Author: Zhang Tianyi
One day, at a story party, Zhao Jialin told a strange and boring story. It started like this:
"There is a person who doesn't pay attention in class. When you start doing your homework, you are too lazy to think about it. You just want to rely on others.
People ... "
The children burst out laughing.
"Not ironic!" A fat boy with a round head and a round brain said loudly, his face flushed. "Who are you talking about?"
What's his name? "
Zhao Jialin leng for a while, just answer:
"His name is Zhao, and his name is Zhao Dahua. Ok? "
Several children laughed and chattered for a while.
The fat man is still blushing and pouting.
Zhao Jialin and others gradually quieted down, and then continued.
He said that Zhao Dahua is not bad in other aspects: he is also willing to serve others and has his ideal-he wants to do it in the future.
Useful people. But there is such a problem: I am most afraid of nerve-racking. Students help him with his arithmetic and explain it to him.
For a long time, he just stared at you. The students asked:
"See? Think about this problem yourself. "
Think for yourself? -Is that okay? It's nerve-racking!
I just started writing, and the students are about to hand in their papers. Da-hua zhao still licking his handwriting, become speechless on the topic:
"'My family'-how to do this topic?" My family "..."
The teacher reminded him:
"This should be everyone will do. Who's in your family? How to live? What was life like in the past, and now?
So what? Think about these. "
Look, "thinking" again! Really!
Zhao Dahua always complains that others have not helped him enough. When he said he wanted to help, he meant that he must consider everything for him and do it well.
He is never self-righteous.
Then, the less you use your brain, the more ineffective your brain is, just like a rusty machine.
Then, Zhao Dahua became more and more confused, so confused that he was reminded to go to school every day.
"what! So confused! " The fat boy with a round head and a round brain interrupted again. "How old is he?"
"How old is he? -even he can't make it clear, "Zhao Jialin replied. "We have to ask his sister."
Really, Zhao Dahua can't remember his age. Mom said that she told him that he would be fourteen years old in September 1 2008.
-But it's too complicated. He can't hurt this brain. His name is Sister:
"Elder sister, you are a good boy. Please remember this. "
"Don't want to"-became Zhao Dahua's nickname.
One Saturday night, my sister played chemistry games with some classmates at home. What game? -Of course.
Zhao Dahua doesn't even like listening to nerve-racking things. But suddenly-while he wasn't looking-there was a half sentence.
Drift into his ears without head or tail:
"As long as half a centimeter is enough ... you have to weigh it ..."
"Do you have to weigh it?" Zhao Dahua was determined to serve others and ran out. "I'll get it!" "
It was a long time before he came back. Hearing his heavy footsteps, he walked with difficulty. Panting through the door, my mind is full.
Sweating. Everyone was taken aback. At first glance, Zhao Dahua carries a large amount of coal.
My sister cried-my sister has such a shortcoming: she likes to shout-
"Look at you! You don't want to think about what this steelyard is for! "
"I won't hurt this brain," Zhao Dahua muttered. "Anyway, I won't be a chemist in the future. I'll-
I am engaged in fishing, sniffing, and I love fishing. I will go fishing tomorrow morning. Well, sister, you are a good boy. Write it down for me.
Live a little. "
After that, I yawned and fell asleep listlessly.
He made the bed first, took off his clothes slowly and mumbled a few words before climbing into bed.
As soon as I lie down—
"Ouch, it hurts!"
"What, what? Where does it hurt? " Everyone panicked.
"Back pain. Oh, it hurts badly! "
He propped up his arm and sat up. I feel much better. But as soon as he lay down, he had another attack and turned over in pain.
Come and sleep on your stomach. A lie prone, also called:
"Oh, my stomach hurts!"
He quickly turned around and lay on his left side: this time, the left side of his waist hurt. Turn right and lie down and try.
And then what? Oh, no, right back pain? Face upwards-my back still hurts!
"Please call a doctor! Please call a doctor! " Zhao Dahua climbed out of bed crying angrily. He is afraid of pain.
Lie down again. "This stinging is a strange disease!"
Here comes the doctor, asking about the situation carefully. It doesn't hurt anywhere now. I took my temperature and pulse and listened to my heart.
And the lungs. I don't see anything wrong.
The doctor said:
"Nothing, have a good sleep."
Go to sleep, but it is-backache, stomachache, side backache. Come together, it will be fine.
"This is a fairy tale," the doctor shook his head. "There's something strange on your bed, isn't there?"
This-Zhao Dahua hasn't studied it, for fear of hurting this brain.
But my sister ran to check his bed at once. As soon as she opened the bed, she found a black thing-
It's about the size of a basketball-sitting comfortably on the mattress.
Everyone got a fright:
"ah! What is this? "
It looks like a weight at first glance.
Zhao Dahua slept quietly all night. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't know what time it was. I only heard the voices of my sister and my roommate.
The children are doing radio exercises there. Zhao Dahua was speechless.
"What about me? What should I do? Sister, sister! " He cried, "elder sister, you are a good boy, you
Tell me: Do I have any plans for today? "
"Didn't you say you were going fishing?"
Right, right! Zhao Dahua got up as soon as he turned over, put on his clothes, quickly put on his pants and got out of bed.
He was about to wash his face when he fell down with a bang.
His feet don't seem to be his own. I managed to stand up, and when I stepped-my feet hadn't taken off yet,
Bang, bang! Fell down.
"Oh, no! Come on! " When he put his hand on the edge of the bed, he shouted, "I fell into the net."
Fall! "
He sat down to catch his breath for a while. I don't think so now. He tried to stand up. It's nothing. but
Your feet can't move-just move and your whole body will be like a spinning top, so shake it.
I went underground again.
"Please call a doctor! This is really a strange disease! My legs can't move! "
Mother hurriedly walked to come over from the next room and said:
"Look at the legs. What's wrong? "
Look at the legs. Zhao Dahua is very sad. Only then did he realize that he was missing a leg!
"Oh, it's gone!" Zhao Dahua began to cry. "The right leg is gone!"
"Why is the right leg gone?" My sister is also in a hurry.
"I haven't thought about this problem. Who knows where it went? Sister, are you a good boy, or did you give it to me?
Think about it. "
Sister checked his leg and shouted:
"Look at you! How do you wear your pants? "
It turns out that Zhao Dahua has two legs-a left leg and a right leg. It's all stuffed in my trouser legs, even right
My leg is also hidden in my left trouser leg.
Half an hour later, Zhao Dahua went fishing. With a fishing rod and bucket, I walked happily to a pool.
He put the fishing rod underground for a while, first carrying a bucket to fetch water-ready to load fish.
He scooped up a bucket of water, carried it ashore and put it on the ground. When he bent down, he was surprised and forbearing.
Don't call get up:
"Hey, a fishing rod!"
Look carefully: this fishing rod is quite good.
"Who left it?" Da-hua zhao look around, "whose? Whose? "
Nobody said yes. Zhao Dahua lifted the fishing rod a few times and asked loudly again. Still no one said yes. he
Can be a little dissatisfied:
"Who is so careless that he doesn't even know what he left behind!"
Turn around and ask the other side ...
As soon as he turned around and stepped on his leg, he tripped over the bucket and rolled to the ground.
He got up and looked at it, but he was very angry:
"Which is a fool! -put a bucket of water here! "
Look! His clothes and trousers are dripping with water and covered in mud!
"I will definitely do public health work in the future," said Zhao Dahua, swinging two empty hands and going home.
"No one is allowed to get somebody else dirty, oh. Make people clothes are covered with water, that also not line, that's too unsanitary ... "
His home is on the north side of the road. Usually turn into the alley from the west exit, walk a hundred steps, and there is a door on the left, that is him.
Home?-yeah. Today, he entered the alley through the hole. As usual, he walked a hundred steps forward to knock on the left.
The door, knocking hard.
"Elder sister, open the door, quick! Sister! "
On the south side of these roads lived an old woman whose hair was all white. At this moment, she is telling a story to one of her granddaughters.
What happened? I heard the door ring. "Who is it?" So he answered the door.
Zhao Dahua looked up and took a step back.
"Oh sister! What! ..... "He was too surprised to say a word," I just go out how long, you.
So old? "
His home is just across the street. His sister was washing her schoolbag in the yard, and seemed to hear Zhao Dahua's shouts, so she hurried.
Run out and see what's going on She saw Zhao Dahua gesturing with the old woman, who insisted on entering the house.
Go inside and change.
Sister can't help but shout:
"Lo you this confused matter! I don't even recognize my own home! "
Da-hua zhao shut up, turned to look at my sister and scratched his head:
"Which little girl is this? How strange! Do you care if I talk to my sister? You shout like this! "
Zhao Jialin's story ends here. Fat people with round heads and brains put forward their own views:
"The more you talk, the less. It's really boring! "
"What can I do!" Zhao Jialin said, "The less a person thinks, the more things he can't do."
"I don't believe it!" The fat boy threw away his head. "How can people become like that! This is just a fairy tale. "
He knew that everyone was smiling at him. He blushed, and without looking at anyone, he bent his head and concentrated on sharpening the pencil.
In fact, the writing is still very sharp. Wait until the meeting, he grabbed the captain, gently asked:
"You say, you say, can people really become like Zhao Dahua?"
(Original load1953165438+1China Youth Daily on October 23rd)
Brother Xiang's Huqin (Excerpt)
Xianger went to a deserted place, surrounded by mountains and Woods. He drew his bow and listened to Hu Qin's own voice, feeling very happy. Suddenly he heard a voice calling him, "Little brother, do you want to play a nice tune?" I can teach you. "Sweet son looked around, but there's no one there. Who's talking? While wondering, the voice said, "Little brother, I'm coming. You looked down and saw me. "Xiang son looked down, turned out to be a clear spring, flowing briskly, singing a quiet tune. There are many colorful stones under the water, round, smooth and lovely.
Xianger happily replied, "Brother Quanshui, thank you very much for your willingness to teach me." The spring said, "Listen to my music and play it with my music." Xianger listened sideways and understood what the spring was saying with its music. She drew her bow and listened. Huqin people stopped sawing wood. Hu Qin's voice followed the tune of the spring water, and then merged into one, unable to tell which is the spring water and which is Hu Qin's. Brother Xiang and Quan Shui are so happy that they just want to play and forget everything. Later, when spring was tired, she said to Xianger, "Little brother, you play very well. I want to have a rest and come to see you tomorrow. " The tone of spring is getting lighter and lighter, and finally it falls asleep. Xianger left the spring and walked forward.
Xianger played a new tune, and the surrounding mountains echoed and became a very complicated tune. He felt very happy. Suddenly he heard a voice calling him: "Little brother, do you still want to learn good music?" I can teach you. "He looked around, but there was no one there. Spring woke up, did you catch up? While wondering, the voice said, "Little brother, I'm coming. You looked up and saw me. "Xiang son looked up and turned out to be a gauze-like wind, blowing gently and singing soft songs. Grass and wild flowers nodded while listening.
Xianger happily replied, "Brother Feng, thank you very much for your willingness to teach me." The wind said, "Listen to my music and play it with my music." Xianger listened sideways and understood what the wind was saying with its music. She listened with a bow and worked harder than anyone else. Hu Qin's voice followed the tune of the wind, and then merged into one, unable to tell which was the wind and which was Hu Qin's. Brother Xiang and Feng are very happy. They are fast, slow, high and low. They just want to play and forget everything. The grass and wild flowers were fascinated and hung their heads as if they were drunk. Later, the wind was about to leave and said to Xianger, "Little brother, you have learned a beautiful tune again. I'm going somewhere else now. Let's meet again sometime. " Then he floated away. Xianger bid farewell to the wind and walked forward again.
Xianger took turns playing the newly learned music, pulling the spring water and the wind for a while, and unconsciously walked into the Woods. Playing the tune of spring water reminds him of the lively brother chun; The tone of the wind reminds him of the gentle brother Feng. Suddenly he heard a voice calling him, "Little brother, wouldn't it be better to learn another beautiful song?" I can teach you. "He looked around, but there was no one there. He's weird. Who wants to be his own music teacher except spring water and wind? While wondering, the voice said, "Little brother, I'm coming. Look deep into the green leaves and you will see me. " Xianger looked deep into the green leaves. It turned out to be a beautiful bird. The bird flitted briskly from branch to branch, dancing and singing beautiful songs. The space surrounded by green leaves has become a stage for birds.
Xianger happily replied, "Brother Bird, I appreciate your willingness to teach me." The bird said, "Listen to my music and play it with my music." Xianger listened sideways, understood what the bird was saying with its tune, and listened with a bow. His wrist is becoming more and more flexible and he can do whatever he wants. Hu Qin's voice follows the tune of the bird, and then it blends into one, and it is impossible to tell which is the bird's and which is the Hu Qin's. Xianger and the bird are very happy. They looked at each other and smiled slightly. Later, the bird was thirsty and said to Xianger, "The music you learned is getting better and better. I am thirsty now. I'm going to the stream to drink water and take a bath. Let's meet again later. " With that, the bird flew out of the Woods.
Xianger's huqin is getting better and better, and its timbre is getting better and better. His music is not spring water, wind or birds. He fused three kinds of tunes together to produce a new tune, as if several colors were fused together to become a new color. He often goes to see spring to see if it wakes up. Quanshui said to him, "Your music is much better than mine. Play me a song to put me to sleep! " He often goes to see the wind and talks to it. The wind said to him, "Your music is better than mine." Play me a song and make me happy! "He often watches birds dance and listens to birds sing. The bird said to him, "now you can teach me." "Play me a tune and let me learn your new tune." Xiang Er was very happy to hear them say this. She tried to play her new tune for them. Spring listened and fell asleep quietly; The wind listened and smiled; Listen, bird. Learn from him.
Note: The writer of this article is Ye Shengtao.