Where am I today in the Civilization Year of Junior High School 450 words

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, what is waiting for me? Wanying said, you will know today today next year...

This is a lonely and helpless summer. At this moment, I am sitting at the table, recalling the life between two points and one line. Where to start? Let’s talk about the people who have left me first. Wan Ying is my senior sister. She has been in primary school for four years and junior high school for three years. I have always followed her footsteps, as if I am never tired of recording the traces left by a person. She is so good that I enjoy imitating her growth process.

She always walks very fast on the way to school, pulling me behind me who is walking slowly. We would cross several crosswalks without traffic lights, and she would go to my left first, and then to my right - this was like a rule. She would stand between me and the traffic, hold my hand tightly, and lead me through it. Each small danger. Then, I walked into the classroom on the first floor, and she ran towards the third floor.

They all seem to be my bad habits: snoozing, gluttony, and running downstairs regardless of the fastened buttons. She always stood downstairs waiting for me for a long time, holding the half-eaten breakfast bag in her mouth, and helping me button my clothes. I thought this must be the reason why she was late.

Oh, maybe I should say "one of the reasons". I have no idea what kind of torture it is to have morning self-study at 6:30 every day. "You will do the same today next year." Wan Ying always told me. And I still don’t understand what she was referring to. "It's a habit." She always responded to my questions. Is it a habit to eliminate breakfast on the way to school? Are you used to wasting 13/24 of every day in school? Or get used to adapting to everything around you: fair, unfair; correct, incorrect; worthy of complaining, not worthy of complaining...

On the way from school, neon lights are always flashing, street lights, cars The lights were so bright that the stars couldn't open their eyes. The surrounding buildings all looked more majestic than during the day, except for our teaching building, which was lonely and proud, with its door open, watching the dull faces of the students disappear into the sea of ??lights. I saw all kinds of people, including those wearing miniskirts and camisole, wearing ties and wearing hairspray, as well as women wearing bright red and inferior chemical fiber clothes with their hair permed into outdated wavy curls, and migrant workers who kept spouting standard Chinese curse words. , I saw a modern girl on stilts trying her best to look cool and reserved, but in such a market environment, she just looked kitsch. Unfortunately, no one can see me, nor Wanying. We are all just transparent people suffocated by books and hopes. I can see our future: the sun shines through my body on the mottled wildflowers and grasses. When we cry in pain, the dandelions and Jiangxi Lahu will shout loudly: "It's raining!" Sad, but ridiculous, That's all I can think of.

At this time, Wanying always touches my head, takes a deep breath, and asks me the brand of shampoo I use. I always tell her the same name, and she always says: " Sorry, I forgot again." She stared blankly at the window of the residential building opposite and said that she had the urge to connect the diagonal line. This was a conditioned reflex. I struggled to identify whether the vague shadow of a potted plant behind the curtain was a cactus or a tuberose. She said: "You will be like this next year too". As a consolation, she would tell interesting stories about the class. This story has never stopped since I was in the first grade of junior high school. I just think that when she graduates next year, this will be my last year listening to her stories.

It’s strange that the fourth grade of junior high school in Wan Ying’s mouth was colorful and interesting, but my class was lifeless. She only said that it was because the class style and appearance were different, without giving too much explanation. Yes, no need to explain, that's fine. In her story, I described the blueprint for the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, hoping for relaxation and beauty. I no longer ask her whether life in the fourth grade of junior high school is boring and disturbing, because I know she will give me the answer: You will know next year today.

Wanying and I are only one year apart, but I don’t understand why she is so profound. If we still use the theory of "next year today" to answer the question, we can only say that the fourth grade of junior high school has left too many things...

The last mock exam is over, and Wanying did very well in the exam. Not ideal. This is a big blow to a student who has always been "top-notch".

"Other people say that if your simulation results are not ideal, you will do well in the final exam, and you..." "Shit!" This was the first time I heard her say dirty words, and I didn't know how to respond, but she seemed to be okay with it all. He didn't care and continued walking forward in silence. In the middle of the street, she started crying, and her crying became louder and louder. At this moment, I felt a lot more relaxed. I stood with her in the traffic, listening to the driver honking and yelling angrily. Fuck you, I don’t care either! Wan Ying is still standing between me and the car - the rules have not changed...

Wan Ying's ambition is to be admitted to F High School. She did go, but she was not included in the unified admissions and expanded admissions lists. Without her name, she only went to school in F High School. I heard from others that Wan Ying went to school as a lieutenant colonel because of her father's efforts. Forget it, I don’t believe it. I said she would do well in the high school entrance exam.

Wanying, wait for me. I will also go to F High School and follow you. I will pester you to tell me stories and ask you to take me across the road. However, before that, I also have to go through the fourth grade of junior high school, learn to cross the road by myself, and learn to get used to eating breakfast on the road...

Am I really recording her trajectory? So sooner or later, will I habitually regard everything in my eyes as geometric figures, and use swear words to relieve stress when I fail in an exam?

In the words of Lao Ban, this is called life, a learning life, and a life in which everyone should love learning. And what do I want to love about it? When my enthusiasm and smile disappear in this life, I will understand what I should love about it, and I will tell interesting stories like Wanying.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, what exactly is waiting for me? I will know next year today...