Days have witnessed that if the sun sheds tears, self-esteem will melt like bad ice cream, and some souls will long be haunted by nightmares. When music plays in the loudspeaker, young hounds identify their direction in the dusty playground and rush to their respective positions. On another special day, the headmaster, in addition to speaking about the great situation, rereads the history of his school: In 1929, X-Ming Xinjiang, the 29th Vice-President of the X-Mong Army, Zhengxiang, was generous in his teaching and, over the years, one of the best private schools in the country was built in the south-west (from the Red educator Yellow Inflammation, recognized by the great people). In response to the general trend of haemorrhage and water on both sides of the Strait, and with the approval of the authorities, the name of the school was restored to the name "Geek"... I went off and saw the dusty school building on the left, the bullet holes on the outside of the wall, which were very visible during the X-fight, and the memory of the old teacher, who said that the shooting had continued during the day, and that the building had been filled with earth-made tripping mines, which had to be coldened. The mud on the soles of the feet appeared to be wet, and a group of duck-sniffed X-steals ran around the playground with teachers shaving the sun. The teacher fell, was pulled up and kept running, dragged up to the ground, with whips, wooden sticks, slaps in the face, and the teacher was pressed to drink water from the mud... The loudspeaker's amplification is not stable, and the headmaster's voice is hallucinating to an old eunuch.

More specifically than in history, the sense of oppression comes from senior-grade boys, with cigarettes, daggers and muscles, full of mouths: "Taibei is not my home, my home has no neon lights", and it is possible that an arrow step may come to you, twist your neck and push down your throat: "boy, borrow some money" - I hope it is nothing but persecution. In the afternoon of second year, I just locked my bike and smashed a chair into the garage. And the roof fell down upon my head from the sky, and when a black light came upon it, and it came to pass half a day. I did not speak to anyone after that, because it was clear that no one would hold me responsible, except for their parents, but I did not want to add to their worries. It's a good thing that my mind wasn't damaged by this discounted disaster, but my head seemed harder.

If there is a need to choose an image for the horrors of adolescence, it is certainly him: the three-year teacher of junior high school and the math teacher. Then, on any occasion, I was somewhat repulsive to hear the words of the late 1980s, as white-headed women spoke of it, because I did not forget that my memory of the razor had carved out many details rich in the nature of the times, rudeness and vulgarity, and dared to be responsible for its lack of acceptance of its wholeness. The children of the X Department officials, team X cadres and state business owners may enter the school without being assessed, paying for what is known as the "money-scientists" or "money-students". Every time the school boasted about the attempt on the part of Pan Wenhua, the boss of Sun-shock, to bring his nephew into school, he slapped himself. From the school's secret to the surrounding streets, the bullies are everywhere, "I'll put some blood on your baby!" is the word of the youth bully. This stinking, stinking, stenched society is far worse. But it is not the worst nightmare in the world, because one year will never get rid of Chen's dehydrated four-seasoned bean face.

Chen has a dry body, a mental aura, and a second eye amplification, which shows that the thyroid function is not bad and graduated from the University of Chengdu. He claims to have a large collection of imported tapes of classical Western music, like several Janes, but in my impression there is never a complete melody that goes unheeded. My encounter with Chen Yai began with a small dispute: he asked the entire class to copy the theorem of the math textbook ten times, otherwise I wouldn't go to school, and I dare say no. When Chen was like a thunderbolt, I advised him, at the age of twelve, not to be angry, and from that day I went to purgatory. I can't have friends anymore, but anyone who plays with me will be pressured by Chen, and if he doesn't break up, he'll call home and warn the Saviour of authority. His parents: Don't play ball with him, don't take his word, and avoid him from coming home. Your son has hope for college. It is the responsibility of the entire class of staff and the students who are pursuing progress to monitor my actions and report to Chen, and he prefers to look at my every move through the door of the classroom, and then he suddenly comes out of his body, bites his teeth and says to me, "Run out, horse's brains!" To Chen, he is not tired of training me in writing, day in and day out, forcing me to write a review and call it "Recognition", and to accumulate at least four and a half hundred in three years! I have learned to enjoy the slip, rise and fall of pens on paper, the slowness of myths and sometimes the ability to look down on myself from the ceiling. Misfortune is part of bad luck, which is part of compulsory education, part of non-violent non-cooperation. Chen is also extremely hateful of me playing ping-pong after school, and once caught, the bat and the net are his last name. He's used to pretending to leave school and killing a return gun to make sure he gets his money.

Once again, I salute Chen Chiu, without his elaborate design, I will not be able to experience the taste of a minor's mental and physical guilt. Chen sent me to the office one day to write a mysterious article in which he took ownership of some sick and persistent physical teacher, highlighting the selfless dedication of the people ' s teachers, and it was crucial to express the prevailing underdevelopment of the intellectuals in transition in terms of material returns, in an effort to attract industry attention. The writing was written, and Chen had an additional handle on me, and he threatened me like he saw something about you and agreed that your ideological orientation was a problem or not a small problem! I forgot to defend myself. I only saw him flip. I couldn't help but get out of the office and get sick a few times. After years of passing away, Stu Mundun told me that his father, Sha Chi, the only witness to some stage of his work, had refused to testify. Stu said, "He's killing me." In other words, I may die, but the lack of innovative narratives is copied in another space of time, and the intensity of destruction is not as high as expected. I despised the fact that one of Chen's men inherited the man's garments, and his deeds were as dirty as those of a worm whose wings were flapping in a dry toilet, but the sky only developed into a lacquer, or a joke of water and pork.

How do you describe Chen's heart, his heart, and his heart, like a summer day? When he told me to drop out of school and not to do anything wrong, he offered to step back and send me to work school, even if Chen preferred to use his social relations as a contact. It is hard to overestimate his power. If I were to become another of my own age, most of his helpless parents would suffer the loss of one's life, and would be merciful only to drive people crazy and stupid. Perhaps only Stanislavsky knew about Chen's highest mission, like the legendary traffickers who shoved the boy in the bottle? Stopping his body from growing up in a hard container while holding out a deformed doll? Unfortunately, my nerves are strong day by day, my body is big, my body is half as big as Chen's when I'm 15 years old, I'm 12 seconds old, I'm 30 in one breath, and I'm not afraid of literature? Art? Friendship? I spent the rest of my days at Xinhua Bookshops, foreign writing stores and ancient bookstores, drawing from the rhymes of Yang Hung, Sima, Chen Zhiang, Li Baek, Tof, Li Ho and Li Qianxi, and from Thomas Hood, John Keats, Wazhuas, Mrs. Browning, Longfellow and Rubai-Journey, to seek out the courage of the good men of the Three Warrior Swords, the Seven Man Five, the Five Rule, the Five Rule, and the 5 Rule, to enter the Swords of the Sword, the Sword of the Sea, the Word of the Ones and the All of the Tong Poe collection of my weak dreams but rejecting the me.

The words are my best friends, such as "The Four Songs", "The Way for the Eyes", "Please enter the Wall" and "Silently". But once in a while, using the rules of the game, I like to watch my student cadre in front of Chen's party. One of the group's branches, S. Wu Chiu, whose parents were teachers at the provincial X school, entered high school and regularly reported my movements to Chen, turning to the Queen of America and becoming the chief of a certain X law. On a bicycle, I went to secondary school from the Meteor School, where my father taught me, through the iron door of the four principals, to say goodbye to Chen Yai's amateur performance scene and to the ancient bookstore, which was hidden behind the X-Bron tree of his grandson. A long period of bending over to read books, often with short dizziness on their heads, the coloured title of books dancing, the world began to fluctuate and followed a soft curve. An old man in the middle of nowhere stomped at another old man: my brother in Oxford... the city had been degraded through demolition, and the physical landmarks of human value had been the first to die, while I would always miss the language teacher, Mr. Huang Jiu-joo, a teacher like the sea, who had yet to be paid for his poetry and plays, films, publications, talks about the endless high and lewd monks, high and demonic ways, learning valves and scavengers, nobles and giants, gentlemen and small men, herds and sticks with no intention of offending...

It's been almost 30 years since Mr. Wong left the world, and it seems as if I've come closer and closer to him than I've ever known. How many cold or wet evenings do we ride in parallel because of the endless maze, Fushan, Wang Do, Ho Shoki. I'll take him to the door, he's not happy, he's taking me home again. On the way, we're going to review the writing of old and new signs along the way, and we're going to pay tribute to old craftsmen's penthouses and skillful skills, which will give rise to the obnoxious nature of the staff of the Association. The old story comes through him, it's always interesting. It's like creating an X-style copy that leaves only one set of ancient Chinese, which is incomprehensible to Mr. Wong. Schooling is a long-term punishment, but the hope is that it will be "for its own good". Everything I love has been encouraged and held up by Huang, reading, reciting and groaning, so that the Psalms and the Words can penetrate into the bloodlines and understand Shakespeare and Tegor of different humanities. And He gave to Us the Question of the sky, a small example of a fly, and said to those who were with him: "Chen's love is with him." "Yo-soo-soo-soo-soo-soo. Too often I'm ashamed to say it. Sometimes it's got to be nice. The gas is running. It's a brand-new corner. How hard the world is, how bad it is. The fear is over, and I'm anxious to say it..." This is a poem written to Mr. Huang by another of the school's learned charlatans.

On that day, when Chen was taken, he expelled me from school and returned home with a fever. Grandma went to call me on sick leave and first met her teacher, who said that no one had the right to deprive students of their freedom to attend classes. Chen is not too busy telling Grandma: "The situation is serious, but we have not given up. A meeting will be held in the near future, which will be chaired by me and will be attended by teachers, parents' representatives and all class managers to help people with the disease. Together, we will give him advice, find out the root causes of the disease, open the box, take the medicine, make a written statement, write a written pledge, fix the term, and do not become a group. She was the only daughter of the late Singhe who went to the Faculty of Law of the Faculty of Law of the University of Quezun, and said: "It is possible, but it must be reported to the X-Commission, the Bureau of Urban Education, and she invites daily newspapers, evening newspapers and television reporters to cover it all. It is indeed time to draw the attention of society as a whole to the fact that, more than 10 years after the end of Manx, you have not only been deeply reflecting on it, you have committed a great deal of crimes against the future of your country." Chen's astonishing as a chicken, and Grandma's leeches away, and she says, "Doesn't she like to be taught with great talent?" After a while, the whole class was going on a trip to Pang-Yong-hoon, planning to stay for one night. Chen doesn't allow me to participate. Mr. Wong asked for mercy and touched a nail. Chen said if he went, the whole class would cancel the event. Teacher Wong comforts me: you'll follow me to the car and he'll be embarrassed to throw us both down. I didn't go, but I'm very sorry for your kindness.

Years later, I made tea with a couple of encircles, and the lady director was preparing a documentary about 100 years of film, and offered to buy a senior filmmaker a night drink. I was just saying

"I can't find this scum."

"Why do you say that?"

"I went to the same primary and secondary school as he, and I've known him so much."

"It goes without saying that his father is X and X-Claude X."

"I know he's been at the bottom of the entire grade for more than 10 years, from experimental primary school to nine years, and is semi-literate."

"But they rewrite the history of the X film."

"I know he's the head of the Nine-Ninth-Ninth-East Ideas. He also knew that he was eating at the teacher's house the first day, making amends, and that he was beating him with an X belt the next day and shitting in a human water tank."

The most absurd thing in the world is that no one can see the unforgivable sin in other people's eyes as if it were to urinate in a swimming pool or to place X in a bus carriage, highlighting the twilight of red to X-man hormones. Mr. Huang mentioned that one of his students, the son of Li Iizumi, had himself said that Li Tsai had reded the roof with the blood of millions of people, and that it was sad to see the lady across the street.

The little ones are not happy. After that, the woman director described me to a common friend as being a victim. And there is no denying in the world that We do so out of concern, or out of concern. Chen has been awarded a special grade teacher, who is a deputy headmaster and supervisor of a secondary school, and has been mixed up until retirement. He is not worthy of a worm compared to the sons of the leopards of this land. Mr. Wong's premature return to the mountain is also a good escape. And We are impressed by the night when they are in doubt as to their weight. Mr. Wong's life has been marked by the high quality of his students, and he has snuck up on Song Yi Fang and feared that Qi Liang would be left behind. If the earth does not stand up, and the pillars of the sky are weak, and man eats each other, and leads the beast and the eater, or brings forth the earth, and there is no difference between good and evil, and there is no name for the righteous, then let him behave himself in accordance with the wishes of his elders. Throughout his life, he has been humbled and humiliated to tell me that dignity is costly and extremely expensive. And that is for me, the Buddha of the Buddha. He's been working too hard for me in my own educational system, and he's dreaming about me. His proselytism proves that there is no freedom, equity or even security in East Shrine. When you're born, you don't cherish the light, you may be in darkness. As for the middle ground of deep ash, light ash, flesh and pink, its legitimacy lies in stifling all scientific, artistic or academic innovations. It's reminiscent that the Maastkaya Theatre in St. Petersburg, "Master and Margaret" went to a performance and later arranged for a group of indigenous experts to talk. Directed by Kozlov, who sits among the outsiders, midgets and imbeciles of the play and is he eager to be led by the devil? I just want to say, "What is evil?" When our self-consciousness and aesthetic attitudes wake up, it is possible at every moment that we will be at peace with a destructive machine of violence or accompaniment. The intensity of both physical and intangible destruction in modern societies, as daily coercion, is increased by the abundance of means of communication. How can I despise its harm? How can you let it go? Fortunately, I still have the strength to stand, breathe, think and sort my position. I have given up, and perhaps I will give up, and I will lose more than a few times in grief, but not at this moment, but I will speak to every patient man or jinn who listens to me, in the language which I have sullied and hammered.

At the junior high school graduation, Chen Tsang never changed his style and sent two old poems to each of the class, which gave me: "The wine is so learned and the poetry is so cruel". The taste of reading today is slightly different from that of the year. First of all, I am aware of animosity through time and space, with clear cause, kindness and no fear. Furthermore, I have been given the strength of the single will to build a spiritual fortress, and I am eager to share with poetry, essays, dramas or images the journey of tears, sweat, blood and joy. Thirdly, by the words of Dr. Johnson's letter to Count Chesterfield: I am secure in my mind, and cannot be compelled by you; I have gone forth from the devil, and not from you; and I am full of good news, and I am ready to consult with the messenger. And by the knowledge of the Buddha, read thy curse as a strange and eternal prayer, and as a smile.