Taoist fast crossing

Every morning, my mother went to work at Mr. Liu's house, and in the afternoon she looked after the children for Mrs. Li. On the way back in the evening, she picked up the laundry and rubbed it until the cock crowed before she could rest for a while.Occasionally waking up at night, there was the sound of rubbing clothes in her ears, and her tired sigh suppressed in her throat.Sometimes my younger brother also woke up, and we looked around, tears falling hard.

When I was older and had the strength to do her laundry, my younger brother started going to school, and the family was even more financially struggling. She had to wipe the floor at night, and she couldn't even straighten her waist when she came back.Every day when my younger brother came back from school, he taught me the newly recognized characters and asked me to use a pencil to write on paper...but he was reluctant to use it himself.Such a short pencil can only be bought after a few days of laundry, because it is a Western product.The country can't make pencils... At that time, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.Every time before my brother does his homework, he has to think about the manuscript and write the answer stroke by stroke. Even if the mosquito is staring at his face, it is shining brightly, and he will not stop writing and slap it to death.That day, he happily took out a short pencil from his pocket and said he would give it to me. I have never been so happy. I asked him how he got here, but he didn't tell me. Mother was very angry when she found out, and doubted him. steal something.Only then did the younger brother explain that the classmates in the class felt that the pencil was too short and it was difficult to hold it for writing, so they threw the pencil into the trash can, and he picked it up quietly.

Later, he often brought back some small things, such as small erasers, books wet with water, or very short pencil ends.Take a bamboo branch as thick as your little finger, and take out the lead from the tip of the pencil and stuff it in. It is another "pen" that can hold and write.My younger brother uses this kind of pen at home, and the long pen at school that seems to never finish writing.

He was found digging out a trash can.He has no one to play with and is sometimes bullied.The other students were from better families than us, even if they were beaten, he just endured it and begged those bad boys not to beat them where they could be seen.Don't let mother know.

That day, Mother took us to visit the third young master of the Si family next door, and specially asked us to wash up, put on neat clothes, and prepared a basket of eggs.Usually the eggs are sold for money. Only during festivals, my mother will cook two eggs. My brother and I each have one. She said she would not eat it. At that time, I peeled off the egg yolk, and my brother peeled off the white, and stuffed them into her mouth. inside.

I usually wash clothes in the yard, sew and mend, and rarely see him.Every time I caught a glimpse of that blue figure from a distance, I lowered my head to avoid it.Afraid that he would see a thin, sallow, wretched person.

I was so close to him that I didn't dare to look at him.

Mother wanted to ask him if he had any old books that he didn't want, and if she could lend him, she only said "yes".

I thought it was the best sound in the world at the time, and I thought so later.

He said that if we encounter a problem that we don't understand, we can ask him.

Mother asked us to kowtow, but he stopped him and didn't ask for our eggs. Later, he picked five chicks.

In fact, I want to keep chickens at home, and when he wants to eat, I will catch them and send them over.A person like him should never raise chickens at home... It would be a kind of sacrilege for him to step on something in case the yard is dirty.

There is a difference between the truly pampered and the poor.They don't pay attention to the short and long of the pencil, and they don't care about the price of rice.At first I thought he was the young master of a wealthy family, full of wealth, as far away as the moon in the sky, but when I saw him feeding chickens and sweeping the yard, I suddenly felt that he was similar to us. They are different from the third young master.No matter how kind-hearted those rich and noble people are, they will always be a little strange when they know my predicament.After reading the phrase "I have known the greatness of the universe, but I still feel sorry for the greenery", I instantly understood what kind of person he is.

He seemed to be a bit stingy with words, and he only spoke a few words about the problem, but he hit the nail on the head and was clear and clear.The younger brother read the books he sent, and under his guidance, his grades improved rapidly.

After the younger brother took the No. 1 exam, he was no longer beaten, and occasionally received some gifts.The younger brother made new friends and things improved at school.I'm so proud of him and sad at the same time.He will become better and better, but what kind of person will I grow up to be?Like all women, surrounded by husbands and children, always guarding an acre of land?For this reason, I was depressed for a long time.

After the third young master found out, he asked me if I would like to go to school.

How could I go to school... Later, he said that if he wanted to, he would, and then he really did.

When I was with him, I always dared not look at him. I just took his words seriously and got rid of my bad habits bit by bit.Except for eating and sleeping, I spend all my time studying. I am afraid that one day people will say that he is good at everything, but his vision is a little bit worse.I was also afraid that I would not be able to help him, and that others would be jealous of him.

It's a bit funny to say, I always thought he was a person who only had the truth in his heart, and he might be knocked out with a stick as soon as he went out, and he would be assassinated easily.Later he took me to practice with the gun, and I was astonished to see him lock on the target from afar, without missing a single shot.

Wen Neng put his pen to settle the world, and Wu Neng mounted the horse to set the world.

I immediately felt that he was unpredictable.

I am not only his student, but also his personal disciple.The latter upholds the ancient tradition, and I will inherit his ideas, learn the knowledge he imparted, and pass on what he has learned and wanted to pass on.

Human beings are reluctant to die and have the instinct of inheritance.The third-rate inheritance is the inheritance of the blood, which can rely on having children. The second-rate inheritance is the material inheritance, which can build pavilions, pavilions and exquisite utensils. The first-rate inheritance is the spiritual inheritance, and the better it is, the more immortal it is.He's good enough and I'm under too much pressure.

The family is getting better and better. My younger brother is very sensible. He has learned to be a pillar at a young age. He is very responsible. With me as a teaching assistant earning silver dollars, my mother is also much more relaxed. Every day is getting better and better.Domestic businessmen purchased a complete set of machines and produced pencils domestically. This is still not enough. I think our country should also have something for other countries to learn from.Even if I don't have it now, I will have it in the future, and what I have to do now is to follow behind the teacher and complete this matter together.

After learning about the research project, I was very excited.

Even if it was just an idea, I could already hear it explode.I will devote my whole life to completing this project, and I must make it a real thing that will shock the world.

In my eyes, the teacher is no longer a living person, but a knowledge aggregate.

He is getting thinner and thinner, telling us to take protective measures so as not to be affected by the ore radiation.

Then, without protection, he studies alone...whether...

We don't dare to guess, just try to reduce his chances of direct contact with the ore as much as possible.

It is about to be researched, and it only needs a large-scale field to test the stability, adjust slowly, and it can be officially born.

But the war has come.

Previously, there was always a feeling of a sharp weapon dangling from the neck, but now the sharp weapon has finally fallen, causing everyone to have a personal pain.

The laboratory is disbanded.

He is slender and thin. Because he is in the research institute all the year round, or giving lectures indoors, he rarely gets sunshine. His face is pale, and he looks like a person who has been ill for a long time.There are often news in Wancheng that he is recuperating somewhere, sometimes he is not just recuperating, sometimes... I don't know if there is any problem with his health.Because when he speaks clearly, his words are concise, he looks strong and healthy, his back is straight, he seldom coughs, his eyes are sharp, when he speaks, he is in high spirits, and when he hears good news, his eyes soften...every day Every time it is heart-shattering, marveling at the kindness of the Creator to him.

In the early years, many people worried about his marriage and placed bets between Mr. Wen and Ms. Su. I thought about it occasionally, but I felt that neither Mr. Wen Jinghong nor Ms. Su Hongkou could compare with ordinary people. Yes, the relationship with him is naturally different from what ordinary people speculate.Later, Mr. Wen married the second young master, Miss Su's whereabouts were unknown, and she couldn't find anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

After I was separated from the people in the institute, I moved to the south with my former classmates. I joined other teachers on the way and taught the students classes along the way.This is the first time I have left Wancheng alone, and it is also the first time I have met the country where I was born and raised.

She is like a brocade covered with lice, and also like a fallen emperor nailed to a red-hot iron post.A hundred years ago, she was one of the most powerful countries in the world. She had rich and magnificent achievements and a vast and fertile land, but now she has fallen into such a miserable situation.

Just as the teacher said, we can all contribute to her resurgence. A drop of water can wear away a rock, and a mayfly can shake a tree. I will do my best to be a teacher, pass on what I have learned to more students, and do my best Light the torches, and light the torches of others.

The war expanded, schools opened and closed, moved southward, and the number of students increased.They uphold new ideals, young and full of hope.

I have been waiting, waiting for the end of the war, waiting for the teacher to appear.

I waited for the new regime that the teacher said, and I followed the people who came to meet the country's leaders and talked with him about new weapons.The institute restarted again, and the lost researchers were found one after another. They had changed their names and surnames, and kept this secret until now.

"Mr. Lin, everyone on the list is complete."

The new assistant said so.

"One more." I said.

We didn't have a photo together at the time, and we didn't have anything to commemorate, so if you can't find the teacher, you will never be able to find it.

"He hasn't come yet."

"Why is there no news at all?"

Others have said the same.

Everyone knows who is not here, and they are all waiting.

Some people said that he and General Si Qingheng died in that bloody battle.However, there is a foreign Chinese major general who has been sponsoring the families of martyrs all the year round. He looks like General Si Qingheng, so why didn't someone re-enter the research institute, formulate research plans as before, and handle everything in an orderly manner?

The overall person in charge of the project still has his name written on it.

He didn't come until it turned into a mushroom cloud and lingered amidst the cheers for a long time.

It turned out that the day of saying goodbye to the research institute was the last time we met in this life. I couldn't even look at him again, and I didn't even know where the grave was.

Everyone made an agreement that the day of his success would be his death day.

All the staff of the institute erected a tomb for him.

The house is full of clothes and crowns better than snow, and when you look back thousands of miles, your old friend will never die.

He has always lived in my memory, as if one day he would suddenly open the door and come in, still young.

Accumulated stones are like jade, and pine trees are like emerald green.Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.