Wen Xin Diao chong

, pen name Wenxin, Wang. Borrowed the name of a lover. In the future, I will carve two bugs every day in the big forest where I live and dissect them psychologically. Walking into the heart, * * * shakes life.

One: Stay up late to kill people.

I am a person with a strong sense of time. I plan to go hiking with egrets, orchids and daffodils in the morning, because the pace of life slows down on weekends.

And I have developed good living habits. I go to bed at 10: 30 every day, get up at six in the morning and sleep for seven and a half hours at night. Rest for half an hour at noon, just enough to meet the eight hours necessary for health every day.

But I wait for them from eight to half past eight, from eight to nine, and from nine to nine.

For the sake of your friends' health, remind them that you must sleep, especially don't stay up late. But they said, this is very correct, and male and female servants cannot do it.

Wasting other people's time is tantamount to killing people for money. This is Mr. Lu Xun whom I saw yesterday. He criticized me severely. I didn't expect you two to waste me an hour and a half this morning. Do you think I was murdered?

Narcissus, who is good at speaking Mandarin, swaggered and said with great style, do you want to know what is the best virtue of an English gentleman? I immediately remembered that negotiators often use question marks to subdue others. I don't know. I am all ears. I'll ask this lady's opinion. She said gracefully that the best virtue of a man is to wait patiently for a lady. Yes, waiting for a young lady is waiting for them to stay up late and commit suicide.

If you waste other people's time, it is tantamount to killing people for money. May I say so? Staying up late equals suicide-wasting healthy time equals suicide.

Two: Doubt and scientific speculation

At noon, we came back at 1 1:20. Egret orchids and daffodils went to buy clothes, so I came back alone to buy noodles and tofu.

Why did you come back so soon? It's too windy today. Walking along the asphalt road, the wind rolled the soil, wrapped the leaves and jumped in the crops. We are in Youfang Village, Liudian, three kilometers from the school. We have walked more than 3600 steps and walked 1 hour 10 minute. Take a look at the distant mountains, but the wind, leaves and dust are flying in the air. Dust and strong winds invaded the whole mountain and river. Although the sun is shining, we are driven by the wind's army to retreat.

Two ladies are going to buy clothes. I took my legs and strode home to cook. When I got to school, the situation on the small playground in front of the revolving house where we lived surprised me.

The weather is fine. Narcissus and I took the quilt from the third floor to the bottom to bask in the sun and put it on the football net before going out. The net is made of iron pipe and is very heavy. But I dare not think about it. The football net moved nearly 20 meters.

What surprised me even more was that all four quilts of Narcissus were blown underground and flew 30 meters away. The running football net, with my quilt on it, is still fluttering in the wind.

The wind is still spinning and diving, trying to tear everything apart. To my embarrassment, two ladies are here. How can I explain?

Just go upstairs and cook, regardless of the quilt and the mess.

Sure enough, when they came, Narcissus asked me all kinds of questions. Why don't you accept the quilt? -No matter first, after dinner. However, I never thought that the heavy football net would fly 20 meters away. I emphasize the biggest problem. She stared at me helplessly, as if to see everything in my heart. Do you think it will fly 20 meters without anyone touching it? Who pressed its legs and feet?

My heart is open and honest, so the more I know, the more honest I will be. Yes! I don't believe it either Here comes her second question. -Why did I drop my quilt, but your quilt was not scraped off? I tried again with my eyes, trying to enter my sea and catch some big fish. I know my sea is still calm. But my heart is very bad. I can only use rational judgment to analyze the truth and scientific speculation to prove everything.

Jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed away, and the sound suddenly jumps between us. Suspicion confuses the world of friendship, interpersonal relationship and soul.

I can't resist the suspected injustice, the upcoming turmoil, and I can't help but label her suspicious. But what's the use of all this? After all, it's not clear. -How did you get the quilt? My quilt has two sides, two right angles, and then a corner, which hangs symmetrically in the middle, so it is not easy to be pulled left and right, and it is not easy to be scraped off. How do you match yours? This time, her upturned face was questioned by me.

With monitoring, don't you know everything by watching monitoring? She kept staring at me and saying. It's like she caught a small fish in my sea with a fishhook. Well, monitoring can prove everything best. I said half jokingly, let the surveillance hit anyone suspicious in the face.

Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door. I wanted her to analyze her quilt and discuss the problem head-on. I didn't expect her to catch the lifebuoy and thought she could catch my little daughter. Provoked me to say the above sentence that I regret-it is suspicious to let the monitor hit someone in the face.

I continued to cut vegetables and cook. She ran outside to see the quilt that had just been picked up from the ground and put on the football net. I really don't like it in my heart. I really hope I can watch the monitoring immediately and correct her false accusation and frame-up if I find any problems. Fortunately, I have a cooking job at hand, which can relieve some discomfort.

The wind continued to blow and tear, completely ignoring the unjust, false and wrong cases it caused me. Narcissus ran up and down, panting. Oh! What should I do? The quilt has been blown away again, so I can't go to bask in the quilt today. Her voice outside the window finally came into the house from the howling wind and reached my heart through my ears.

At this time, she came to the kitchen and turned her face to me, and then her face slowly bloomed. Scared me. -What's wrong? What happened? I left in a hurry.

Your quilt is like a sail.

Narcissus and I walked into the corridor. Looking at the scenery downstairs, my quilt is still swaying in the wind, but her quilt has been taken care of in the house.

The wind continues to blow and tear, and my quilt is still dancing strongly in the wind. She looked at me and said, you are still good. By this time, the face has completely blossomed. At the same time, I thought of an article in junior high school, "Why are flowers so red?"