March

"My favorite painting is this one," Mu Xin said with infinite fascination, looking at March in the album. "Every time I look at this painting, I feel that my eyes shine, as if there is a breeze coming at me. It's like I walked into the painting, stepped on the snow, walked to the horse, walked to the house ... "The young man looked very drunk. But, really, I'm basically blind in painting, and I'm at a loss when it comes to painting, but after reading this March, I also feel the same as Mu Xin. It seemed to open a window in front of me and brought me to the Russian world in early spring. The clusters of tall branches against the blue sky were as clean, bright and cheerful as the scene in March on campus, beating with a fresh and active vitality. ...

Mu Xin and I met in such a parade.

In the next semester of senior three, all our senior one students will face "two major adaptations" (this is what the director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office said). First of all, the school moved from the city center to the suburbs, from day school to boarding school. We must first adapt to boarding life (oh, boarding! I shudder at the thought of it. Second, the first year of high school is divided into classes, and all classes have to be rearranged, so we have to adapt to the new class. So in the first few days of school, I feel that everything is different and everything is in a mess.

On the day of school registration, I took an hour's bus ride and came to my new school for the first time. Come in and have a look, all the buildings are new, like coming to a new building village of immigrants. After wandering around the teaching building for a long time, I found my new class and went in to pick a vacancy. What I smell in my nose is a faint smell of decoration materials. Most of the students I see in my eyes are strangers, even the head teacher, Mr. Yang. My heart is not declining at all, but I just sit there and become speechless. At this time, a girl who was late caught everyone's attention. She finished the "report" and stood at the door of the class, blushing a little in full view. Teacher Yang said, "Let's find an empty seat first." There are not many vacancies in the class. She looked at them, walked over to me and sat down.

This girl is Mu Xin.

I remember her. I met her several times in the corridor of the old school last semester. Thin, with long black hair, fair skin and light footsteps, but with alert eyes-you may look down on your eyes when you face each other, but you can clearly feel it when you look at you. Judging from that temperament, I thought she would be an art student in a liberal arts class, but I didn't expect to study science like me.

When she sat down, she smiled at me and I smiled at her.

On the second day of reporting for duty, I officially checked into the dormitory. Mom felt a bit like where you were going, so she gave me a suitcase and a bag. The suitcase and bag were about to burst, and she muttered uneasily, "What's worse?" It seems that I'm not going to live on campus, but I've been sent to the frontier and never looked back. She still insisted on taking a taxi to take me to school to help me settle down, but I couldn't beat her and had to agree.

Mu Xin was already inside when we trudged up the fourth floor of the girls' dormitory with our suitcases and handbags on our backs, crossed the dusty and noisy corridor and pushed open the dormitory door. The girls' dormitory is a room for four people. When we arrived, there were only two girls in the class, so we enjoyed special treatment, two people in one room. Mu Xin was in no hurry to tidy up, but sat on a stool under the window, absorbed in reading a picture book. The sunshine in early spring shone on her, which made her hair shine in jet black, and the outline of her face seemed to shine. There is a small traveling bag on the table next to her, which is probably everything she brought. Hearing me come in, Mu Xin turned his head and smiled again: "Are you here?"

I put my things down and walked over. "What are you looking at, so absorbed?"

Mu Xin showed me the cover of this album. A thin man with a wide forehead, a high nose and a beard looked at me gloomily, and three big characters were written next to him: Levitan.

"Levitan, my favorite painter." Mu Xin said.

"What a strange name." I listened to myself, "strange girl, will like this kind of thing!" " "

On the first night at school, I really realized what insomnia is. The more I want to fall asleep, the more I can't sleep. No wonder I grew up and spent the night outside for the first time. Lying in the dormitory, there is nothing wrong with it: the wooden bed is in a panic, the uniform bedding has an unspeakable strange smell, and there are people patrolling back and forth in the corridor in the middle of the night ... I toss and turn, and I have to look at the small alarm clock at the bedside every hour. For a while, I wanted to ask Mu Xin in a low voice if he was asleep. Listen carefully. Her breathing was even and steady, as if immersed in a deep dream, and she didn't even move. I remember the last time I looked at my watch was 4 am. Then I was really sleepy and fell asleep.

In the morning, I was awakened by the wake-up call on the radio. I woke up in a daze and saw the glare of indoor lights. Mu Xin has finished washing and is urging me. "Hurry up, let's go to the canteen to see what's delicious."

Alas, it's okay not to mention the canteen, but you have to worry when it comes to the canteen. Before living in school, I thought I could eat well. I'm not picky about food, but why am I tired of eating in the cafeteria after living on campus for less than a week? The food is always unwashed, the rice is always overnight, the meat is always fat, and jiaozi can never eat any stuffing ... Later, when he entered the canteen, he lost his appetite when he smelled the smell, so he had to stop eating in the canteen. As soon as dinner arrives, I will buy a bowl of instant noodles from the canteen and go back to the dormitory to soak. A week's nutrition depends on my mother cooking a big dinner for me when I get home on Saturday afternoon. What puzzles me is that Mu Xin likes such a meal! After eating, I said to myself, "Are you full? More? " I can't stand her, as if I've never eaten in my life! I said, "Is it so delicious?"

"Yes," Mu Xin smacked his lips. "The taste of freedom."

"What?"

"I think so, too," Mu Xin took his time. "These meals, if they are used as food, are really not very delicious. Therefore, I regard them as an energy that needs to be replenished regularly. If it is not supplemented, it is-power outage. "

"So you can eat?"

"At least I am. Regardless of taste or nutrition, it is just a supplement! " Mu Xin smiled. "So is sleeping."

"Replenish energy?"

"yes. Anyway, I must stay at school for a week. If I can't sleep well, I can only feel uncomfortable. "

"I know the truth, but ..."

"Why not change your mind and give it a try?"

That night, with Mu Xin's help, I began to test her "energy theory". The next night after self-study, we went back to the dormitory and turned off the lights early to sleep. I can't sleep as soon as I go to bed, while listening to the footsteps of the teacher on duty in the corridor, I whispered. Shut up and pretend to sleep when the footsteps are loud, and then start talking when the footsteps are far away and the danger is lifted. So we chatted for a while, stopped for a while, stopped for a while, and unconsciously, the drowsiness gradually surfaced. Later, we said "good night" to each other and went to bed. I meditated on "replenishing energy" and "replenishing energy" in my mind. I don't know if this "energy theory" has played a role, or if I haven't slept well for several days in a row and my body is really tired. That night was the first time I slept through the night since I lived on campus. I woke up in the morning and saw the whole room lit up, thinking I was dreaming!

It was a turning point, and since then, things have developed in a good direction. With a good sleep for the first time, there will be a second and third time ... sleep well and eat well. Slowly, like other students, I can go to the canteen to eat normally. Maybe sleeping is the same as eating, mainly a psychological problem. It would be nice if the psychological barrier was lifted. In this process, I want to thank Mu Xin in particular. It's hard to imagine how much my problem will develop if it's not her who lives in the same room as me, but a girl who suffers from insomnia and anorexia!

Despite Mu Xin's fast and good accommodation, she suffered a lot in math and physics classes. For these three classes, it is a bit exaggerated to say that her brain is like a hard stone, but it is very appropriate to say that it is like an elm knot in one's heart-a very simple thing that she can't understand. My initial feeling was right. Mu Xin chose the wrong topic. She should have taken the liberal arts exam. She is good at Chinese and foreign languages, but she is too good at science. In every exam, her grades are the bottom of the class. But she doesn't seem to care at all. She not only doesn't care, but also doesn't like her. I once got a perfect score of 120 in math. I got 96 points in the exam, and she got 52 points. But she took the paper, looked at the bright red "52" in front of her, and said with a smile, "If you don't do well in the exam, you don't do well in the exam!" Then fold the paper and lie prone on the table without listening to the teacher's comments.

For Mu Xin, having math and physics classes is basically a kind of torture. She has her own way of killing time, that is painting. She has a book devoted to painting. The teacher said above, and she scribbled on it. She draws cartoon characters, sketches of teachers and classmates, and small animals. What she paints most is the scenery, which is seen from the classroom window-a tree outside the window, a corner of the playground, a building in the distance ... more is the scenery she imagined-a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, a small house by the sea, a western woman in 18th century clothes standing at the end of vilen ... Needless to say, she is "lifelike". Slowly, I also have her paintings in my notebook. Mu Xin is very cunning, and he is good at camouflage when painting in class. Instead of painting with his head down, he always pays attention to the teacher's movements and paints when the teacher is not paying attention. With the ability to see and listen in all directions, she successfully escaped the teacher's examination again and again. However, foxes always show their tails. Once she was painting in Teacher Yang's class, and was found by Teacher Yang. She went to the office with Teacher Yang in the mood of going to the execution ground. But unexpectedly, Mr. Yang is a very persuasive teacher. Instead of severely criticizing and punishing Mu Xin, she talked with her to find out her hobbies and assigned her the task of putting up posters for the class. Mu Xin survived, and immediately assured Mr. Yang that he would listen attentively in class and stop doodling. From then on, in Teacher Yang's class, she really stopped drawing, but she could take other classes and take pictures correctly.

Mu Xin accepted the task of distributing posters to the class, and his enthusiasm was very high. He bought brushes and paints with class fees, and took advantage of lunch breaks and extracurricular activities. In Teacher Yang's office, he writes and draws by himself, which doesn't help at all. In just three days, he finished two posters. In the poster contest of the next school, she beat the talented girls in the liberal arts class and won the first place. After winning the prize, Mu Xin was very proud and began to talk to me in a tone of lesson. "It's outrageous to live with me all day and not be influenced by me," he said, taking out Levitan's paintings. "Well, it's okay to see more and cultivate some artistic cells, ah."

This young man!

rise

After the Wall Newspaper won the prize, this "talent" was discovered by xu teacher, the judge of the Wall Newspaper and our art teacher.

Speaking of xu teacher, she is recognized by all girls as the most handsome male teacher in our school, and is the idol and dream lover of many girls. He is very tall, with long hair, wearing a casual coat and jeans. He is a young and uninhibited artist. What we admire most is that he never talks to us with a straight face. He made us feel that there was no distance between us, and some students called him "Xu Ge" to his face. But xu teacher only gave us a lesson once every two weeks, which was very helpless. Under the current education system, art class-in xu teacher's words-is like "sprinkling a little pepper noodles in the soup, at best, just to enhance the taste". We only have classes once every two weeks, so xu teacher can't really teach us to draw. He gave us an art appreciation class, introduced art knowledge and appreciated the world famous paintings. Therefore, after teaching us for a semester, we didn't find Mu Xin's talent.

But now, he found out.

He invited Mu Xin to join the school art group.

On the day of receiving the news, Mu Xin returned to the dormitory and was very excited: "It's incredible, I'm going to join the art troupe! All of them are art students majoring in fine arts, and some of them have studied for many years since childhood. Am I dreaming? "

"Silly girl, this is not a dream," I teased her. "Art mainly depends on talent, and it doesn't matter how many years you have studied. Go boldly. "

The next day after class, Mu Xin dragged me to the art activity room.

The art activity room is located in a small building on the second floor of the new campus. It is a special area for art students, which is really mysterious to us ordinary students. Mu Xin pushed open the door left unlocked, and as soon as he stepped in, he let out a low "wow".

There is no doubt that she really came to the place she dreamed of.

In a room of more than 100 square meters, the walls are piled up. ...

I suggest you read the children's literature in April and May of 20 10.