There is nothing taboo about saying "mowgli", and I am eager to get it off my chest, but I intend to talk about my own business.
Yes When the pupils came back from school, they excitedly described what they had seen and heard, how Teacher Dong cared, how Wang Debao was late and how he got along with him.
Students sitting on the bench, because they are untidy and talk endlessly, how to deduct points? Although adults are lazy, they can put it down.
He said. I felt the sadness of this phenomenon when I was a child, and I have a taboo against talking to myself since then. so far
Now, when talking to people, I am always happy if they say I listen. If I say people listen, then I will consider it later.
I always feel very uneasy and my uncle's family is tired. If you are really full, there is no place to talk. There's only one way out.
Do something earth-shattering and then write an autobiography, not afraid that no one will pay attention. This used to be a naive dream, but now it has gradually come true.
I see, if you want to become a great man who attracts worldwide attention, it is hopeless to write a volume of autobiography, or stay with you at any time.
Write something about yourself seriously, don't be too depressed. When you are old, you can't copy. You must be more talkative than anyone else.
Oh dear.
However, the literature around "I, I, I" will be scolded. I recently read two sentences in a Chinese-English book.
It is very appropriate to use a sentence to scold those writers who are too interested in themselves: "They stare all their lives."
Looking at your navel, I want to find it, but others are also interested, so let others stare. "
I'm a little skeptical about whether this is a belly button exhibition, but I wrote it anyway.
money
I wonder if the custom of "grasping the week" is popular all over the country. When I was one year old, I habitually chose an East in the paint tray.
Lucy, the desire to predict the future. I took the money-it seems to be a small gold pound. I don't care if my aunt remembers. also
A maid insisted that I had a pen, and I didn't know which was more reliable. But anyway, it seems that I have had a good time since I was a child.
My mother was very surprised when she found the floor. As soon as she arrived, she shook her head and said, "Their generation …" My mother.
I am a lofty person. Of course, I never talk about money when I have money, even when I was badly forced by money later.
Money is very light. This spotless attitude aroused my disgust and drove me to the opposite side. So, once learned.
As for the word "money worship", I insist that I am a money worshipper.
I like money because I have never tasted the bitterness of money-although I have experienced some hardships, it is compared with what others really eat.
It's really nothing-I don't know the disadvantages of money, only the advantages of money.
When you live at home, you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, tuition, medical expenses and entertainment expenses, but you don't have to worry about yourself either.
There is never money in hand. Because we are afraid that our children will buy snacks, our lucky money is always under the pillow and will be returned after the New Year.
For my father, we never wanted to resist. I went to the store alone when I was sixteen, and I didn't study.
If you get used to it, you will have no desire.
After watching the movie, I stood on the side of the road like a child from a police station, waiting for the bus driver at home to recognize me.
Going back (because I can't remember the car number at home and I can't find him) is the only luxury I remember.
Go to sleep.
For the first time in my life, I drew a cartoon and put it in the English Damei Evening News.
After giving me five yuan, I immediately went to buy a little Qi Dan lipstick. My mother scolded me for not keeping that bill.
Memorial, but I'm not as emotional as her. For me, money is money, and I can buy all kinds of things I want.
Some things I think should be my own, because I will enjoy it more than others, because it gives me unparalleled.
Joey. Miansi dreams of planning a dress. When it comes to buying it, he has to think twice. The project under consideration is
There is joy in suffering. If there is too much money, don't consider it; There is no money at all, and you don't have to consider it. I am here.
This kind of restraint belongs to the petty bourgeoisie. Every time I see the word "ordinary citizen", I feel awkward.
Yourself, as if wearing such a red silk note on your chest.
I have been a self-reliant citizen for a year. Regarding professional women, Su Qing said this: "Myself.
Listen, I bought everything in the room, even a nail. However, what's the fun? "
This is a wise saying, and I have repeated it several times before I feel sad.
I heard a lady stand up and say, "I have been supporting myself since I was seventeen, and I am thirty-one this year."
With a man's money. "Seems to be very proud, but also close to angrily?
Up to now, I still fully enjoy the happiness of self-sufficiency, perhaps because I am still new here, I
You can't forget how you asked your father for money to pay the piano teacher when you were a child. I stood in front of the cigarette shop for a long time,
There is no answer. Then I left my father and lived with my mother. Asking mom for money is a very kind and tasteful thing at first.
Because I have always loved my mother with a romantic love. She is a beautiful and sensitive woman, and I am very
I seldom contact her. When I was four years old, she went abroad and came back and walked several times. In the eyes of children, she is
Distant and mysterious. She took me out twice. When crossing the road, she occasionally holds my hand and feels a kind of life.
Sparse stimulation. But later, when she was in a dilemma, she stretched out her hand and asked her for money, for three days and two days, suffering for her temper, for
My own forgetfulness and ingratitude, those trivial embarrassment, ruined my love a little.
Whether you can love someone enough to ask him for pocket money is a strict test.
It's hard, but I like my job. "Learn written martial arts and sell them to the royal family"; Former literati depend on it.
The ruling class eats, and now the situation is slightly different. I am glad that my parents are not "emperors" but groceries.
An ambitious public. If you don't kiss up to the public-the public is really the cutest customer and not so capricious,
"Tianwei is unpredictable"; Don't put on airs, treat others sincerely, and will remember you for five to ten years for your little benefit. but
And the public is abstract. If you must have a master. Of course, I prefer the abstract.
Although I don't have enough money, I also bought some goods. Last year, I heard a friend predict that there had been no sales in recent years.
Qiao Qirong of Lu is sure to be popular soon, because in today's Shanghai, women's fashion can't turn out any new tricks.
It is bound to seek inspiration from the memories of five years ago. So I saved several hundred yuan to buy a georgette sweater. Stored until now
Now, I saw Qiao Qirong in the market and sent it to the consignment shop, but I hope I can't sell it, so I can do it myself.
Leave it alone.
This is full of contradictions. Shopping is about the romantic attitude of a fallen son, right? In that way
Recently, when an old man who sells lai weighed vegetables into my net bag, he put a stumbling block in his mouth for a while.
Son. I didn't feel anything strange carrying a wet trip. I found myself in a different place than before, and my heart was very
Happy-there seems to be some actual progress, and I can't tell why.
penetrate
Zhang Henshui's ideal can represent the ideal of ordinary people. He likes women in blue coats.
There is a red silk cheongsam under the coat, with a little temptation in innocence. I am not qualified to appear in his novels, and neither am I.
This volunteer. Because my mother loves to make clothes, my father once whispered, "People are not hangers!" "I am the most
One of my first memories is that my mother stood in front of the mirror and pinned an emerald brooch on her green jacket. I looked up at her.
I am so envious that I can't wait to grow up. I said, "I want to comb my hair at the age of eight and wear high heels at the age of ten."
At the age of sixteen, I can eat zongzi dumplings and anything that is difficult to digest. "The more impatient, the more I feel that the days are too long. children
Day by day in 2008, it was warm and slow, just like the sunshine on the pink velvet lining inside the old cotton shoes.
Sometimes I feel that the days pass too fast, and suddenly I have grown a lot, with new dresses and lush brocade.
Not once. I can't wear it anymore. I feel sad when I think about that dress in the future, and I think it is a lifelong regret.
There was a time when I lived under the rule of my stepmother. I'll never forget picking out a thin crimson cotton for her to wear.
Robe, the color of ground beef, is not bad to wear, just like old sores all over; Winter has passed, and it's still frozen.
Scar-it is so hateful and shameful. More than half because of shame. Middle school life is unpleasant, very
Make fewer friends.
After graduating from high school, I lived with my mother. My mother put forward a very fair way: if you want to get married early, then
Don't study, dress yourself up with tuition; If you want to continue studying, you don't have enough money to pay attention to clothes. I'm going to Hong Kong.
After I went to college, I won two scholarships and saved my mother a little money. I thought I could be presumptuous, so I followed.
I made some clothes at will, and I'm still addicted to them.
Harmony of color and luster, China people have learned two laws of "contrast" and "harmony" from the west-with a superficial eye.
Method, contrast is red and green, harmony is turquoise. As we all know, the conflict between two different greens is very obvious.
Yes; The more the two greens are pushed, the more uneasy they are. The contrast between red and green, like a Christmas tree, lacks feedback.
Ignorance. People in China used to pay attention to sharp contrast. There are two sentences: "Red with green is not enough; Red with purple, a bubble. "
In Jin Ping Mei, my daughter-in-law Song Huilian wears a red coat and a purple skirt. Ximen Qing doesn't like it,
I opened the box and found a blue silk to make a skirt with her.
Modern people in China often say that people in the past did not know how to match colors. The contrast of the ancients is not absolute, but unbalanced.
Compare, for example: sapphire with apple green, Song Huase with red, green with pink. We have forgotten what we knew before.
Taoism.
The exquisite and complicated harmony in the past can only be found in Japanese fabrics. So I like to buy it in Hongkou.
You can borrow their clothes and roll them into tubes like ancient paintings. You can't just visit them. You have to let the shopkeepers roll them up one by one.
The paper roll is slowly opened. It's embarrassing to make a mess of the whole store and not buy anything.
The tailoring of kimono is extremely complicated, and the patterns on the material are often buried, but the lines are simple.
China cheongsam gives a clear impression.
Japanese cloth, one is a picture. I often take it out several times before giving it to the tailor.
Appreciation: the leaves of palm trees half cover the small temples in Myanmar, and it rains one after another, and it is reddish-brown tropical; Pond in early summer, water
There is a green film on it. Lilac with duckweed, broken stem, as if to fill in the poem "Regret for the Past in Jiangnan";
There is another one, the theme is "Flowers in the Rain", with big purple flowers on a white background and dripping water.
I remember what I saw and didn't buy it. There is a kind of dark silk with green color, which is covered with large shadows.
Wind and thunder also have a kind of silk Japanese material, light lake color, shining wood grain and water grain; Every other way, there are two floating on the water.
Plum blossoms are as big as tea bowls, with iron hooks and silver hooks, like colorful glass window paintings in medieval churches, and are heavily embedded in red glass.
Iron frame.
The most common colors on the market are all kinds of nameless colors, such as blue, gray, yellow and yellow, which can only be used as backs.
Scenery is neutral color, also called protective color, civilized color and mixed color. Mixing colors also has secrets.
Love shines on you like the sun in another universe. But I always feel that this is not enough, not enough, just like Van Gogh.
Painting, painting sunflowers under the scorching sun in southern France, always feels that the coloring is not strong enough, so the colors are piled up much higher.
It sticks out and the oil painting becomes a relief. For people who can't speak, clothes are a kind of speech, a pocket drama that they carry with them. Isn't it a "trap" to live in such a self-made drama atmosphere? (Chekhov's Trap Man always wears a raincoat and an umbrella to cover himself up. Even his watch has pockets, and everything has condoms. The dramatization of life is unhealthy. People like us who grew up in urban culture always see the sea first, then the sea; Read love novels first, and then understand love; Our experience of life is often the second round. With the help of man-made drama, it is difficult to draw a clear line between life and drama. One night, under the moon, I was walking in the dormitory corridor with a classmate. I am twelve years old, and she is several years older than me. She said, "I am very good with you, but I don't know you." Because of the moon, because I was born to write novels. I said solemnly in a low voice, "I am ... except my mother, there is only you." She was so moved that even I was moved. There's another thing that bothers me. It was earlier. I was five years old and my mother was not in China. My father's aunt is a prostitute older than him. Her name is Lao Ba. She has a pale oval face and a long nose. She made me a fashionable chiffon short sleeve and said to me, "Look how good I am to you! When your mother makes clothes for you, she is always mending the old ones. Where is she willing to use whole velvet? Do you like me or your mother? " I said, "I like you." Because I didn't lie this time, it's even worse to think about it. When I was a child, I often ate cloud cakes that I dreamed of eating. When I eat it, the thin cake turns into paper. Besides Liang, I am also embarrassed. I always like milk foam. When drinking milk, I try to swallow the small white beads on the side of the bowl first. In A Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Mu asked Xue what he liked to hear and eat. Yin Bao knows that old people like to watch lively operas and eat sweet and rotten things, so she chose what the old lady likes. I love sweet and rotten food as much as the old people. I don't like to eat crisp and refreshing things, such as pickled radish, pickled radish, clam moth crisp, and I won't eat melon seeds. I can't eat delicate dishes such as fish and shrimp at all, so I am the most peaceful "meat eater". The so-called "beef farm" in Shanghai is a lovely place, white and clean, with a dark pink note "soup and meat ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× On the roof, the spherical white lampshade is covered with anti-aircraft gun black cloth and lined with red lining, which is very clear The guys in white coats are all red and fat, smiling, standing on the bench with one foot and reading tabloids. Their eggplant is very big, their onions are very fragrant, and their pigs are going to kill. There was a collapsed car parked at the door, and two pigs came in, neatly peeled, with some blood stains on their corners and a line on their stomachs, revealing bright red linings. I don't know why, but I didn't feel unhappy after reading it. Everything is no longer appropriate, no matter how legal or more appropriate. I would like to find a job in a beef farm and sit in front of a computer to collect money. There is a mental sanatorium with fresh air. Don't think too much about everything. Adults in the world sit on trams and look up at the people standing in front of them. They are as good-looking as possible, but their nostrils are rarely clean. So there is a saying: "No one can be a hero in front of subordinates." My brother is very beautiful. I'm not at all. Everyone in our family is very sorry since childhood, because such a small mouth, such big eyes and such long eyelashes are born on the boy's face, which is a waste. The elder loves to ask him, "Can you lend me your eyelashes? I will pay you back tomorrow. " However, he always refuses. Once, when someone talked about his beautiful wife, he asked, "Is it as good as mine?" People often make fun of his vanity. He was jealous of my painting, so he tore it up when no one was around, or drew it with two black bars. I can imagine the oppression he felt psychologically. I am one year older than him, I can talk better than him, I am in better health, I can't eat what I can eat, and I can't do what I can. I always give advice when we play together. As two members of Xiao Jiang, we can be used to fighting in Jin Jiazhuang. My name is Yue Hong, and his name is Hong Xing. I use a sword one day, he uses two bronze hammers, and there are many virtual partners. When the opening ceremony is held, it is always at dusk. Aunt Jin was in the kitchen, and everyone had a good meal, climbed over the hill and attacked the barbarians in the moonlight. Occasionally, two tigers were killed on the road and robbed of their eggs. It's a tapestry the size of a bucket. It looks like a boiled egg when cut open, but the yolk is round. My brother often doesn't listen to my assignments, so he quarrels. He cannot be ordered or obeyed. However, he is really beautiful and lovely. Sometimes I ask him to make up a story: a traveler chases, runs, runs and chases a tiger like the wind. Before he finished, I was already laughing. I kissed him on the cheek and treated him like a gadget. After having a stepmother, I spend a lot of time at school, so I seldom go home, and I don't know what kind of life my brother leads. On a holiday, I was surprised to see him. He became tall and thin, wearing a dirty blue coat and renting a lot of comic books. I was reading Mu Shiying's "North and South Pole" and Ba Jin's "Death", and I felt it necessary to correct his mouth and stomach. However, he just disappeared. Everyone told me his misdeeds, truancy, disobedience and no ambition. I am more angry than anyone else, and I agree with everyone. I vilify him so fiercely, but they persuade me. Later, at the dinner table, my father punched him in the mouth for a little thing. I was so shocked that I covered my face with my rice bowl and burst into tears. My stepmother smiled and said, "Hey, why are you crying? Not you! You see, he didn't cry, but you cried! " I left my bowl, rushed to the bathroom next door, bolted the door and sobbed silently. I stood in front of the mirror, watching my face move and tears gushing down, like a close-up in a movie. I gritted my teeth and said, "I want revenge." I will get my revenge one day. "The glass window of the bathroom is facing the balcony, and with a bang, a ball jumps on the glass and bounces back. My brother is playing football on the balcony. He has forgotten. He is used to such things. I didn't cry any more, but I felt a cold sadness. (Original issue1May, 944, No.718 of Heaven and Earth Monthly was jointly issued.