where to grow roses

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand, they all move at their own pace.

A new day still starts with the teacher's whistle.

Things in [-] seem to be underdeveloped, Nokia is still very popular, and flip phones can be cool.

The only primary school in the town accepts children from surrounding villages who come to study.

Here, there is a big rusty bell that reminds students of class and dismissal every day.Xu is that the distance between the teaching building and the dormitory building is really touching. The bells far away from the teaching building can't wake up the children sleeping in the dormitory building. Therefore, the wake-up bell here is very advanced and is purely artificial.

Yuan Bo was awakened by the life-threatening serial whistle of the life teacher. Early in the morning, before his brain fully woke up, his hands and feet started to move as if a battery had been installed.

Students living on campus are no better than students running off campus. We ran around the playground when they were still under the covers and seeing Mr. Zhou. When they were eating a fancy breakfast, we ate steamed buns with porridge bitterly and squatted out on the concrete floor. A landscape.

But I have to say that a life with rules and regulations has a special flavor, because everyone has different situations and feelings, and the rules and regulations also have different colors.

When the wind is calm, it is precisely the time when the storm is coming.

Although it is early autumn, it has the temperature of midsummer, and the stuffy weather makes people feel sleepy.In the Chinese class in the afternoon, the teacher was spitting all over the podium and fell down on the ground.

Yuan Bo twirled the pen in his hand boredly, watching helplessly as the words on the textbook slowly deformed, and finally mixed into a pile of magical things that he couldn't recognize.Turning his head to look at his deskmate, Cheng Xiaojie supported his head with his hands, and his head was bit by bit there, feeling that his whole body would fall forward at any moment.

With a "bang", the sound of a heavy object hitting the table exploded in Yuan Bo's ears, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant.Yuan Bo looked at his deskmate who was completely lying on the table, thinking that he was too sleepy to support his hands, and thought about how to prevent the teacher from noticing the movement here.

Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher, surnamed Yang, surnamed Mingzhi.In order to express their kindness to the teacher, the classmates called him "Lao Yang" or "Sandwich" in private, and it felt like calling him a tall name out of fifty cents on the street.

Under repeated provocations from the students, Lao Yang finally couldn't bear the unscrupulousness of the group under him. He picked up the Chinese textbook and knocked on the table a few times. In an instant, the spines of the students stood up at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

Except...well, except Cheng Xiaojie.

Yuan Bo felt that his elbow was about to be smashed, but he still couldn't wake up Cheng Xiaojie.

"The one next to the window in the penultimate row, go and wake him up at the same table."

Yuan Bo watched the teacher and the whole class focus on his own area, and he didn't care about other things. He shook and shook his hands directly, and finally supported Cheng Xiaojie's head.

It was the first time Xu saw a person so weak, Yuan Bo didn't know what to do for a while.

Cheng Xiaojie's entire face was written with the three big characters "miserable", he was trembling all over, his lips were bloodless, his forehead was sweating profusely, his hands were like two chicken feet, grasping deformedly Together, it gives the feeling of enduring great pain.It turned out that he was not sleepy, but sick.

Yuan Bo knew the reason why he and Cheng Xiaojie were at the same table, but only now did he really understand his usefulness.

"It's okay, you take a rest first." Yuan Bo carefully placed Cheng Xiaojie's head on his arm, letting him lie on the table like before.Yuan Bo patted Cheng Xiaojie's back, and when he calmed down, he said loudly on purpose to Cheng Xiaojie and others: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while, eat more later, you see that your body is weak , A small cold made me like this."

Lao Yang also knew about Cheng Xiaojie's situation, and when he saw that something was wrong, he secretly poked and poked over to see, and then saw Yuan Bo calmly operated, opening and closing his mouth, insisting he didn't say a word, and finally turned to Yuan Bo gave a few instructions, roughly meaning, rest first, and if you don't feel better in a while, tell me immediately, and see whether to lie down on the bed or go directly to the hospital.

Yuan Bo nodded seriously, feeling that his shoulder blades had grown wings, and he had really become this person's guardian angel.

Children also have a good face. No one wants to show their fragility under the eyes of everyone, and no one wants to spread their pain on the bright side, accept others' ridicule, or the so-called sympathy.

Yuan Bo was a smart little ghost since he was a child, and he was a smart person. In just a few minutes, Yuan Bo put a "cold" hat on Cheng Xiaojie's head, and kept the news to death.

At this moment, Lao Yang fully demonstrated the brilliance of his humanity. With a wave of his hand, a class turned into a self-study.

In terms of language books, the only thing Yuan Bo is interested in is the novels in it. Unfortunately, when the book was just released, he rushed to read all the short stories.Now, Yuan Bo can only be nailed to a chair to feel his spiritual abundance, and then he encounters an uncontrollable decline in his thoughts. He is spiritually rich, but his belly is still a poor man.

Suddenly, Yuan Bo seemed to think of something. He raised his head and glanced at Lao Yang. Seeing that Lao Yang was playing happily with his mobile phone, he turned his head confidently and boldly, grabbed Cheng Xiaojie's ear, leaned closer and said, "At noon I will Let me give you the meat in the bowl."

God seems very unfair, leaving all the simplicity and simplicity to the children, but leaving all the sadness and helplessness to the adults. The adults think it is unfair, but the adults were once children, and they were once blatantly favored by the world.

Yuan Bo, who was still a child, was worrying about his lunch.The three meals a day here are all treated indiscriminately, regardless of whether you are male or female, young or old, in the eyes of the master of the spoon, you are just a living thing with a lunch box, just walking in front of you, or the kind that does not deserve to have a name .

The food here is simple and unpretentious, and the money is paid once a month to prevent students from running around with money, which is unsafe.Meat dishes are served at noon on Tuesdays, noodles or braised noodles are served at noon on Wednesdays, and rice and vegetarian dishes are served at other times.

When the doctor vaccinates, the child always gets a candy.It's not that after eating sugar, the pinholes will disappear.Instead, when we eat sugar, our attention is on the sweet sugar, and we forget something that doesn't need to be remembered.

Yuan Bo, who had no sugar, had to contribute his luncheon meat. After all, he felt that being a good person should not be done halfway.

Yuan Bo felt that he had been thinking about it all morning, but he didn't come up with anything, and by the way, he didn't hear what the teachers of various subjects said.Cheng Xiaojie actually slowed down after Chinese class, but he was just a little unhappy and always ignored people.During the class break, Cheng Xiaojie sat against the wall, with a big bossy look of "I'm upset, don't bother me".

Yuan Bo is so smart, he is so sensible that he doesn't show love to others.But after all, there are still people who don't understand the situation of the battle.At the front table of Cheng Xiaojie was a girl who was quite excited, so unfortunately she sat in the nest of boys in the back rows.She must have seen Cheng Xiaojie's uncomfortable look in class, and she came over to ask now: "Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

Cheng Xiaojie seemed to be out of body, his eyes didn't move, Yuan Bo felt that the air was becoming thinner with the passage of time, seeing Wang Meili's face getting more and more embarrassed, he reached out and patted Cheng Xiaojie's arm, and said to Wang Meili: "He's fine, he just didn't wake up, so don't talk to him." Wang Meili nodded and went to talk with her at the same table.

"Why didn't you speak just now?"

"Prefer not to say."

Yuan Bo rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

Resident students have two more nights of self-study than non-campus students. The monitor sits on the podium and looks up from time to time, as if he is going to catch a "criminal" and hand it over to the teacher at any time.There is a squad leader sitting in the town and a teacher on duty outside to patrol. It is really not easy to make small moves.

Yuan Bo is very boring, so boring that he thinks it is a mistake to do homework too quickly.

Lao Yang, as a Chinese teacher with a greasy appearance and a very literary heart, asked his students to buy a diary on the first day of work, and write at least three articles a week. The number of words was not required, and random checks were made from time to time.Yuan Bo felt that it was unnecessary, but he couldn't stop the teacher's determination, saying that the people he met in elementary school were all pure, and the family was not far away, so they could get together at any time. After recording their lives, they recalled their childhood. In short, three diaries a week, Not negotiable.

Yuan Bo picked up his diary and prepared to write three articles with different styles for Lao Yang at once.

The autumn wind blows in through the cracks of the open windows, and the light shines from the top of the whitewashed wall. Our three-good student Yuan Bo is getting better and better, indulging in his own world.

"Boom-"

After confirming the sound, it was made by a brainstorm.

"Who? I..." Yuan Bo turned around and saw the principal smiling kindly, silently swallowing the words he hadn't said.

"Didn't I say it when the flag was raised on Monday, you should keep your chest up and your head up when you write, do you still need your eyes? Be careful in the future, whoever I catch will be rewarded with brains. Alright, you can continue to study." The headmaster glanced at the table, picked up Yuanbo's book, and said, "What are you covering? It is indeed No.1 in the entrance examination. Look at the writing, 'Autumn is here, and the cicada is tired, so we can't hear its cries. It's getting dark, and I'm tired, but I'm still doing homework here. God, it's not fair.' The writing is good, but the context doesn't fit well. It's like a suit with slippers. Keep working hard, Yuan Bo." As he spoke, he patted Yuan Bo's shoulder, his tone full of sincerity and earnestness.

The headmaster stepped on his shiny little leather shoes and walked away lightly. With a wave of his hand, not only did he not take away a cloud, but he also left behind a burst of laughter, which made the skinless and shameless Yuan Bo feel hot.

Later, when the classmates got to know each other well, everyone would often tease Yuan Bo with "God, it's not fair".

The noise soon subsided, and quietness was the main tone of the self-study class.

Yuan Bo wrote down today's date, and then stuck his head on the notebook unconsciously. Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his head, but when he looked back, there was nothing. , while straightening the upper half of his body, began to write:

"Today was very unlucky. My deskmate was not feeling well in the Chinese class, and afterwards my deskmate felt uncomfortable. As for the self-study class, I was lucky enough to be caught by the principal, and then I was rewarded with a brain collapse. Then, hehe, the diary was captured by the principal. The reading was shocking, and I felt that I had no place to put my nine-year-old tangerine skin (old face). The only consolation is that when my classmates laughed, my deskmate also laughed, and the person who had shaken his face all day, smiled."

Yuan Bo looked at his journal and smiled with satisfaction.

The stars and lights outside the window meet, and the occasional sound of insects chirping gives people a feeling of tranquility.In fact, September is more like the beginning than January. We met in September, got acquainted, accompanied each other, and began to write our own stories.

The author has something to say:

I think highly of myself. I just put the word "Daily Update" on it, and I only came back to update it after four days. I will control myself, please give me another chance.