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Is it because I like literature or myself?

[Introduction] If a friend is so sincere, he must call my brother. Of course, he can’t refuse. If the younger brother of a beautiful woman also had sincerity, I would certainly treat her equally and spare no effort to open my eyes and reply.

Article 538 I have written a lot of essays in recent years. Think about it carefully. Is it because I like literature to write articles from the beginning at such an age? Think carefully, No. If it is because I like literature, I must read many literary works and forget to eat and sleep, but I don’t. I am always infatuated, at least my wife makes comments like this. However, I am not addicted to reading but to writing. I asked myself: What is the purpose of writing articles? Answer: I like myself rather than literature. I like writing down myself in the article, writing down what I have done, done, thought, seen and heard in my whole life, or writing down my own ideas, my own and so on. Therefore, just writing articles instead of reading articles causes sleepless sleep. Why do I seldom read articles but like to write articles? In a word: don’t feel unhappy when you hold it in your stomach. In another essay, it is said that the character of being silent for a lifetime and the feelings of decades seem to fill every cell and pore, the last days of life can reveal all the feelings of more than 70 years, which is a great happiness! It is said that the essay “I have three chief editors and sisters” caused a burst of calm water. I don’t believe it very much, but I can’t believe it all, because I did find some abnormal signs: This article was canceled after being refined. I never care about essence and excellence. Adding essence or not, or canceling adding essence is just like eating, drinking, pulling and scattering. It doesn’t matter. I don’t know about editing, but it is the first time for me to do such a thing. It is a little strange to hear that. Curl his. I seldom post again, one of the reasons is that the words are too small and difficult. Now that Wei Lan could not care about the small words, I wrote these words after thinking about it: Support to cancel the essence, and support to cancel the excellence, I really really mean it. I never cared about these, but only wrote for feeling, expressing and releasing. Now that it has been published, I have already felt, expressed and released, which is enough. People who enter the 78-year-old threshold don’t care about this. They just want to pour all their feelings out quickly. Thank you for your concern for this essay. To explain, I don’t reply very much because I am not lofty. There is nothing to be lofty. I just want to save some eyesight and write more about myself. There is really nothing worthy of my lofty spirit. I am a student in writing skills. When I was a beginner, a chief editor’s younger sister often corrected some words or punctuation marks for me. I used to oil myself in a short essay, calling myself a newborn old calf: holding a thousand jin pen, stepping into the literary world; Regardless of sadness and happiness, laughing into a chapter. Newborn old calf, chatting young crazy; Looking for fun thousands of Baidu, suddenly smiled. I am an ordinary person without airs. I will answer several sentences when my child calls his grandfather good. He is a good child, a good child and a good classmate. Of course, I also have a strange habit. I like to look down upon those who look down upon me. For them, no matter how high my status is, I am extremely arrogant. If the opposite side welcomes me, unexpectedly, I didn’t respond as if I saw a telegraph pole. I don’t have any knack, and of course I don’t have any backer, that is, I just have nothing to ask for. Since I have nothing to ask for, I have nothing to lose, and I have nothing to fear. I know that I am a few pounds and a few taels, and I will never lose my head even if I am flattered by others. As for the recognition of several editor-in-chief sisters, they were deeply influenced by their enthusiasm and sincerity, and they shouldn’t refuse to accept them. What can I do from them. I regard them as children, but they are willing to call them elder brothers. If they are required to call them uncles and uncles, wouldn’t they be mistaken for I am relying on the old and selling the old. Others call me grandpa, and I accept it calmly. Call it, polite and polite. There are many titles on the internet. I am glad to accept my elder brother, elder brother, elder brother, elder brother, elder brother, old Yun, teacher and grandfather one by one. There is also a netizen from Ma Daha, even called me an old sister. One of the comments said: the current popularity is related to so many talented beauty editors in original, The meaning is Hehe, let’s not talk about it. This I can neither. I don’t have the ability to judge what other people think. As far as I am concerned, I have no mind to know whether the chief editor is a beautiful woman or not. It is not clear whether he is a male or a female. The net name is always confusing, I didn’t think about the leisure. Actually count beauty is a matter of opinion. Now calling beautiful women is a trend, and it is also polite, respectful and polite. I never call others beauties. If they are really beautiful, it is not easy to call them frivolous. If they are not beautiful, it is like sarcasm and ridicule, so I never use such a name. I have seen the photos of the two chief editors and sisters, but I have never called them beauties. In the essay “I have three editor-in-chief Sisters”, I wrote something like this: when I saw the wedding photo of a editor-in-chief sister more than 20 years ago in QQ, I said something pretty! I don’t understand how this sentence could attract so many reverie. For example, there is a post written like this: the author just doesn’t want to talk to me, a beautiful little brother! So I reposted it to my beautiful little brother: I never divided my brothers or sisters, just because the words were too small and difficult, so I seldom read it and seldom posted it back. I didn’t give up my age. If a friend is so sincere, he must call my brother, of course, he can’t refuse. If the younger brother of a beautiful woman also had sincerity, I would certainly treat her equally and spare no effort to open my eyes and reply. I once ridiculed myself in a short essay like this: I was born as a civilian, and I was incompetent all my life; When I came to talk, I expressed my love for more than 70 years. Young people are weak and sick, and young people are reluctant to fight for their lives; Middle-aged people leave many regrets, and old people look back to talk about the rest of their lives. Descendants can remember clearly that their ancestors were born in a normal book; There was nothing left, but only a light body. There are both falsity and reality, which are true and false self-identification; The composition is just for expressing feelings, and there is no need to take everything seriously. My friend, do you understand my mind? I don’t like literature, nor beauty, but myself. I like recalling my past, writing my feelings and expressing my feelings. So as long as you like my essay and care about me, you will report it with sincerity regardless of brothers and sisters, uncle, elder and younger generation.

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I turned back and asked the monitor in surprise who did the good thing! I was so angry that I suddenly thought about the person who was going to catch something. I was only thinking about the quality and behavior of these children! However, I still suppressed my irritation with a calm mind, and walked into the classroom with the monitor and this group of children. As soon as I entered the door, the Monitor pointed at the gray bag on the lecture table and asked me. He said: teacher Tao, how about this bag? I said: just like the color and style of my bag, it is very new and clean, nice! The only difference is that my bag has some chalk ash and ink marks on it because it has been used for too long! He went on to say: this is prepared for you by the students in the class, so after quietly changing it for you, he threw your bag into the environmental protection box! Do you blame him! I didn’t have time to answer. At the moment I recovered, I saw my spare teaching plan book and other teaching materials lying quietly in it, and the idea of catching the maker in my heart stopped suddenly, at this time, what appeared most in front of my eyes was the friendly smiles of children. I appreciated the excellent qualities of these children from the bottom of my heart! The momentary touching gave me endless comfort and endless thinking recalling the old bag I used to pack books and teaching materials, which had been discussed by students in my class several days ago, they kept asking me to clean. Because of my busy schedule and my carelessness on trivial matters, my students unexpectedly gave me a first cut and then do it, I just give praise silently! The bag was provided for the shoppers to pack trousers in the supermarket. Because I am lived on the street for a long time and walked about ten minutes from the school, he ran and finished classes every day, in addition, there is no fixed office in the school, and there is no place to store materials. These practical difficulties are difficult for us teachers who live outside and run back and forth, so we use them to pick up books and attend classes conveniently. Because our school is located in villages and towns, most of the teachers’ living habits are between urban and rural areas, and there are always many habits of doing as the Romans do. Take your books for example, if you are like a teacher in the city who uses a wallet or a leather bag to read books, it seems too formal and not easy-going, and it seems that you can’t get along with most people; If you don’t use it, you only need to hold books empty-handed for class, because the road is too far and there are many books, it seems difficult to do this! Therefore, most teachers chose the casual shopping bag, and I was no exception. So I used the shopping bag to carry books for class and used it for several Spring and Autumn Periods. The bag I used passed a semester in a flash, and this semester is still going on. Because I was a little busy at the beginning of school and my carelessness, I usually didn’t pay much attention to details and didn’t take care of them. One day, the students in my class suggested me to clean the bag with a smile. I always told them to study hard and ignore these trivial matters. In addition, although my bag is not good-looking and has ink marks, it doesn’t matter and doesn’t matter! Although the bag is ugly, it contains books, culture, spiritual nourishment and gold! I also told the students that we can’t just look at the appearance when we are dealing with things. Sometimes the appearance will always confuse people’s eyes and deceive ourselves. What is contained in a good appearance is not necessarily good. It is the so-called gold and jade, and it is defeated. While some people are not so good in appearance, just so-so, but they are very talented, which is called reality. Just like the bag I used, the students laughed at the uproar. Some acquiesced and some Affirmed. I also laughed at this! Now, facing the behaviors of these children in the class, I don’t blame them for changing bags silently without my permission! On the contrary, I was moved. I was very pleased. Looking at the sunny quality of the children, I reflected on my original thought that it might be a mistake to clean the bag without care, because we need to fully guide our students to grow up healthily! Let me look around the green mountains and think about the wonderful life of children! I bathe in the sun and sing in the spring breeze! I really reviewed myself for not being able to clean the bag in time in the past, and I was moved by my understanding at the moment when the children quietly changed a new bag for me 1587

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