Happy Diary, Grade Three, 56 words

My name is Gu Xiaobei, and my friends call me Fox.

I live in Shanghai, the most prosperous and bizarre city in China, but I live like a primitive man. Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, and sometimes don't even do it at sunrise. Cut class gets familiar with it every morning. After waking up, I thought of a reason to comfort myself, to comfort my teacher, and not to be too leisurely.

I watch foreign languages when I am in senior three, watch computers when I am in a foreign language, and sleep when I am in a computer. Because my computer teacher is a genius, although my computer knowledge is extremely poor, he just has a way to make the class worse. And the worst thing about him is to call his name once in class and once in class. But like the title of the third lesson in English textbooks, nothing has changed. I once saw a boy shout "here" with his head down seven times, three of which were girls. I really want to faint.

With the support of the government, my university built the school like a royal garden. When a friend of mine from F University came to see me, he was dumbfounded at the door. When I appeared in front of him, he patted me on the shoulder and said, boy, your school is really like Yingde College in Meteor Garden. Then he hooked my shoulder and drooled and said, I wonder if there is F4?

I stared at him and told him, yes, there are many dorms, and all four people failed, F4.

My school is in the suburbs, so the tall and majestic white buildings of the school stand out from the crowd compared with the low gray buildings around. This so-called largest university in Shanghai is indeed ridiculously large. The last four stops of the bus are the four gates of my school. Southeast, northwest. I poetically call it Qinglong Baihu Xuanwu Suzaku. It looks like the ancient city of Xi. But what's disgusting is that I'm not a Chinese major or a history major. I am engaged in film and television engineering. What I want to know is advanced mathematics and photoelectric physics, audio and video, video editing, animation stunts and post-production. One of the most important reasons why I am alive is to stay in this major. One day, I may become the new Wong Kar-wai, because after all, only my current university in Shanghai has my major, and before I entered this college, Wong Kar-wai gave a lecture that was said to be wonderful and stream of consciousness. I'm always confused about the latter adjective. How to express the stream of consciousness in my speech is a problem that puzzled me for a year in my freshman year.

The dean of our college is the lovely old man who once influenced a whole generation in China. The earthquake happened when he stamped his foot in the director's circle in China. We affectionately called him Xie Dao, but that was only behind his back. We must obediently thank the dean in front of the teacher. In the first week of our school, Xie Dao made a report on studying hard and making progress every day in the most luxurious lecture hall of J building in our school. I listened attentively and took notes-because my counselor caught me and asked me to take minutes of the meeting. Needless to say, the incentive was that I could add credits, so I generously agreed. I am good at business. At the end of the report, we watched Xie Dao's classic film The Opium War. All I remember is the rumbling of guns. I think the sound equipment here is really good.

There is only one road around my school that is worth taking from the north gate, so every night it is crowded with couples wandering out of school. Those boys always look for opportunities to take off their clothes and wrap their newly acquired girlfriends around them on windy nights, showing evil eyes while wrapping them. Don't freeze. Say that finish silly hey hey smile, silly let me see the stomach cramps.

I am particularly disdainful, but a K is particularly moved. She always said with a intoxicated face, look at how considerate the boys are and look at you, and you will know why you can't find a girlfriend. I always walk proudly, put my hand in my trouser pocket, and say without looking back: nowadays girls just have no brains. If they sell it, they still count the money and add the freight.

But I hate to despise myself, because it seems that I really don't have a girlfriend.

I asked k if I was particularly ugly? You don't have to give me face to say that I can hold on.

K said, no, your eyes are not very big, but they are concave, so they look amazing. Your nose is very high and straight, and your lips will have a special curvature when you smile, which makes you look particularly evil. Many girls like this kind of smile.

Is it because I am careless?

Compared with girls, yes, but compared with other boys, you can be regarded as a neat freak, which is quite serious Is that because my karma hasn't arrived yet?

Go to Longhua Temple to get a visa. The more you ask, the more ridiculous it is. K rolled his eyes at me.

I think so too. This question is silly, so I won't ask it. I consoled myself that living alone was good. Didn't Zhu Deyong say that two people are the most in-depth at present?

K and I know each other like all bad soap operas. That was when I was a freshman. I met her like a ghost on a Monday morning that I particularly hated.

Monday was special because there was a flag-raising ceremony, a morning run and the first lecture on new social theory. There is absolutely no escape on Monday under triple insurance. In a semi-coma state, I touched the lecture hall in J building and found a seat on the edge of the first three rows. I saw a piece of toilet paper on the table, so I used it to wipe it. Later, a K came to me and told me that this seat was occupied by her, and the evidence was toilet paper. She put it there in the morning to show that someone was there.

So I sat on the steps of the aisle listening to the report and taking notes while listening. After that, I stood up and found my feet as numb as an anesthetic overdose after surgery. I gave in partly because I had no evidence to prove that she didn't put the paper, and partly because K was unkempt that day and his eyes were swollen, and he didn't look like a ghost. At first glance, he seems to be short of sleep. I know people are very angry in this situation, and I dare not continue to argue with her for fear that she will cut me with a knife. Rabbits bite when they are in a hurry, what's more, this person is definitely more dangerous than rabbits.

K decided to invite me to dinner because she thought I was a gentleman that day. The next day, K ordered a big table of dishes. I ate very hard because that was my meal card. When I ordered a good dish at K, I suddenly found that my wallet was gone. I tried very hard to see her face clearly, but in the end I couldn't tell the truth of her "sudden discovery", so I had to admit that I was unlucky and took out my meal card to watch my aunt cancel the meal for nearly a week.

The only comfort that day was that K appeared in front of me. Compared with last time, it can be said that it is made in heaven and earth. Girls still have to dress up. It suddenly occurred to me that Zhu Deyong said that no woman dares not to wear makeup, but for men, no man dares to let his woman not wear makeup.

Zhu Deyong is a wise man in this city.

It's just that my modern literature teacher knew that I was very sad when I was watching Zhu Deyong, and said that my aesthetic taste was so low.

I know that in his eyes, I am an out-and-out poor student.

There are all kinds of things on Beimen Street. I just think there is a store that sells CDs and posters. I spent enough money in it to live a very rich life, at least not as miserable as it is now. I put posters all over my dormitory to make it look like my home thousands of kilometers away. There are countless posters on the wall of my house and room. Similarly, I spent enough money to make both of us live quite well. It's just that I haven't found dancerinthedark's English poster yet. Later, I found a poster in the boys' dormitory of Shanghai International Studies University on National Day. At that time, I was very depressed when I looked at "Dancerintehedark" on it. I thought the philosopher said "Life is the accumulation of 10,000 jokes" was a shining truth.

But K's interests are much broader than mine. From the latest women's clothes to the meat buns on the roadside, from the hardcover version of CLAMP's clover to 1.1% rice, she always looks like a dinosaur, shouting "Ah, there is this". I pouted deeply.

When A K and I frequently wander on the road where we are tired of shopping, I always think of street angels, but I feel that there is no connection between them.

I am a boy who doesn't like girls, which is like a terminal illness in college. In my junior year, the ugliest and most hated boy in our class had the opportunity to be a flower escort-although his flowers looked like grass to me, I still carried my backpack, put my hands in my pockets, shook my head and whistled around the huge campus every day.

It's not that I can't sell it. On the contrary, a group of female graduate students from the College of Liberal Arts once chased me, just because they read some disgusting articles I wrote, and my face was not ugly or even beautiful. But I politely refused. My interest in them is only to know how some people miss graduate students and Chinese departments in such a broken school. I guess they will continue to be doctors in the future. My roommate always advises me to make do with it. Sister-in-law dating is very popular these days. You see, people's love for the Philippines is turning Hong Kong upside down. Love for the whole city. I looked at them and said to them, why don't I give it to you? Then the guy who poked around from the upper bunk immediately shrank back and stopped talking, as if he were beheaded if he was slow. Others say that they already have a girlfriend, so they should be single-minded. Let me tell you something. Who doesn't know you? It's just that those female graduate students are not as good-looking as your girlfriends, otherwise you people will turn against each other faster than cheating in the exam. But those female graduate students are really abstract, so I told them that well-known joke on a whim. There are three kinds of people in the world, men, women and women bloggers.

But later, the joke somehow spread to the College of Arts. As a result, two women cried, three women called me shameless, and the rest of the girls continued to tell stories.

I was famous for a while, or infamous.

In my infamous days, A K was still close to me. This made my heart particularly moved. But I bent down with a straight face and walked to the prison. Her eyes moved from side to side with her index finger, telling her not to hang out with scum like me all day and be careful not to get married. She always shakes her head and says, don't worry, someone wants it. I still have three boys chasing me. Eat hot pot, and don't even look up when you say it. I thought she would look at me with tears like those innocent little girls in TV series and say, in my heart, you have never been a scum.

I was shocked and appalled.

K the habit of eating hot pot was brought out by me. I come from Sichuan. When I ate the first bite of Shanghai food in the school cafeteria, I was very depressed and wanted to chat with God, and this idea was particularly impulsive. I like hot sauce very much, but it is still like the theme of English lesson 3. It changed everything ... Then I ate some hot sauce directly and found it as sweet as ketchup. It's just that the three Shanghainese next to me were so scared that they forgot to eat and kept looking at me like watching ET.

I was particularly depressed to tell a K that a Shanghainese once went to Sichuan to eat hot pot. She was particularly afraid of spicy food and ordered a white pot, but in the end she drank four bottles of cola 1500ml, because it was said that the pot had just been made into a red pot and had not been cleaned.

I want to use this story to express my disappointment with Shanghai peppers. It's a pity that K turned this story into a joke, so she smiled and said, Your jokes are really funny. I just shut up and didn't talk, thinking that I would drag K to Sichuan one day.

Every Thursday afternoon, I will go to the luxurious gymnasium of the school to play badminton. I always find someone from the last communication college to play badminton with me, because he has been practicing badminton since primary school. I had a hard time with him, which made me very happy. Otherwise, I will think that my more than 700 rackets are purely for decoration, because after playing with other badminton players once, I think I can play with my left hand.

Every time the game ends at five o'clock, K will appear in front of the gym with Melinda in his hand. I took it, opened it and drank it. The sweat dripping from her hair surprised Ah K, because for students who always fled to physical education class, they had never seen such a way of sweating. Once a k came to see me play, and then I asked her how she felt. She said she thought you had a murderous look on your face when you played ball.

At first, I thought K was very kind and always brought me water. Later, she gave me a good beating, saying that it was because she happened to have a class in E building next to the gym on Thursday afternoon. I feel that I still don't like girls-although I have never regarded K as a girl.

K likes shopping very much. I am always a victim. I always tell her how much homework I haven't done and how many books I haven't read, but it's still like the topic of the third English lesson, itchangesnothing ... once I threatened her that she couldn't pass Band 4 without reading. She looked at me puzzled and said that you couldn't even pass the book. I am particularly annoyed when I listen to it. If I say it is true, don't say it directly. After all, I am also a flower of the motherland. Then he said with special affectation and nausea: I will die of haggard. I want to disgust her, she doesn't respond, and I am so disgusting myself.

When shopping, A K always likes to put all her mobile phones, wallets, keys and so on on me, because she is too troublesome. And she has a lot of mobile phones, so I always take them out of my pocket and give them to her, and then bring them back and put them in my pocket. It's really silly. Every time I pass a beautiful billboard, A K is always excited and dancing. Because K's dream is to advertise. I heard something in my heart tremble suddenly, like a casual twitch in my sleep. I didn't tell k that was my dream, too.

For a while, I was forced by a k to recite the four-level vocabulary, and I felt that the world was dark. I am woken up by her phone at 6 o'clock every morning, and then I hear her tell me on the phone: "It's English time, please sit at your desk and open your books." The phone call for three days in a row made the whole dormitory want to kill me, so I got up early every morning and called her quietly to tell her that I had started memorizing words. Don't call me.

Because the window in front of my desk faces east, I became the person who watched the sunrise the most in school that month. I find the morning sky really beautiful, which I have never found before.

Autumn in Shanghai is particularly strange. Summer is always infinitely stretched to the end, and then suddenly falls to late autumn. The sudden drop in temperature and the falling of leaves together like an appointment are extremely satisfying for the atmosphere that couples need. Also satisfied me.

When I was a child, I grew up in Sichuan, where evergreen trees were growing all year round, and I never lost my leaves until I died. When it snows in the New Year, it is green and dripping, which makes those old people sigh that there is no one in the same boat between heaven and earth. Why do some things never get old and some things disappear instantly? My grandmother told me this sentence.

When I stood at school and watched the plane leaves fall one by one, I felt that the world was still very beautiful and trustworthy. In A K's words, it is "very worth living".

In this way, I stood in this empty university and watched the fallen leaves in autumn three times. I spent three years in a daze and everything seemed like a dream. This is a long and dreary dream. Dream for three or four years. K and I changed from 19 to 2 1 9, and K said to me more and more frequently, "I am too old to look like." Strangely, A K and I have always maintained a friend relationship, which makes many people around me feel incredible and unbelievable. But I have never defended anything, and neither has K.

In this way, we drifted from teenagers to adults in their twenties. My chin began to have a layer of blue left by shaving, and A K put on a dress for the first time at the first dance in junior year, and then danced with me in coarse pants and sneakers. At that time, she smiled unsteadily, and I was embarrassed to death. K said I looked fierce and cool.

However, when I was a child, when I walked across the lawn with my backpack, I still put my hand in my pocket to watch the sunset. I am still mercilessly laughed at by K who has been learning to swim since I was a child. I still stand under a deciduous tree and squint. I still play badminton in the gym.

On my birthday, A K gave me a pair of gloves. My birthday is June 6th, and it's sunny. I don't know where to put my gloves. I want to fall down while sitting in the car. I said that you are really good at giving back to them. You gave me the most practical thing and lost all the value.

K said I was going to give you this glove last year, but can you believe it took me a year to get it ready? I took it apart. I'm not tired. My roommates look so tired that they can't stand screaming in bed. Those fingers are not complicated when they are hot. Why don't you try?

I said forget it, who has the leisure time. I pointed to the back seat of my bike and said, I'll take you for a ride as a thank you.

I gave her a bracelet for K's birthday, and K also gave me face and wore it on my hand every day.

I spent a valentine's day with a.k. We went to Century Park, screamed in front of the huge fountain, rented a bicycle for two, rushed into the Woods and hit a tree. When we are tired, we look for chairs everywhere, but we can't find water to drink. We finally found a drink, and then tried to find the toilet as hard as looking for a place to sell water.

On a National Day holiday, we watched fireworks together in Pudong, then came back and walked to Xujiahui, People's Square, and then waited for the first subway to go back to school at the subway station. In the waiting hour, we woke up the guard on duty and chatted with him, as if we had known each other for thousands of years. After I came back, I slept from the dawn of the red sun until dusk.

A K told me how shocking Wuthering Heights is for a person who never reads foreign novels, and I told her how ingenious Nalan Xingde's words are.

Whenever there is a long vacation at school and I don't go home, A K and I like to take out a map of China and tell us where to go. Anyway, it takes no time, energy or money to talk about it. And when the holiday really comes, it is a waste of time to sleep from morning till night. I pretended to be an elder and said how girls can be so lazy. She said nothing, nothing. Anyway, it's not a girl, it's a woman. Look at Shanghai. There are women everywhere who are sleepy and running around in pajamas. I just have to go to work early.

Time's meat cleaver still leaves its mark on me. A K said that with the growth of age, the meat cleaver will bring the mark from the heart to the face, so the inner tortuous scar will become an indelible wrinkle on our face when we suddenly get old.

Sometimes I suddenly feel depressed and look at K and I can't speak. In my junior year, A K and I began to form a habit of walking from the north gate to the south gate in the middle of the night when there were few people, and then turning back. Sometimes the wind will be very strong, and I won't undress her like those boys, because I think it's very artificial, but I will consciously sneak up to her to keep out the black wind in the dark.

In early winter, I was busy writing and didn't have time to take care of my hair, so my hair became very long and tangled, and I flew around like a hero in a martial arts movie when there was wind.

During the time when my hair was crazy long, a guy with curly hair who could be a lawyer in our dormitory fell madly in love. I am extremely despised for his love view three times a week. His name is Fan.

Fan's family is very rich. I don't know what movable and immovable property his family has. I only know where he wants to go. After the phone call, a car will stop in front of him and a driver in a black suit will open the door for him. But that boy is very kind and doesn't have all the shortcomings of other dude.

During that time, the things I wrote the most were my new novel and the love letters I wrote to Fan, which made me feel like a lover.

One day, as usual, Fan took me to meet a girl who just aimed at action. I wandered behind his ass. When I arrived at the school boulevard, Fan stopped and smiled at me, pointing to the girl in front and told me it was her. When I saw which girl it was, I froze on the spot for a minute, and then suddenly told him that it was no problem.

That girl is K.

I think the love letter to A Jun is the most painful one I have ever written. I can't write anything like before. I met you when you were here this morning, and the fragrance of cherry blossoms filled me, so I would laugh to death.

Later, I forgot what a love letter looked like. I only remember that I finally finished it on the night after drinking coffee, and then I fell on the bed and slept until dawn. Then get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, go to the toilet, and take up your schoolbag for class.

Fan will invite me to dinner in three days. Which girl did he say to chase? At that time, the cup in my hand suddenly fell, and the whole glass of water spilled on the ground, which was particularly ugly. Fan said you shouldn't be so surprised. I nodded, then thought about it, and said to Fan, you invite me to eat hot pot.

On the day of eating hotpot, K was late. I told her as badly as before: girls are trouble. I suddenly realized that K was already VAN's girlfriend, and I was embarrassed. I don't remember clearly that night because I drank a lot of wine. What I remember is that I vomited many times that night and had a splitting headache the next morning. My roommate told me that I had been crying in a dull voice that night, but I don't remember crying.

The next day, after I went to physical education class, I met K at the gate of the gymnasium. She handed me Melinda in her hand, but I didn't drink it. I stood in front of her and didn't speak.

K's hand is embarrassed in the air, but I don't know why I just don't take it as I am angry.

K said, I have a boyfriend.

I said, I know, Fan, that's good.

K said, you didn't respond?

I said, how should I react? Should I beat gongs and drums to give you a banquet, or should I say with a snot and tears that I can't bear to part with you?

K sighed and said that you are like this. I just want to tell you that I don't have much time to spend with you. Don't always wander around with your bag on your back. Stand alone under the tree and watch the fallen leaves. And be gentle with girls. Don't always be alone. Pursue a good girl. You can't ask girls to take the initiative to chase you.

I said forget it. I can't just die for three years. Take good care of your boyfriend.

K said, I just want to tell you that I don't have that much time with you. You have a good life alone.

Then I smiled, the same look of disdain. Looking at K turned and walked away, the fallen leaves kept falling behind her, and my nose felt so sour.

K turned to me and said, you should learn to write more love letters in the future. Girls still like to be praised.

I suddenly wanted to tell K that I wrote the love letter, but later I felt sick. I opened my mouth and said, look, it's still so hot that winter won't come.

But the temperature began to drop the next day. I caught a cold and walked in school for three days in thick clothes and a hat. I look like a fool. In those three days, K asked VAN to send me some medicine several times, and I left it there without eating it.

Then my cold suddenly got better, just as suddenly as I was sick.

I haven't seen K very often since I got sick. Sometimes I see her beside VAN in a far place, wearing red clothes, and the red color is jumping around. Occasionally, I will see Fan riding her bike. She sat on Fan's front bumper, and her hair was blown up by the wind and brushed in Fan's face. It suddenly occurred to me that one night VAN was downstairs disassembling the back seat of his bicycle. I asked him why he took down the back seat. He said the king could sit on his front bumper. This is called shortening the distance. It suddenly occurred to me that K had been asking me to dump her with my car for a while, so I specially installed a back seat for my car.

Sometimes I see Van and K in the canteen. When I walk past them, I will hit Fan on the shoulder and then knock Ah K on the head, but Ah K always strikes back. Then I said goodbye to them with a big smile on my face. When I turn around, I will think of the time when A K and I ate 100 and 3 yuan in the canteen.

Later, K and I were strangers. We just met and said hello, and then we hurried by. Finally, one day, when I walked past K, she didn't see me. I think this may be forgetting. At the corner of that intersection, * * was speechless on the wall.

Winter is still there. Winter in Shanghai is dry and cold, and there is a cut on my lips. Occasionally, when I grin, blood will come out. I also went to the school supermarket to buy men's lipstick, but I didn't. Later, I saw Fan wearing lipstick, and her lips were moist and completely seamless.

At the beginning of the new semester, I went to choose courses and inquired about my courses. After that, I entered K's student number in a boring way and saw her previous schedule. It turns out that she didn't have class in E building on Thursday afternoon. It suddenly occurred to me that she used to wait for me at the gate of the gym every Thursday afternoon. The wind blew past her and her long hair fluttered with the wind. I stared at the screen for a long time without making a sound.

Finally, I put on the gloves that K gave me, and the wind didn't blow on my hands when riding a bike. This is also my first winter without frostbite on my fingers.

I just don't know if K still wears the bracelet I gave her.

I am still wandering around the school alone, looking at the bare trunk and the fallen leaves on the ground. Occasionally look up at the sky and smile. My hair has finally become very long, and there are girls in the College of Arts who write love letters to me.

On Christmas night, I saw K at the dance. She wore this dress for the first time. Every time she looks over, I don't even look at her and quietly leave the noisy dance.

Actually, I really want to stay in that place and see if she wears the bracelet I gave her. But I don't even have the courage to look at her I'm afraid she's unhappy. I'm worried that she is unhappy, but if she is too happy, I will feel very sad. I felt sick, so I stood up the collar of my windbreaker and walked out of the door.

That night, I went out and sat on the bus for a walk. In front of a red light on a street corner, I saw the bus next to me, with VAN and K's faces through the glass. I know that Van sent K home. I was thinking, why doesn't Fan use his luxury car? I closed my eyes, and K and VAN's faces still appeared in front of me, but later they looked like glass windows in winter, and there were layers of fog in the cold morning, so I couldn't see clearly when I opened them.

I fell asleep leaning against the window. Don't want to wake up again

It suddenly occurred to me that I used to send K home on weekends. A K always leans against my shoulder on the bus and always complains that my shoulder is too thin and my bones are particularly uncomfortable. And I always think of the sentence I saw: "My terminal is always your next stop/You go to sleep and lean on my back gently/These long-lost farewells/You always think that this is my terminal/I am waiting for the last return subway at the last exit."

And at the end of this winter, I finally know K's full name, child, child, little guy.

Because I know that you are an easily worried child.

So I give you my hand thread, but I dare not fly too far.

I hope you can see if I fly to the clouds with the wind.

Even if I get lost occasionally, I know you are waiting for me.

Going home during the Spring Festival, the train rumbled for 36 hours. I went to many dinners and relatives' homes during the Chinese New Year, but adults aged 2/kloc-0 still asked for a lot of red envelopes. I'm telling people that I'm going to be rich. I finally ate very spicy food in Sichuan again. Eating and thinking of K, I suddenly looked up in the gap. For an instant, I vaguely saw her when she first met, with her hair hanging freely and her eyes half open. I suddenly laughed over the table, and the pepper made me cry a lot.

I wore those gloves and rode my bike back and forth in the city where I grew up. I went to junior high school and high school, and sweated on a small court.

When the new year's end sounded, I wore a heavy white down jacket given to me by K, gloves, hands over my mouth, exhaled huge white gas, and stayed on the balcony of my room to watch fireworks. Suddenly I remembered the dazzling fireworks in Pudong, the explosion disappeared in the black sky, and the flames scattered and fell. K smiled naively at my side.

I was facing Shanghai thousands of miles away, facing the brightly lit city, and for a while I forgot how to speak. When I was silent, a short message suddenly came recently. I opened it. A K said, I am now in Pudong, and the fireworks in Shanghai are so beautiful.

I dialed K on the phone, but when I heard her voice, I forgot what I was going to say. I heard Berlioz's fantasia on her cell phone. I said, K, I passed Band 4.

Then I heard K suddenly cry on the phone, and it was quiet at first. Later, the more I cried, the more sad I became. I stood on the balcony and my heart sank in panic.

K cried and said, what should I do? I suddenly can't remember your face-

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