I -Scoot, as the daughter of Addicks, my father is a lawyer, and I have a brother Jim, who always followed Jim in the seventh grade. Addicks said: My brother Jim always gives people a calm person who doesn't lose his temper easily, but I feel timid and weak towards him.
Just in the first grade, I met Miss Caroline. When we first met, an unpleasant thing happened. It is because I read newspapers with Addicks and Ka Glacia that I learned to write. Caroline warned me not to read newspapers and write, which led me to quarrel with Caroline in class. Because Caroline believes that education is the process of children's life, not the preparation for future life-"Dewey Decimal Classification".
But even if Caroline doesn't agree, I will continue to read newspapers with Addicks and keep abreast of the stories, which is what I agreed with Addicks.
You do what you think is right. You don't have to argue with others, because the world you meet is different. Caroline's worldview is that education is just a process, and you should do what you should do at your appropriate stage.
And when I like, I will read newspapers with Addicks, because it is a happy time to read newspapers and listen to his stories in my father's arms, and I like reading them, too. As long as it is not illegal, what you think should be done can still be done.
But when there is a certain conflict between the two, we can live in our own way. I respect you. I shouldn't argue with you in class, but I can still read newspapers after class.
Deere came to Mecom County from other cities, came to my town, and met Rachel's cabbage patch for the first time. I was four years old and Dill was seven. There are no other friends our age in this street. So Deere quickly joined my brother's camp and we started role-playing-playing many roles in the script. Deere also began to take over my previous roles, such as the ape in Tarzan, and Mr. Crabtree in Wandering Boys. Deere is like a pocket-sized version of Merlin, full of wonderful ideas and always surprises my brother and me.
Later, we felt that the characters in the script had been played many times and were too boring, so we decided to start writing. The script we created is of course Radley, which is full of mystery and strangeness. The Radley family always circulates all kinds of stories in our town, such as ghosts living in the house, eating the walnuts of the Radley family will kill people, and there is a weirdo in the Radley family. This weirdo stabbed scissors into his father's leg, and the doors and windows were always closed on Sundays. Not attending an important activity in the town-going to church-is such a mysterious Radley family, which is an important material for our script, but the process of creation and performance was discovered by my father, who prohibited us from mocking others through creation.
However, in the process of creation, we finally could not help but have doubts. On the last night of Deere's departure, my brother Jim and I decided to visit Radley's house in the evening, hoping to discover Radley's life through the shutters. My brother and I decided to cross the school, climb over the barbed wire and enter the backyard of Radley's house. Radley saw us when we entered the backyard. Radley picked up a shotgun and shot at the sky. I had to flee in a hurry. In the process of escape, the trousers were accidentally entangled in the iron wire, so they had to be discarded in order not to be caught.
When I got home, I found many neighbors living in Radley's house and asked what had happened. In order not to arouse suspicion, I had to walk into the crowd without wearing pants. To explain why I didn't wear pants, Deere lied to me. At this point, the crowd finally dispersed and we went home.
Jim is always uncomfortable when he comes home. When his father fell asleep, he quietly returned to Radley's backyard. Jim found his trousers neatly stacked on the iron fence, and there were crooked seams in the scratched place.
Curiosity exists in everyone's heart. There are always people who like to probe into other people's privacy. When we find that most of us are different, just like Radley doesn't go to church, I think he is weird and wonderful, and I think he is not a normal person. When he sewed Jim's trousers, I thought he was actually a good man and very enthusiastic. He could actually expose Jim's behavior to his face, but Radley didn't. When I don't fully understand others,
When Christmas came, Uncle Jack returned to Mecom from school, and Dad brought us an air gun. We're going to spend Christmas with my menstruation Alexandra at Finch Manor, but I'm unhappy this Christmas and I had a quarrel with Francis. He laughed at his father, Addicks, for defending the negro: "If my uncle and grandfather, Addicks, sympathized with the nigger, I guess it's not your fault, but I want to tell you that it really humiliated the rest of the family" and "the nigger sympathizer" and taught him a lesson. This is to let Uncle Jack know that he got a good lesson when he got home. Of course, when he told me the reason, Uncle Jack apologized to me and heard a conversation between his father and Uncle Jack in the evening: "Do you think I can still face my children if I don't stand up?" Jack, you know as well as I do what will happen. I hope, I pray, that I can take Jim through this difficulty quickly without suffering too much, and most importantly, don't let them catch the common fault of Mecom. Why do reasonable people completely lose their minds when they encounter things related to blacks? I can't pretend to understand this absurdity in any case ... I just hope that Jim and Ku will come to me for answers instead of listening to people in town. I hope they trust me enough ... "In real life, most people are more rational and treat people well. As soon as they came into contact with the internet, they immediately became irrational and started the keyboard man. All kinds of sharp and vicious words blurted out, completely subverting cognition.
The next day, Jack taught me and Jim to shoot. My father is always different from other fathers in the class. He never hunts, plays poker, fishes, drinks or smokes. He likes to sit in the living room and read newspapers, but he refuses to let Adick teach us to shoot. His reason is that I'm 50 years old and too old, so I have a little antipathy to Addicks, and I just want to ask Miss Modi out with my father. Miss Modi praised her father, but refused to elaborate, saying only that Addicks would be the best chess player in town and could play the single-reed harmonica. But this gift makes me feel ashamed of him. This is the difference between people in Addicks and Mecom town. He won't follow the crowd.
On Saturday, Jim and I decided to take an air gun and practice with rabbits or squirrels, but in the street we met a dog, Timothy Johnson, which is our town's pet dog. Everyone likes it very much. However, the dog wobbled, as if it had mad dog disease. We ran home and told Capogni that Capogni informed Adix and police officer Heck Tate. People in this street in town immediately opened the doors and windows. To avoid accidents, when Addicks and police officers came to the scene, they saw Tim parked at Radley's home. In order to prevent accidents, Tim must be shot quickly, but if he misses, it is easy to shoot at Radley's house. However, the police officer's shooting was not so accurate, and Addicks was actually allowed to shoot. Addicks took the gun, put it on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, and made a series of actions, without dragging his feet, with a bang. We were immediately frightened by Adikash's operation. I didn't expect Addicks to have such a high shooting level.
Later, Miss Modi told us that Adikash was a sharpshooter when he was young. If he 15 shot down only 14 birds, he would sigh and even say that he was wasting bullets. Addicks has such talent, but he has always kept a low profile. It is estimated that only Jim and I will show it when we are in danger, just like ordinary gentlemen.
Talented and powerful people are so low-key and do their own things well, there is no need to show off to others, which is unfair to others.
Mrs Dubos is our neighbor. She has a nanny, Jessie. She likes to stay at home in a wheelchair. She often passes by her house when she goes to school. She always likes to call names, so she always feels scared when she meets, hoping not to meet her.
One day on Saturday, Jim and I were going to town. When we passed Mrs. Dubos's house, Mrs. Dubos spoke ill of us and said, "There are not only people in the Finch family who carry plates, but also people who help niggers in court." "Your father is the lawyer of those niggers and scum, not much better than himself!" These words hurt Jim and me deeply, but my father said, don't conflict with others because of others' words. This is neither a gentleman nor a reason. Jim and I went to town with anger. When we came back in the afternoon, we found no one in front of Mrs. Dubos's house. This is the only time I have seen Jim's crazy side, so irrational and calm.
Jim ran to Mrs. Dubos's front yard and interrupted all the camellias in the front yard. The whole yard is in a mess.
When Addicks learned about it and the reason, he had a conversation with Jim: "It is unforgivable to treat an old lady who is sick in this way. You must talk to the old lady. "
When Jim came home, he said, "I have apologized to Mrs. Dubos and cleaned the front yard again. Mrs. Dubos wants me to study with her for a month." Addicks agreed.
During this month, I went to Dubos's teacher's house to study with trepidation every afternoon after school. On the first day, Mrs Dubos always satirized and laughed at Jim, me and Eddie. After reading for about 20 minutes, she found something was wrong with Mrs. Dubos. Her head is slowly swinging from side to side, her mouth is greatly opened from time to time, and her tongue is slightly undulating. There are strips of saliva hanging on her lips. She sucked it in at once and then opened her mouth wide. Jim and I were stunned by this scene. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang and Jess told us to go back. So we leave Mrs. Dubos's house every day as soon as we get to the alarm clock, but the alarm clock will ring a few minutes later than the day before. Finally, the temporary assistant asked me to continue my study for a week. Finally, Mrs. Dubos said, "That's it." Then he added, "That's it, goodbye!"
Suddenly, Jim and I were so happy that we shouted all the way.
A month later, we received the news of the death of Mrs. Dubos, and Edick explained to me why Mrs. Dubos had convulsions and why she wanted me to study for one more week. It turns out that Mrs. Dubos has been taking morphine for a long time to relieve her pain, which led to her addiction to morphine. In order to leave this world cleanly, she decided to give up morphine before she died, and she finally did it! Eddie made me study to distract Dubos. Even if I hadn't damaged the yard, Addicks would have told us to go.
True courage is when you do something new, you won't win 100%, but you still insist on doing it. One seldom wins, but always wins. How brave Mrs Dubos is. She won physical liberation and spiritual independence with a body of 98 Jin. Firefighters, policemen, armed police, etc. They are all warriors, because they often fight some "wars" that are impossible to win 100%.