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The next day began. As before, I got dressed and got up by the dim light of wick candles, but not this morning.

Don't give up the washing ceremony, because the water in the jar has frozen. The first night, the weather changed, and the biting northeast wind passed through.

The crack in the bedroom window door blew all night, which made us tremble in bed and the water in the jar froze.

An hour and a half of prayer and bible reading is not over yet, and I feel freezing to death. It's finally time for breakfast, and

And today's porridge is not paste, you can swallow it, but it's a pity that the amount is small. How much mine looks like! I wish I could add one.

Time magazine.

That day, I was assigned to Class 4 and was assigned fixed tasks and homework. Before that, I just watched it at lowood.

Cut the process of onlookers, and now he has become one of the actors. At first, because I was not used to reciting, I felt that the text seemed

It's long and difficult, and the classes keep changing, which makes me dizzy. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Smith released a two-yard ball.

The long muslin rolled into my hand, together with the needle and thimble, let me sit in a quiet corner of the classroom and take photos.

I was ecstatic when I received the instruction to draw a gourd and sew the piping. At that moment, everyone else was sewing, only one.

The whole class is still standing around Miss Scatchard's chair reading. There was silence all around, so I could also hear their homework.

You can hear how each girl reads, and you can hear Miss Scatchard's criticism and praise for their performance. This is an English calendar.

In history class, I noticed that among the students, I met one on the veranda. At the beginning of the class, she was placed in the whole class.

First place, but due to some pronunciation mistakes and neglect of the period, she was suddenly dropped to the last. Even in this humble place

Status, miss Scatchard also continue to make her always become the object of attention, constantly use such words to tell her.

Words:

"Burns, (this seems to be her name, and girls here are called by their surnames just like boys in other places)

Burns, your shoes are off center. Straighten your toes. "Burns, your chin is sticking out. It's ugly. Take it back. "

"Burns, I want you to look up. I won't allow you to do this in front of me "and so on.

After reading the chapter twice, I closed the textbook and questioned the girls. This course is about Charles I.

During a period of the world dynasty, most people asked questions about tonnage tax, pound tax and shipbuilding tax.

It seems that they can't answer, but by Burns, every problem has been solved. She seems to have brought the whole class.

Keep in mind that any problem can be handled freely. I always thought that Miss Scatchard would praise her dedication. Who is it?

Know that she suddenly cried:

"You nasty slovenly girl? You didn't wash your nails at all in the morning? "

Burns didn't answer, and I was surprised at her silence.

"Why," I thought, "she doesn't explain that the water is frozen. Can't she wash her face and nails?"

At the moment, Miss Smith diverted my attention. She asked me to hold a bunch of thread for her, wind it up and follow me from time to time.

Ask me if I have ever been to school before, whether I can embroider, sew and knit, and so on. I can't go in until she sends me away.

Observe Miss Scatchard's actions further. When I got back to my seat, the woman was giving orders.

I didn't catch the content. But Burns left the classroom at once, went into a small room with books in it, and came back half a minute later.

I came back with a bundle of sticks tied at one end. She curtseyed respectfully and handed over this ominous instrument of torture.

To Miss Scatchard. Then, without telling her, she silently untied her gown, and the teacher immediately used this bundle of sticks to be cruel.

Punched her in the neck for more than a dozen times, and Burns didn't shed a tear. Seeing this scene, I have a feeling of futility.

Helpless and helpless anger made my fingers tremble and I had to stop sewing. Her melancholy face

Although she has not changed color, she still maintains her usual expression.

"Stubborn girl!" Cried Miss Scatchard, "Nothing can change your sloppy habit. Take the stick.

Let's go "

Burns obeyed orders. I looked at her carefully when she came out of the library. She is putting her handkerchief back in her pocket.

Thin cheeks glistened with tears.

I think playing time at night is the most enjoyable part of Loward's day. Swallowed a small piece of noodles at five o'clock

A bag of coffee and a few mouthfuls of coffee, although they can't eliminate hunger, have regained their vitality. The discipline of the whole day was relaxed; Bi Li in the classroom

Be warm in the morning; The fire was allowed to burn more brightly than usual, which more or less replaced the unlit candles. Red flame, unbridled

Noisy and noisy sounds give people a welcome sense of freedom.

That night, when I saw Miss Scatchard flogging her student Burns, I sat on the bench and table, smiling as usual.

Walking through the crowd, although there is no one to accompany, it is not lonely. Passing by the window, I pull up the blinds from time to time and ask

Look out. It's snowing heavily, and a layer of snow has accumulated on the window glass below. I put my ear to the window and knew it was inside.

The cold noise outside and the piercing moan of the cold wind.

If I just left a warm home and kind parents, I may regret leaving at this moment; that

The wind will make me sad: this vague confusion will break my peace, but in fact both of them have aroused my inexplicable interest.

Excited, in anxiety and fanaticism, I hope the wind will roar more violently; It will get darker and darker, and it will hum.

The human voice will further become noise.

I crossed the stool, drilled through the table, found a fireplace, knelt beside the high barbed wire, and I sent

Now Burns has a book as a companion, absorbed and silent, forgetting everything around him and reading through the gloomy flash of embers.

Books.

"La Silas again?" I walked up behind her and said.

"Yes," she said, "I just finished reading it."

Five minutes later, she closed the book. This is exactly what I want.

"Now," I thought, "I might be able to get her to talk." I sat on the floor next to her.

"What's your name besides Burns?"

"Helen."

"Are you from far away?"

"I come from the far north, near the Scottish border."

"Are you going back?"

"I hope so, but no one is sure about the future."

"You must really want to leave Lowood, don't you?"

"No, what's the matter? I was sent to lowood for education, and there was no point in leaving without this goal.

On second thought. "

"But that teacher, Miss Scatchard, was cruel to you."

"fierce? Not at all! She is very strict. She doesn't like my shortcomings. "

"If I were you, I would hate her and I would resist. If she hits me with that pile of sticks, I'll take it from her.

Here, break it in front of her. "

"Maybe you don't do that. But if you do, Mr. Brocklehurst will kick you out of school, so

It will make your relatives feel sad. Patiently enduring the pain that only you feel is far better than acting rashly and causing the consequences of implicating relatives and friends.

Fruit is better, and more importantly, the Bible enjoins us to repay evil with good. "

"But being whipped and standing in a room full of people is humiliating after all! You are such a

A big girl. I'm much younger than you. I can't stand it. "

"But, if you can't avoid it, then you have the responsibility to bear it. If life is destined to endure, say it yourself.

If you can't stand it, then you are weak or stupid. "

I was surprised to hear that. I can't understand this creed of "forbearance", let alone understand or sympathize with what she said to the punisher.

Show tolerance. However, I still think that Helen Burns thinks through an invisible eye. I doubt it.

Maybe she is right, but I am not. But I don't want to delve into this matter. Like Felix, I put it off until later.

Think about it.

"You said you have defects, Helen, what defects? I think you are very good. "

"Then listen to me, don't judge a book by its cover. As Miss Scatchard said, I'm sloppy. I seldom put things

Tidy up. It's always so messy. I am so careless that I always forget the rules, but I read idle books when I should study my homework. Did I do something?

Organized. Sometimes, like you, you will say, I can't stand that kind of orderly control. All these piles of things make Miss Scatchard very uneasy.

Angry, she is naturally neat, punctual and meticulous. "

"And violent and overbearing," I added, but the theory of the sea didn't echo, just kept silent.

"Is Miss Temple as strict with you as Miss Scatchard?"

At the mention of Miss Temple's name, a gentle smile crossed her gloomy face.

"Miss Temple is too kind to be strict with anyone, even the worst students in the school. She saw my mistake.

No, and then gently point it out to me. If I do something commendable, she will praise me generously. My nature is

A strong evidence of serious defects is that although her suggestion is so appropriate and reasonable, it is still incurable.

My question. Even her praise, though I value it, can't inspire my caution and foresight. "

"That's strange," I said. "It's not easy to be careful."

"This is undoubtedly the case for you. I carefully observed your class this morning and found that you were very attentive. Little Miller

When I explain my lessons and ask you questions, your thoughts never deviate. But my thoughts are always drifting, when I should listen.

When Miss Carchard gives a lecture, I should keep what she said in mind. I often can't even hear her voice. I went in.

A dream, sometimes I feel that I am in Northumberland, thinking that the whisper around me is the sound that flows through the deep valley near my home.

The stream kept ringing, and when it was my turn to answer, I had to wake up from my dream. Because listening to the imaginary stream

In reality, I didn't hear anything, so I couldn't answer. "

"But how well you answered today and this afternoon!"

"That's just a coincidence, because I'm interested in what we read. I didn't sleepwalk in the canyon this afternoon. I am in North America.

Boring, how can a man who wants to do good like Charles I sometimes do such an unjust and stupid thing? I thought it was wonderful.

Unfortunately, such an honest and sincere person can't see anything except the imperial power. If he can see farther and see the so-called spirit of the times.

How nice it would be! Nevertheless, I like Charles I, I respect him, and I sympathize with him. The poor man was murdered.

The emperor. Yes, his enemies are the worst. They let someone who has no right to hurt bleed and dare to kill him! "

Helen is talking to herself at the moment. She forgot that I couldn't understand her well and that I knew nothing about the topic she was talking about.

Yeah, or something like that. I pulled her back to my level.

"So were you distracted when Miss Temple was in class?"

"Of course not, not often. Because Miss Temple always has something more creative than my idea. she

I especially like her language, and the knowledge she teaches is often what I hope to acquire. "

"So, you did well in front of Miss Temple."

"Yes, out of passive. I didn't work hard, I just followed my heart. There is nothing wrong with this performance.

Get up. "

"Too good, others are good to you, you are good to others. I've always wanted to do this. If you are interested in those bullies,

Tao is always polite. When you listen to what you say, the bad guys will do whatever they want. They are not afraid of anything, not only never.

It will change, and it will get worse. If we are beaten for no reason, then we will fight back hard, we will definitely do so, and it will be cruel.

Teach the man who hit us a lesson and let him wash his hands of it again. "

"I think your mind will change when you grow up. Now you are just an uneducated little girl. "

"But I think so, Helen. No matter how I please those who hate me, I will.

Gross. I must resist those who punish me unreasonably. It is also natural that I will love those who caress me, or

When I feel that I deserve it, I will willingly bear it. "

"That's the creed of pagans and savage clans, and Christians and civilized nations don't believe it."

"How did that happen? I don't understand. "

"Violence is not the best way to eliminate hatred-likewise, revenge can never cure harm."

"What's that?"

"Read the New Testament, pay attention to the words and deeds of Christ, take his words as your criterion, and take his actions as.

Your role model "

"What did he say?"

"Your enemies should love him, those who curse you should bless him, and those who hate you and humiliate you should be kind to him."

"then I should love Mrs. reed, which I can't do; I should bless his son John, but that's impossible.

Yes "

It's Helen Burns's turn to let me explain. I told her in detail in my own unique way.

I lost my pain and resentment. I will be sarcastic when I am excited, but I will tell my feelings without reservation.

The tone is not euphemistic

Helen listened to me patiently. I thought she would confess, but she didn't say anything.

"Well," I finally asked, "is Mrs. Reed a heartless and bad woman?"

"There is no doubt that she is welcome to you. Because you see, she doesn't like your personality any more than Miss Scatchard does.

I have the same temperament, but you are so upset with her words and deeds! Her grievance seems to have left something special in your heart.

Impressive! No amount of abuse will leave such a mark on my feelings. If you forget her severity to you

Shirley, won't you be happier if you forget the indignation caused by this incident? To me, life seems too short to be used.

Make enemies and hold grudges. In this world, everyone has a sin, and it must be, but I believe that there will be such a sin soon.

God, when we get rid of the rotting body, we will also get rid of these evils. At that time, depravity and sin will become a burden.

The body leaves us, leaving only the spark of spirit-the source of life and thought, which is like leaving God to make everything come alive.

Life is so pure, it will return to where it came from, and maybe it will be passed on to something higher than human beings-maybe.

Will go through various stages of glory, from illuminating the pale soul of mankind to illuminating the highest level of Seraphim. On the contrary, it will never

Allow people to degenerate into the devil, right? Yes, I don't believe it. I hold another creed, and this creed doesn't.

I have been taught by others, and I seldom mention it, but I am happy about it. I firmly believe in it, because it brings to everyone.

Hope. It makes eternity a rest and a magnificent home, not a fear and abyss. Besides, with this letter,

In the article, I can clearly distinguish the criminal from his crime. I can sincerely forgive the former, and I hate the latter.

This creed, revenge will never worry me, depravity will never make me feel too disgusted, and injustice will never completely crush me.

On the contrary, I live in peace and look forward to the end. "

Helen kept her head down, and when she finished this sentence, she hung her head even lower. I know from her attitude that she doesn't want to.

Instead of talking to me, I prefer to communicate with my own thoughts. She doesn't have much time to meditate. She will come at once.

A monitor, a big, thick girl, with a strong Cumberland accent shouted:

"helen burns, if you don't tidy up the drawers and tidy up your needlework at the moment, I'll tell Scatchard Shaw.

Sister, invite her to have a look. "

Helen's fantasy was shattered. She sighed and stood up. Without answering or delaying, she obeyed the woman.

Monitor.

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