'tell me the ghost story! "Ah ah ah, don't talk! "Come on, come on! "Okay, now. 'after class, we are going to tell ghost stories. I feel terrible, but I still want to hear it. Do you want to hear it? Come and listen!
Once upon a time, there was a rich child who lived in a villa. There are two floors underground and three upstairs. One day, they went shopping. The child saw a doll with six fingers. The little girl thought it was strange and bought it. The salesman said & lsquo; children, do you really want to buy it? This doll may bring you bad luck! ’'
'ah ~ ~! Stop talking! "No, no, come on! "Oh, I'll go on. The girl didn't hear a word and left. He put the doll on the second floor, which happened to be the little girl's birthday. After sleeping, the little girl had a dream. She dreamed of the beautiful doll with six fingers. The doll said, & lsquo; I'm on the first floor! ~&"Ah!"! Stop talking! It's terrible, 'someone protested! 'no, go on. "Jingling Bell & hellip; & hellip; 'that's good. I can't listen to it after class.
'Dingling & hellip; & hellip;' it's not easy to wait until class is over, and we all go to listen to ghost stories in a rush. 'come on! "Another birthday, the little girl dreamed that dream again: & lsquo; I'm on the first floor! ~&Another year: & lsquo; I'm on the second floor! ~&"Year 4: & lsquo; I'm here! ~&"Ah!"! &Rsquo; the little girl's father and mother were woken up. Seeing the little girl's white face, they took the little girl to the hospital. Results the final result was invalid rescue! '
'ah! "What a pity! "The little girl's father and mother saw the beautiful doll on the little girl's bed, and went to the - 2nd floor - the place where the doll was put, and found his daughter lying in the place where the doll was put! His father put the doll back in the hands of the shop assistant. The shop assistant put the doll in the original place. When the little girl's father and mother left, the shop assistant sighed and said, & lsquo; alas, who will be the next finger? &At this time, the seventh finger came out of the doll's hand. '
'ah, the doll has killed seven people?! 'when I went back this day, I couldn't sleep at night. I was afraid another doll would say' I'm on the first floor! ~'Oh, who told me to listen? Every bit in my heart 1400 words memory is a line, even if separated from two places, can also connect you and me & hellip; & hellip;
----Inscription
Far away years is a kite, memories are the hand of the line, inadvertently a gust of wind will let the kite blow to me, soft sunshine into the memories.
In my childhood, I never lingered in my hippocampus, as if I would clear the data every day. That company '? Á a & agrave; 'can't be read correctly. At the age of babbling, but somehow, when he walked in the catwalk with his fingers together, the picture of humming' little boy Lang 'melody on his mouth was still vaguely arranged and played back in his mind. In that year, although he was not young, he was still in his prime. A pair of strong arms lifted me up without any difficulty. They used to be a Trojan horse for me, not to mention a plane. A handsome face always showed its teeth and grinned, and his lips were almost at the back of his head. At that time, it never occurred to me that he had a profound influence on me.
Maybe people's perception and cognition are different in each age group! I regarded him as an idol when I was ignorant. He always dressed in that ten-year 'work clothes', sat on the' self-produced 'stool, holding a knife and a piece of wood, carefully carved, each small doll in his hand vivid, as if given life, lifelike. I remember that once I carved a shuttle like block of wood. I couldn't understand it. He didn't explain it too much. Up to now, I still have doubts about it. I can see the fans on the side. That kind of feeling is more like a little fan's worship of idols than love!
In the village, he is half a local doctor. When the villagers suffer from heatstroke, they will first think of looking for him. However, his treatment method is not acceptable to ordinary people. It's a pain when the acupoints are tossed all over you. Every time I watched the villagers were wowed by him, I couldn't help but make a cold sweat for them. I have a deep feeling for this pain. He is able to inherit this skill for my health. Every time he teaches me, he always does it himself. After finding the acupoints and starting, I fell on the ground in pain. Every time when I was not learning, his face would turn faster than his book, and his attitude turned 180 degrees. There is no alternative. Since he is so serious, I have to bear the pain.
I never think of others when I am rebellious, of course, even he is no exception. At that time, I had a special love for TV, and I became obsessed with it. When I was free, I was like a nail in front of the TV. I would not do housework until I was in front of the TV. I was worried about my family. I was afraid that I would be addicted to it and would be out of control. However, no matter how hard my family tried to persuade me, I ignored it. And he, well, rushed into the room without saying a word, turned off the TV play I was watching, and unplugged the plug. Of course, I won't let him do this, so a quarrel was staged again. He was furious: 'I only know how to watch TV every day. What's the use of spending so much money on raising you. 'then why don't you just strangle me when I was born. What's the matter? I regret now. It's too late. 'I don't know how I could have said such treacherous words at that time. Maybe I'm confused. Now I'm sorry. I slammed the door into the room and cried for a long time, but I didn't notice any movement behind the door; When I opened the door again, the world was already black with ink. Only the half covered door in his room was still emitting weak lights. I crept forward and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. I could hear his powerless sobs clearly. I could see several tears on his tawny face, just like the river on the Loess Plateau. Over the years, I've never seen him so well. He's old. His black hair has been replaced by white silk. The wrinkles are slowly climbing up his forehead and cheeks. He's hunched. He's thinner and more haggard. I laugh at myself. He has been tortured like this by time and me. I haven't looked at him carefully for so many years. I've never done anything for him. I've never talked to him about my heart. I've always been against him. I'm cold hearted for myself. Unconsciously, the eyes are moist, tears overflow & hellip; & hellip;
In the past, there were many opportunities to take good care of him, but I let them go.
It's too late to really realize that you should look back at him.
I know it's too late, but--
Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you
--Grandpa, do you hear me? I'm calling you & hellip; & hellip; until dusk, I haven't written 500 words for a long time.
The day is too ordinary, tomorrow and the same people in the same place breathing the same air. Some things in the air seem to be very turbid, which makes me suffocate. It's just that the ingredients are complex, and I'm at a loss!
The sky gradually darkened, and the days hurried away, leaving only my sigh under the bloody red sky. That long sigh made my heart ache. Endless pain & hellip; & hellip;
I think I should be a very easy person to be sad. I often hiss and sighs at the wine red clouds in the sky. Maybe it's a little groaning.
Often dream of a sea, the sky and water have the deepest depression. They spread endlessly, grow endlessly, linger endlessly, as if reaching out and touching, and so far away. I think I belong to that place. Maybe only it can contain my willfulness and indulge my freedom.
Night fell, but it was not very dark. There are several birds in the gray sky, which are moving. I sat quietly in front of the window. I want to shout loudly, but I can't say anything with my mouth wide open. Like a child who has aphasia, I panic in pain & hellip; & hellip;
Sometimes, I'm very glad to have a quiet space for me to comfort in this noisy world. It's probably a gift from God, but sometimes it's also a punishment, just like the helplessness of opening up your mouth but not making a sound. Sometimes, I really feel tired and want to laugh, but the tears are surging down. They have no backbone and can't resist the gravity. I did not stop their whereabouts any more, but let them roam freely on my cheek.
Friends said that he was made of water.
I said, I don't know.
It's getting dark. I call it night. It's a lovely time. Some people say that night is the end of the day, and I think night is the beginning of the world. In this complex reincarnation, only in the night can we get a little comfort.
The sun hurt my eyes.
The night smoothed the scar. 2000 words (1)
Life is like a game of chess. Each of us is competing with fate. Only by playing this game in the end can we know whether we have changed our destiny or whether it has controlled us.
Our youth is a real scam, which tells us: 'as long as we squeeze through that exclusive bridge, there will be no bumpy road in the future. 'to get rid of this lie, so there is me in the world.
The idea is self-contained and ridiculous. But what's the point of being arrogant once in a while? Just for fun.
I don't know why, our generation seems particularly melancholy. Every time I read the articles written by my peers, I always feel the light sadness hidden in them. I don't understand that there are so many sad things in the world?
I feel happy when we make scrambled eggs with glass sticks as shovels, evaporating dishes as pans and sodium chloride solution as seasonings in the experiment of protein property test; I feel happy when the boy's' Heavenly rustle 'song in the class makes everyone laugh; I feel happy when the unknown flowers in the school tree fall on me in the posture of falling into the UK; when a family When people eat around the table, I feel happy & hellip; & hellip;
It's not that there's only sadness left in life, it's just that people in life can't extricate themselves because of the temporary unhappiness. It's not that happiness has gone away from us, it's just that people have forgotten how to be happy when they are addicted to pain. In fact, as long as the subtle taste, even the plain life will be full of happiness.
Of course, there will be sadness in life.
When I can't restrain my sadness, I will tell myself that there is nothing to be sad about. Looking back, I found that I was right. Those who had thought that the sadness had gone with the wind, only on the way to draw a deep or shallow mark, which indicated that there was sadness in those wandering years.
Yes, why should youth be sad? The season of seventeen or eighteen is supposed to be happy, not sad.
Life is like a game of chess. Each of us is competing with fate. Only when we play this game in the end can we know whether we have changed our destiny or whether it is fate