out. After arriving at the building, I saw the cement floor behind the building. There was no weeds, let alone a snake hole. Looking up at the wall, it was as smooth as oil. Even if there were snakes, it was impossible to climb up the third floor unless the snakes had wings. In the morning, after I finished my class, I asked the students to do test exercises, and the mist of the Snake shadow spread over my mind quietly. I strolled to the window and looked out of the window to meditate, struggling for the answer to the Snake shadow. Suddenly, a sparrow flew over and landed on the back window of the classroom. The frame under the window just covered the sparrow’s legs, and the Sparrow’s head and neck were exposed, it jumped around on the windowsill while shouting, Looking from a distance, it is not like a shaking snake head. I asked my classmates to stop writing softly and turned around to observe the sparrows outside the window. At first, the students couldn’t understand it. I said that sparrows were the snakes that had troubled us all night. Because the moonlight was bright yesterday, and the bedroom was lit again, the sparrow flew over and fell on the windowsill. The Moonlight was bright but it was still at night, and the lower part of the sparrow was covered by a window frame, I only saw my head and small neck, and suddenly saw that it was really a snake shaking my head. Everything was caused by sparrows, which made my classmates not have a good rest all night, but also a false alarm, damn Little Sparrow! After listening to my analysis, my classmates also laughed. The horror of the Snake shadow immediately blew away the wind and fog. I immediately told my classmates that they should calm down and observe carefully when encountering problems, and don’t be confused by the superficial illusion Mali sloppy. It is impossible for a snake to climb the smooth wall to the third floor unless it has wings, the sparrow has wings, but it is not a snake. The study of students should also be like this. Only by observing and thinking carefully can we blow away the wrong Snake shadow and find out the real answer Sparrow. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Soft Time

That night, I suddenly woke up and saw the moonlight shining over half of the room. A thin curtain of light was floating in front of the bed quietly like gauze. Looking out of the window, a round moon was hanging on the horizon. Its circle, its brightness surprised people inexplicably. Later I remembered that it was fifteen. In fact, there are fifteen every month, not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I gradually forgot that I thought that only the Mid-Autumn Festival can see such a round and bright moon here, which has been chaotic for so long, in fact, I forgot life, and life naturally forgot me. Counting the days, it didn’t take long to come here. The cherry in the garden blossomed, fruited and matured. It seemed that it was still yesterday. I have only been here for five months, and I don’t know much about it, there are not many places to go, and it seems to be in a hurry every day. Everything in the past seems to be gradually getting far away. 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Some things are hard to change, just like when I was in college, I can still play live, play some military flags, or stay online, does one have to let go of the past when he is mature? Once when I came back in the evening, I saw a group of children sliding ice around several rows of colored plastic cones at a place on Beijing Road, and several children were standing still in a row wearing roller skates, maybe I am practicing the sense of balance. Standing beside them were several fatong trees, waving green sleeves quietly in the summer night wind, looking at these happy children. There are several stars hanging in the corner of the sky ahead, flashing, maybe the one I know. The summer night in my memory should have twinkling stars, flickering fireflies, paper fans painted with mountains and rivers or figures, several cicadas, and those classic TV plays. 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