Embarrassing life

In fact, before I chose to enter this school, I was well prepared to bear the heavy work pressure, he made up his mind to prepare lessons and correct homework day and night, and even decided to spend all his time and energy to be a successful teacher. But what happened afterwards was totally beyond my expectation. At first, I received the task of drafting the relevant materials of the school fragmentary, perhaps to show my absolute obedience to the work arrangement, or to gain a firm foothold in this new working environment with a skill, maybe there was something to show off, so it seemed to be extremely hard, with a sharp head and exhausted mind. It turned and turned in the leader’s mind, searching for the dead intestines and trying to write the article reasonably, people read comfortable. The result of such efforts is that the task of receiving materials becomes more and more frequent, and sometimes I have to stop my own work including preparing lessons and correcting homework in class, and the instinctive work of eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, specially write those disposable words. It was already very late when I felt that it was difficult for me to take care of several aspects of work and to get away from the simple starting point where I was a good teacher. Tough rejection or any prevarication was no longer as simple as disobeying the work arrangement. Later, I ran around to find the printing department to spray countless promotional display boards, pictures and words on the display boards, graphic Design naturally became the stage for me to show my talent again. Of course, these efforts also gained some praise, praise and admiration. Once upon a time, they became an expert figure, because sometimes even a painting hanging on the wall of the toilet, I need to design and make a few words by myself. Every day I was so busy that I walked home like a group of soft dishes. It was hard to avoid complaining. At this time, my wife had a very classic saying: A slave is a talent! I don’t know whether it is mocking or comforting. In short, my heart is not feeling. After several years of tossing, sometimes thinking carefully, the idea of being a successful teacher is still so strong, especially every time when facing his mediocre teaching results, besides that kind of desire, there is also deep guilt for students and themselves. Because being a good teacher is, after all, the conscience that I have always adhered to for more than 20 years since I was admitted into a normal university! Once upon a time, whenever the principals and directors gave me tasks such as writing materials, a nameless fire rose in my heart. Sometimes I couldn’t help venting: I am not working! Why should I write those materials? Indeed, I don’t even have the rank of office secretary or officer till now. My official identity is a science teacher of two classes in grade two of senior high school, it undertakes the same teaching tasks as other teachers. But after the fire came out, what should I do and what should I do? The materials were not written less at one time. However, it was a bad reputation that only when I was determined did I let go. The teasing of the leaders after meeting revealed their dissatisfaction with me, and also showed their greatest tolerance of adults regardless of scumbags. Now, I am so busy, and it seems that I am becoming numb day by day. Unexpectedly, I just want to finish the work at hand as soon as possible, one after another, and don’t let these trivial things bother me. During the day, I prepared lessons and corrected my homework. I had a little spare time between classes, smoking, drinking tea, talking to others about NBA, Saddam and so on. Coming home from work is the hardest time for me. My body stooped into a lobster and buried myself in front of the computer, from my exhausted mind, I dug out the words for leaders or units to consume one time one by one until late at night; Sometimes my head seemed to be filled with mud, so I had to endure hard until dawn. If a thief wants to attack my home at night, he may need to be more patient than me, because in the community where I live, the whole building, even the whole community, only the lights in my window often stay out all night. There was a man, a teacher, who blushed his eyes and was doing a job unrelated to teaching without sleep and food. That was his hard work in his embarrassing life. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Years, I accompany you to wander around the world

I don’t know whether it is the snowy season or the day when Pear petals are flying all over the sky. I just have a mood that has nothing to do with beliefs and joys and sorrows approaching my 19-year-old! End those feelings and those happy wandering, years, I will accompany you to wander around the world and start our new wandering! Dawn held a grand funeral for the dream. Oriental White told me to be a happy person from tomorrow. For life, I should apologize, because I am not a competent poet, I am not as generous as a poet, free and easy as a poet, and innocent as a poet; For nature, I should also apologize, because I am not a pure child, I don’t have the simplicity of a child, the spirituality and innocence of a child; As for the road, I should apologize more, because I am still not a firm Walker, I don’t have the perseverance, straightness and responsibility of walkers. I should have grown up at the age of 19. I accidentally said that day: After my 19th birthday, I will grow up and be a good person. I also amused my second sister. In fact, I am serious. I am should learn to change roles in life. The scene of life is grand and spectacular. I can’t always hide in the arms of love and play the role of a child. Taking the footprints behind me and counting the joy and tears, I know that if I were still a child, it would only be the child of my parents. However, what about a hundred years later? After all, in this world, I am just a child of nature, the dust of the universe, those seemingly hypocritical lofty, almost weak dignity, naive persistence and crazy pursuit. How many pounds are there? What society gives a child is only false sympathy and comfort. I don’t need any reason to grow up, so I want to grow up well. What do I know at the age of 19? There were only two footprints in a long road, which had been in the world of mortals and dreams all the time. The temple outside the world of mortals provides a tempered childlike innocence, and the palace in the world of mortals maintains a detached mood. With this childlike innocence and this kind of mood, I will accompany my years to the end of the world. Every life is a passer-by in the world. Fate is the collision between one sand and another, the intersection between One Direction and another, and the lingering between a gust of wind and another gust of wind, the combination of a poem and another poem, the overlap of one footprint and the other footprint is simply like a cloud root, a gust of wind running away to the treetop, what is precious is like a leaf becoming a fossil when it is worn. I don’t want to be a traitor in the world of mortals, let alone an enemy in my heart. No matter what I have met or what I will meet in the future, my heart is full of plot needs. After all, a really large world is a grand theater! Happiness and joy, sorrow and sadness, everything is far and near, and the mood is clear and dark, who can smell the meaning of a drop of fate? Isn’t it good to be free, free and free? Cars transport a body to another place, while hometown plants a dream in her land. I deeply love the people in my hometown, and the dream of my hometown also loves my hometown. Hometown is a collection of various moods. I string them together and dye them with the color of rainbow. After the rain, I won the Sun, sweet, bitter, hypocritical, sincere and thick, light, clear and turbid tears all danced in the wind, dancing into the gentle color of the White Dragon River. My love has never changed, but my memory can only stay in my appearance before I was 18 years old. I regret that I didn’t remember those busy or quiet streets and lanes, and those famous or nameless flowers and grasses on the roadside, I didn’t remember the appearance of those small bridges made of stone or wood. Now, I warm my memory with those famous bridges, while those nameless bridges can only warm them with my memory. I don’t think about it, because I have my strength. Being strong, being strong is just a gesture, a farfetched explanation for mood. Is it another expression of ignorance? There is no need to verify. Anyway, I will wander with the years, let everything be precipitated, purified, and made into a deep fossil or glittering amber! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Smoke heart ink rain emotional fly

You are just an ordinary white cloud with a little loneliness and unruly; You are just a little light rain with ink-dyed emotions; You are a simple and simple piece of white paper, I smeared my colorful life like a child. You have romantic feelings and dreams that you want to fly in the blue sky; You have slight sadness and shallow sadness, and you have the sigh that the moon shines on the Xuan window and the flowers fall all over the ground. You are the cloud, rain and smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy your mind all the time. You came from ancient times, infecting the ink charm of Tang Poetry and Song poetry and yuan song; You came from the arena of swords and swords, carrying a wave of heroic wind that women would not let their eyebrows go; You came from the fishing and firewood restaurant, after splashing wine, the pleasant scenery of the Green Mountains and the bright moon and the slight upturn of the lips are humorous in the world; You are wandering in the artistic conception of the Spring River and the moon, slowly strolling into the song lyrics and Yi ‘an Jushi, miserable and pitiful. People were thinner than yellow flowers; Turned around and jumped into the small bridge and Flowing Water family. You are very confident about yourself, and you dare to expose your appearance which is not unique; You dare to tell the truth and never know what to hide, actually you don’t need to hide anything. It is open and broad-minded, and easy to smear. You hate intrigue and intrigue, and you hate the last two faces of people who are hypocritical. You like innocence and innocence, and you like the heart as white and flawless as gold. As for love, what you pursue is: if you love her, you must love her deeply; Devote all your sincerity and tolerate all the advantages and disadvantages of the other party. Murmured in her ears with heart, gently sucking the lips; The eyes were as deep as moonlight. You will lightly pick up sheep for your lover in your heart, splash ink one after another beautiful romantic poems full of your true feelings, as well as a touch of melancholy and deep thoughts. Fragrance is like a dream, friendship is like a song. The friendship accompanying everyone’s life is equally important in your heart. Look at Marx and Engels, look at the Peach Garden three sworn, look at the Jingke thousand years fight; Gao Jianli river beat fou and sing, as well as the famous ji bu Hanging Sword; it explains the sincerity, loyalty and greatness of friendship. You said, if I am friends with the King, I will never press the sword for the minister all my life. You never know how to deal with others and have strategies. You always hurt others unintentionally. This can’t work. It’s better to practice in the penitent hole! Remember, you are just a very ordinary person. You said, no one has the right to ask everyone to like you; I appreciate this sentence. You said, respect the strong and treat the weak well. You said, do yourself well and manage yourself well. You hope everyone can live in harmony, and you like the warm and loving world. You said to your heart, in my love, though I stumbled and was full of thorns; I was not afraid of hope, and I would never turn back for the sake of my heart, even if it was a sharp knife tearing up the skin and cutting off the bone marrow. Just because I believe that the flesh-and-skin parting will certainly show the joy after a long separation. I love you, you are the warm and gentle wind, accompanying me without complaint or regret to see off the Sunset and welcome the morning glow, listening to the melodious morning bell and drum with me. Who are you? Who is you? You are me, I am you, you have me, I have you. The smoke and cloud are filled with rain, and the mood flies by the window in summer. It is said that sometimes it is necessary to have it in your destiny, and you must not force it in your destiny. There is no one right or wrong in love, only the noisy world gossips. Your own destiny your own love is your own decision, why listen to others’ spitting and pointing fingers? Love is love, what about you? Can harm me! Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…