When others don’t know something, or they are from rural areas, they say they are “elementary school students”. What do you think of this approach?

Grandfather and Gardenia

In my impression, my grandfather called Gardenia his best friend. He once earnestly warned me: You should be like this gardenia. Don’t be greedy for the colorful things that don’t belong to you. Just silently dedicate your own fragrance. It is enough. That ignorant little boy at that time could not understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today when I understand this motto of life, my grandfather irrevocably left me, left the education career to which he devoted his life, and left He lost his best friend——Gardenia.

That year, my grandfather suddenly became ill in bed, and his cancer was extremely difficult to treat. When I saw him lying in pain on the hospital bed, I preferred that person to be me! I thought of gardenias, but it was the season when gardenias were withering. I racked my brains but couldn't help it. Helpless! My grandfather was in pain and still couldn't see his best friend. What should I do?

I ran to the courtyard and picked up the petals that had drifted away in the wind one by one. It seems that only glue can be used to restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very happy after seeing the gardenias, and his illness may get better.

That morning, I did this boring job meticulously, and finally completed these "gardenias" in the afternoon. I held them very carefully and presented them to my grandfather. Sure enough, my grandfather was very pleased. Then, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes, and slowly, he cried like a child. When I asked him what the reason was, he shook his head and didn't answer - could he have seen through my ruse?

I told a lie, a subtle and beautiful lie. I was very happy that day, I brought some comfort to my pained grandfather. But now that I think about it, I regret it. I made my grandfather, a man who had been strong all his life, shed tears in his twilight years. My conscience was greatly condemned.

I thought I had weaved this lie perfectly, but not long after, my grandfather suddenly called me to his bedside. He said to me: "My dear grandson, the gardenias should be withering at this time of year." Right?" I blushed, he saw through my lie! He went on to say: "I'm glad you can do this. Even though it's a lie, it's beautiful. I have to thank you!"

Later that night, my grandfather passed away sadly. I didn't shed any tears, but But my heart is cut like a knife. Those "gardenias" were placed in front of my grandfather's coffin, which accompanied him throughout his life journey. It is happy, and so is grandpa.

This lie has been lingering in my heart for a long time, maybe it will become eternity in my heart.

When autumn comes, I learn to enjoy loneliness. When I am lonely, I always think of my grandfather, that lie, those gardenias...

Fan Ainong

In hotels in Tokyo, we usually read newspapers together. Most students read "Asahi Shimbun" and "Reading News", while those who like to inquire about trivial matters in society read "26 Shimbun". One morning, Pitou saw a telegram from China, which probably read: -

"The governor of Anhui, Enming, was assassinated by Jo Shiki Rin, and the assassin was captured."

After everyone was startled, , they talked to each other radiantly, and studied who the assassin was and what the Chinese characters were. But as long as you are from Shaoxing and don't specialize in reading textbooks, you have already understood it. This is Xu Xilin. After he returned from studying abroad, he was working as an alternate in Anhui Province and running patrol affairs. He was in a position to assassinate the governor.

Everyone then predicted that he would be executed and the family would be implicated. Soon, news came that Miss Qiu Jin had been killed in Shaoxing. Xu Xilin had his heart ripped out and eaten by Enming's soldiers. People are angry. A few people secretly held a meeting to raise funds for Sichuan. At this time, a Japanese ronin was needed. He tore up squid and drank wine. After a generous meal, he set off to pick up Xu Boxun's family.

As usual, there was also a hometown association, which mourned the martyrs and cursed Manchuria; after that, some people advocated calling in telegrams and denounced Manchuria for being inhumane. The congregation immediately divided into two groups: those who wanted to generate electricity and those who did not. I advocated generating electricity, but as soon as I said it, there was a dull voice:——

"Kill the dead, dead, why send a bullshit telegram?" ”

This is a tall man with long hair and more white eyes than black. He always looks at people with contempt.

He was squatting on the mat, and I usually objected when I spoke. I had already felt strange and paid attention to him, and only then did I ask others: Who said this? Is he so cold? Someone I know told me: His name is Fan Ainong, and he is a student of Xu Boxun.

I was very angry and felt that he was simply not a human being. My husband was killed and I was afraid of even sending a telegram, so I insisted on sending electricity and started to fight with him. As a result, the majority of those who advocated power generation gave in. Secondly, we need to recruit people to draft the telegram.

"Why recommend it? Naturally, the person who advocates power generation is Luo——." He said.

I felt that his words were aimed at me again, which was unreasonable but not unreasonable. But I believe that this tragic article must be written by someone who knows the life of the martyr deeply, because he has a closer relationship with the martyr than others and has more grief and indignation in his heart, so it will be more moving when written. So they started fighting again. The result was that he didn't do it, and neither did I. I don't know who admitted it. Secondly, everyone dispersed, leaving only one drafter and one or two clerks, waiting to be published after the work was completed. From then on, I always felt that Fan Ainong was bizarre and disgusting. The most hateful people in the world, I thought they were the Manchus at first, but then I realized that they were the second most hateful people; the first was Fan Ainong. If China does not have a revolution, it will be nothing. If we want to revolutionize, we must first remove Fan Ainong.

However, this opinion seemed to gradually fade away and was eventually forgotten, and we never met again. Until the year before the revolution, I was working as a teacher in my hometown. It was probably in the late spring. Suddenly I saw a person in the guest seat of an acquaintance. We only looked at each other for two or three seconds, and we said at the same time:——

"Oh, you are Fan Ainong!"

"Oh, you are Lu Xun!"

Somehow we all laughed, mocking each other. and sadness. His eyes are still the same, but strangely, in the past few years, there are white hairs on his head, but maybe it was already there and I didn't notice it before. He was wearing a very old cloth mandarin jacket and rag shoes, and looked very shabby. Talking about his own experience, he said that he later had no tuition fees and could no longer study abroad, so he came back. After returning to his hometown, he was scorned, ostracized, and almost had no place to tolerate him. Now he is hiding in the countryside and teaching a few primary school students to make ends meet. But because I felt very depressed sometimes, I took advantage of the ship to come to the city.

He also told me that he likes to drink now, so we drank. From then on, whenever he came to the city, he would definitely visit me, and we became very familiar with him. When we were drunk, we often talked about crazy things that were so stupid that even my mother would laugh when she happened to hear it. One day, I suddenly remembered the old events of the hometown meeting in Tokyo, and asked him: -

"That day you specifically opposed me, and it seemed to be intentional. What was the reason?"

"You don't know yet? I have always hated you - not just me, but us."

"Did you know who I was before that time?"

"Why don't you know? When we arrived in Yokohama, weren't it Ziying and you who came to pick us up? You looked down on us and shook your head, do you still remember?"

I thought about it briefly, and I remembered it. , although it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, Ziying came to make an appointment with me, saying that she would go to Yokohama to pick up a new compatriot who came to study abroad. As soon as the steamer arrived, they saw a large pile, about ten people per day. As soon as they landed, they put their luggage at the customs office for inspection. The customs officer rummaged around in the suitcase and suddenly pulled out a pair of embroidered bows. When the shoes came, I put aside my official duties and took a closer look at them. I was very dissatisfied and thought to myself, how could these bird men bring this thing here. If I didn't pay attention, I might have shook my head at that time. After the inspection, you have to sit in the hotel for a while and then get on the train. Unexpectedly, this scholar gave up his seat in the bus again. A asked B to sit on this seat, and B asked C to sit on it. Before the bow was completed, the train started to move, and the car body shook, and three or four people fell down immediately. I was also very dissatisfied at that time and secretly thought: Even the seats on the train must be distinguished... Maybe he shook his head again without paying attention. However, one of those graceful and obedient people was Fan Ainong, but he didn't think of it until that day. Not only him, I am ashamed to say that here, there are also martyr Chen Boping who later died in Anhui and martyr Ma Zonghan who was murdered. They were imprisoned in a black prison and did not see the light of day until after the revolution, and they will always bear the torture of banditry. There are also one or two people with scars. But I didn't know anything, so I shook my head and shipped them to Tokyo together. Although Xu Boxun came with them on the same boat, he was not in the car because he and his wife took the car and took the overland route in Kobe.

I think I shook my head about twice at that time, and they didn’t know which one they saw.

It was noisy when sitting and quiet when checking. It must have been the time at the customs. Ask Ainong, and it turned out to be true.

"I really don't understand what you are doing with this thing? Whose is it?"

"Isn't it our master's wife?" He stared at him with white eyes.

"You have to pretend to have big feet when you go to Tokyo, so why bring this thing with you?"

"Who knows? Just ask her."

To At the beginning of winter, our situation became even more difficult, but we still drank and told jokes. Suddenly came the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the Shaoxing Restoration. Ainong came to town the next day, wearing a felt hat commonly used by farmers, with a smile he had never seen before.

"Lao Xun, we won't drink today. I'm going to see the restored Shaoxing. Let's go together."

We went for a walk on the street, and there were white flags everywhere. . However, despite the appearance, the inner essence is still the same, because it is still an army organized by a few old country squires. The railway shareholder is the administrative director, and the money shop owner is the ordnance director... This army will not last long after all. A few young men shouted, and Wang Jinfa led the troops from Hangzhou. But even if he didn't shout, he might still come. After he came in, he was surrounded by many idle men and new revolutionary parties, and he became the king and governor. The people in the yamen came in cloth clothes, but they had probably changed into leather robes within ten days, and the weather was not cold yet.

I was placed next to the job of the principal of the normal school, and Governor Wang gave me 200 yuan of school funds. Ainong, who works as a supervisor, still wears the same cloth robe, but he doesn't drink much anymore, and he rarely has time to chat. He works and teaches at the same time, and he is really diligent.

"The situation is still not good, Wang Jinfa and the others." A young man who listened to my lectures last year came to visit me and said generously, "We need to set up a newspaper to supervise them. But the sponsors have to borrow Mr. The other one is Mr. Ziying and the other is Mr. Deqing. For the sake of society, we know that you will never refuse."

I promised him. Two days later I saw the newspaper published, and it was true that there were three sponsors. Five days later, the newspaper appeared. At the beginning, he cursed the army and the personnel there; after that, he cursed the governor, his relatives, fellow villagers, and concubines...

After more than ten days of scolding like this, news came to my home that the Governor was going to send someone to beat you to death because you had defrauded him of his money and scolded him. . ?

It didn’t matter to others. The first one who was anxious was my mother, who told me not to go out again. But I left as usual and explained that Wang Jinfa was not here to beat us to death. Although he was from Green Forest University, he was not very easy to kill. Besides, I am getting money from the school. He can still understand this, but it is just a talk.

As expected, he didn’t come to kill. I wrote a letter to ask for funds and withdrew another two hundred yuan. But he seemed to be a little angry, and at the same time he issued an order: Ask for it again, no more!

However, Ainong got a new piece of news, which made me very embarrassed. It turns out that the so-called "fraud" did not refer to school funds, but to a sum of money given to the newspaper. After a few days of scolding in the newspapers, Wang Jinfa asked someone to send 500 yuan. So our teenagers held a meeting, and the first question was: Should we accept it or not? The decision said: Accept it. The second question is: Do you want to scold me after accepting it? Resolution: scold. The reason is: after receiving the money, he is a shareholder; if the shareholder is not good, he will naturally be scolded.

I immediately went to the newspaper office to ask whether this was true or not. It's all true. After a few words about not accepting his money, an accountant became unhappy and asked me: -

"Why doesn't the newspaper accept the equity?"

"This is not equity..."

"What is it if it is not equity?"

I won't go on. I have already known this. If I say something that will harm us again, Come, he will accuse me of cherishing my worthless life too much and refusing to sacrifice for society, or he will read in the newspaper tomorrow the record of how I tremble in fear of death.

However, it happened that Jifu wrote a letter urging me to go to Nanjing. Ainong also agreed, but he was quite sad and said: -

"It's like that here again. It's uninhabitable. You should go quickly..."

I understand his silent words , determined to go to Nanjing. I first went to the Governor's Mansion to resign, which was approved naturally, and a snotty receptionist was sent. I handed over the accounts and the balance of one dime and two copper dollars. I was no longer the principal. The successor was Fu Lichen, president of the Confucian Church.

The newspaper case was settled two or three weeks after I arrived in Nanjing, and was destroyed by a group of soldiers.

Ziying was in the countryside and had nothing to do; Deqing happened to be in the city and was stabbed in the thigh with a sharp knife. He was furious. Naturally, this was quite painful, and he couldn't blame him. After being furious, he took off his clothes and took a photo to show the one-inch-wide stab wound. He also wrote an article describing the situation and distributed it everywhere to publicize the army's brutality. I think there may not be anyone who still collects this kind of photo. The size is too small, and the stab wounds have been reduced to almost nothing. If there is no explanation, people who see it will definitely think that it is a nude photo of a crazy romantic person. If you meet Commander Sun Chuanfang, you might be banned.

When I moved from Nanjing, the school superintendent of Ainong was also managed to get rid of the principal of the Confucius Church. He became a love farmer again before the revolution. I was looking for something small to do for him, which he really wanted, but there was no chance. Later, he went to an acquaintance's house to send food, and he also wrote to me from time to time. The poorer his situation became, the more miserable his words became. Finally I had to leave this acquaintance's house, so I drifted around. Soon, he suddenly received news from his fellow villagers that he had fallen into the water and drowned.

I suspect he committed suicide. Because he is a good floater, he will not drown easily.

Sitting alone in the guild hall at night, I was very sad and suspected that the news was not accurate, but I felt that it was extremely reliable for no reason, although there was no evidence. There was no way at all. I only wrote four poems, which were later published in a daily newspaper. Now I will almost forget them. I only remember six sentences in one poem. The first four sentences are: "Talk about wine to the world, Mr. Xiaojiu people, the big circle is still drunk, and the drunkenness sinks." I have forgotten the two sentences in the middle, and the last sentence is "The clouds of old friends are gone, I am waiting for Qingchen."

Later I returned to my hometown and found out some more detailed things. Ainong had nothing to do first because everyone hated him. He was in trouble, but he still drank, which was invited by his friends. He rarely interacts with people anymore, and only a few younger people he met later are the only ones he sees. However, they seem to be unwilling to listen to his complaints more, thinking that telling jokes is less interesting.

"Maybe I will receive a telegram tomorrow. If I open it and see, it is Lu Xun who came to call me." He often said this.

One day, some new friends invited him to go to the theater by boat. It was already midnight when he got back, and it was stormy again. He was drunk, but he wanted to go to the side of the boat to relieve himself. Everyone tried to dissuade him but refused to listen. He said he would not fall. But he fell, and although he could float, he never got up again.

The body was salvaged the next day and found in Lingdang, standing upright.

I still don’t know whether he slipped or committed suicide.

After his death, he left nothing but one and his wife. A few people wanted to raise some money as a fund for their girl's future tuition fees, but as soon as the proposal was made, some tribesmen came to fight for the custody of the money. In fact, there was no such money yet. Everyone felt bored and disappeared invisibly.

I wonder how his only daughter is doing now? If you are still in school, you should have graduated from middle school.

"Mr. Fujino" .....

My teacher

My teacher Sun Hanbo is the child of a friend and is three and a half years old this year. He is not pretty, and he rarely talks. He usually does not allow his father to kill chickens and fish. He is kind-hearted, but he ignores all the visitors at home, with a dull expression and looks arrogant. At first I was just teasing him for fun, but later I didn't dare to be presumptuous and recognized him as a teacher. Many people laughed at me for accepting a three-and-a-half-year-old child as my teacher, saying that I was crazy or just being coquettish. I said this is your mistake. Who stipulates that teachers can only judge the big from the small? Sun Hanbo! Teacher Sun, he should be my teacher.

The aunt in the kindergarten took the children for an outing, and he was among them. The aunt picked an armful of flowers and gave them to everyone. When it was his turn, he didn't take them. His little eyes rolled white and his nose flapped. fanned. The aunt asked: "You don't want it?" He said: "Does the flower hurt?" For beautiful things, because they are beautiful, I often don't feel their beauty, don't cherish them, don't protect them, sometimes I feel their beauty. Beauty, because you don't have it, you will feel jealous, slander, and even participate in harm and destruction. Sun Hanbo is compassionate and sees everything as alive and should be respected and lived in peace. He really should be my teacher.

Watching TV at night, before seven o'clock when the TV station starts broadcasting "China", he will stand on the chair. No matter whether the people present are adults or children, whether they are surprised or sneering, he will not look away and beat the rhythm with his hands. .

I don't have such grandeur. For the sake of my own personal safety and career, I am always careful. I have stage fright in everything. I am too picky and too noisy. I don't dare to crowd people for fear of being crowded. I do what I should and shouldn't do. , the most I can write is "turning bad luck into fate, silently slandering me". As a result, I lost a lot of ambition and missed a lot of business. Sun Hanbo is fearless and dares to command the country. He really should be my teacher.

I was writing a banner at his house, and many people gathered around to look at it. They all applauded, and he also crowded over, tilting his head and picking his ears with one hand. His father asked: "What are you looking for?" He said: "Looking at the writing." He asked again: "What is written?" He said: "Words." He asked again: "What words?" He said: "Black characters." I My articles and calligraphy are not good at all, but they are always complimented by others. I have also complimented others. For example, I heard others say that so-and-so’s articles are good. When I read them, I can’t see the merits. But I want to be in the literary world. If I want to be a fool, I have to prove my level of appreciation, or that so-and-so is authoritative or famous. I have to show humility and respect. I need promotion and awards, so I said: "Okay, of course. Look, This couplet he wrote, '×××××××,××××××春', is so good!" Sun Hanbo didn't care about the situation, didn't look at his face, carelessly chose words, beat around the bush, and went straight to the matter. Basically, he really should be my teacher.

Two people argued in the street, first with curses and then with fists. One of them started bleeding from the face, so he grabbed the machete on the table of the butcher shop next to him. The onlookers suddenly dispersed, and his father happened to lead him by, so he ran over and stood between the two of them, shouting: "No fighting, fighting is not a good boy, no fighting!" People are very annoyed now, and they seem to have eaten it. , a trivial matter can cause bloodshed, but when a street fight breaks out, few people go to stop it. I am also afraid that I will protect the weak and suffer the sword of the strong. I am afraid that if I try to subdue the strong, the weak will escape quietly and cannot be separated from the relationship. It is better to do more than to do less. I will just leave without even daring to prove it afterwards. Do. Sun Hanbo survived the danger with great justice and heroic spirit like Xu Honggang. He really should be my teacher.

My teacher talks little, does not teach me like a river, and does not assign homework. He has never been proud of having a student like me, but always has a dull expression and an arrogant look. I thought, maybe he wanted me to understand the truth of "a sharp tongue will make the world dull, and an arrogant person will hinder the ghost". I treated my teacher with sincerity and fear. He made me constantly discover my despicability and know my shame. So, I have no reason not to call him teacher! My teacher will not only have my students, right?

Shoe repairman

There is a shoe repairman at the entrance of the alley, then It’s still a memory from childhood.

Every time I walked to the alley, I would peek at him. For no reason, it was something I should do in my memory for several years. When I peek at him, he doesn't seem to notice me. Maybe he still knows me, after all, I walk past him several times every day.

The shoemaker always wears his shabby clothes and does not change his clothes several times a year. Sitting there wrapped in his patched apron, slowly doing his work, countless shoes sent for repair stood quietly aside. This has been his habit for many years. When the sun comes up, he is already here. When the sun goes down, there is still a dark shadow walking around here. This kind of life never seems to worry the shoemaker.

One day, I took another peek at the shoemaker. I found that there were all kinds of plastic bottles piled up in front of the shoemaker, including yellow Coke bottles, white mineral water bottles, and all kinds of plastic products piled up into a hill in front of him. There was even no space for him to pile these waste products. The shoemaker's stall stands under the eaves of that ancient house, and there is an old-fashioned "28" truck parked there. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of "quacking", accompanied by the sound of the shoemaker knocking on his shoes, and his full face. The dust and the black tools stained with oil made me feel a little sick. Look again at the apron that has been patched with many white patches and is starting to turn yellow, which more and more shows the humble life of a shoemaker.

So, I walked through the alley and stopped peeking at how the shoemaker manipulated the small hammer in his hand. Even on days when it wasn't raining, I would use an umbrella to avoid eye contact with the shoemaker. In my life passing through this alley, the shoemaker no longer existed, nor did I have the memory of that old "28" bicycle.

I seem to be very conflicted, on a drizzling day. I peeked at the shoemaker from under the umbrella. Standing next to the shoemaker was a cute little girl. Although the girl's clothes were very light in color, she was neatly dressed and washed very clean.

The girl holds a lunch box in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand, carefully feeding the shoemaker. The shoemaker ate the food fed by his daughter and looked at the passers-by with a smile.

I thought about it for a long time...

Then, I gave all the plastic bottles at home and what I considered waste products to the shoe repairman. The shoemaker's eyes shone with gratitude, but he could never say it. But my memory makes it clear to me that when I gave him something that day, the shoemaker showed his neat white teeth that no one had ever seen before. Only memory remembers having it.

I will never hold an umbrella again when walking through an alley.

Every few days I would chat with the shoemaker about the recent situation, and even talk about the little girl. I later learned that the shoemaker did not have any children. I met this little girl at the intersection. She was lying there at that time. I met the shoemaker when he passed by early in the morning. The shoemaker's wife was also very happy.

The shoemaker originally planned to disappear into this alley a few years ago, but later...

I would talk to him about my life and work problems every time. . Our relationship became deeper and deeper because of the little girl.

Stars"

I think Bing Xin is not the most talented among the famous female writers in the twentieth century, but I think she is the most talented among all female writers. The most reserved one. Because she never liked to show off, she lived a very low-key life throughout her life.

Actually, I didn’t like Bing Xin’s works in the past. Because she does not have Zhang Ailing's unparalleled talent, nor Lin Huiyin's elegance, nor Ding Ling's demeanor of a literary female warrior. Bing Xin's works always give people a sense of transparency and purity, and their tranquility contains simplicity and sincerity.

Perhaps, this is Bing Xin’s wisdom, always positioning yourself as the most ordinary star, rather than embellishing yourself into the most dazzling star. Just imagine, in twentieth-century China, such a well-known female writer can control herself in such a measured way. Isn't it the wisdom of life? The most valuable thing is that although she puts herself in the position of the stars, she never follows the crowd or follows what others say. Rather, it reflects self-worth and self-transcendence all the time. From this point alone, we can say that Bing Xin is the most successful female writer in the 20th century. Her success lies in the fact that she used her perfection to leave an eternal legend to an era.

This may be a beautiful moral character and a great personality. There is a saying that the world does not lack talented people, but it lacks virtuous people. If you were asked to choose between talent and virtue, I think most people would choose virtue only. The famous American female writer Margaret Elizabeth is also one of them. She once wrote in a book that Margaret once attended a symposium. At the symposium, all the writers boasted about their own He has written dozens, even hundreds, of works. When it was Margaret's turn at last, she was seen sitting in the most inconspicuous corner and said lightly: "I only wrote one book, "Gone with the Wind."" After hearing "Gone with the Wind," Everyone was stunned and their faces were crimson.

In our 21st century, when it comes to celebrities on earth, it seems that there are more derogations than praises, especially the current female celebrities, all of which are really off-putting. Whenever I see them using gestures to express their infinitely rich emotions, and uttering exclamations from time to time about what this is and what that is, I feel really ashamed for them. They dress themselves up in all kinds of weird ways all day long, just to stand out and attract everyone's attention. Of course, what I am talking about are just some vain little stars. I also have unlimited admiration for the real big stars. For example, the eternally talented Cai Wenji and Li Qingzhao, and the peerless beauties Audrey Hepburn, Vivien Leigh, etc. But no one will deny that stars have their own sorrows, and stars have their own happiness.

There are stars in the sky, and I know that I am the most inconspicuous one, because I am simple, and even more because I am ordinary. Although I am indifferent, I am just like what Ms. Bing Xin wrote in a poem. I don't like sunflowers. I only want to be a water lotus that can emerge from the mud without being stained.

The stars are dotted, forming a beautiful starry sky. Only a few stars can hold up colorful dreams. My friend, be a star, it will perfect your journey forward in life.

, "Grandma"

Frankly speaking, my memory of grandma is vague.

There are only two things that I remember deeply.

One was her quarrel with her mother.

I was very young there and didn’t know what was going on, and they were making a lot of noise. My introverted and honest father didn't say anything, and I just hid in fear in the corridor from the hall to the kitchen and cried. Also crying were my sister, who was two years older than me, and my brother, who was two years younger. Since then, my grandma has lived with my uncle in another village six or seven miles away.

Another thing is that when grandma got old, she suffered from Alzheimer's disease and sat at the gate all day long without moving around. I went to see her and asked her if she knew me. Strangely, his eyes that had always been chaotic suddenly became clear, and he called out my name clearly. But she forgot it in an instant, and after a while she asked vaguely who I was, so she had to patiently tell him who I was. She was also thinking, searching for the mist-like memory.

My grandma gave birth to four sons. The third son was a fool, and our nephews called him "Nao Ye". Because of rheumatic heart disease, "Nao Ye" passed away. On the day that "Master Nao" was buried, the eighty-eight-year-old grandma seemed to wake up again and stared blankly in the direction of "Master Nao"'s grave. A few days later, grandma also passed away. People in the village said that "Nao Ye" was buried in peace, so grandma felt relieved that she had nothing to worry about in the world.

On the day of the funeral, several grandchildren carried the coffin to take grandma up the mountain. Wading in the stagnant water on the road, I remembered that she actually knew me in her confusion, and I couldn't help but feel sad. My heart ached, and my tears rolled down as my grandma's coffin shook.

, "Human Nature"

Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds at any time, blooming at any time, embellish this long path with fragrant flowers. , so that pedestrians can walk through the branches and leaves, step on the thorns, and feel the pain. There are tears to fall, but they are not desolate.

—Inscription

Life is like wine, either clear or dry, because of love, it becomes mellow; life is like wine, either high or low, because of love, It becomes pleasant to the ear; life is picturesque, either rich or dark, because of love, it becomes beautiful and colorful.

It is human nature, I think we should have sympathy.

Who makes the music of love linger in the air for a long time? Cong Fei, from the time he first saw the out-of-school children until he was favored by the god of death, devoted his love and money. His voice may not be as beautiful as before, but it won the most pious applause. How could he be like this without sympathy? Sympathy made his life eternal and filled the children's lives with hope.

It is human nature, I think there should be family affection.

Do you know the result of falling from a cliff? I still remember the Ferris wheel accident many years ago. When a family of three were enjoying the joy of the Ferris wheel, suddenly the Ferris wheel malfunctioned. Just as they fell from the sky, a surprising scene happened. The parents held up their children with both hands, holding up the sky of life. Some people say that the sky was unusually quiet at that moment, tears blurred everyone's eyes, and everyone had an urge to go home.

It is human nature, I think there should be a teacher-student relationship.

The recent Wenchuan earthquake broke everyone's heart, but there is a feeling that people will never forget.

Tan Qianqiu, an ordinary teacher, used his body to block the reinforced concrete falling from the sky during the earthquake, and used his backbone to support a sky of life for the students below him.

Gou Xiaochao, a primary school teacher, went in and out of the collapsed teaching building to rescue his students during the earthquake. When he finally rushed into the teaching building, the concrete slab held him down, but his hands still held the two students tightly.

How much love is contained in the sentence "human nature". Perhaps it is these ordinary feelings that explain the true meaning of life.