1, wind-driven water vapor

After coming back from vacation, I packed up a lot of sundries, and then I felt so comfortable.

First of all, I moved the shoe cabinet to the bedside for several years (my mother said she would use it as my bookcase, and when I opened it, I actually put a lot of books in it). Then, facing the window, just facing the foot of the bed. It's a kind of cycad, very lush. Every time I open the window, I feel uncomfortable when I see its thorns, so I move it away again.

Then, 80% of the things (80% can be called garbage) in the two utility rooms opposite and diagonally opposite my room were moved away. Then, in front of the stones and flowerpots in the bathroom, a rotten platform in the bird was worse than the one above, and many pots of aloe (which used to be stinging) were also moved away.

On the balcony, there is a pile of mud clinging to my room, just facing the bedside (think of Xu Zhian's song-Mud, you might as well listen to it again, that song was once the golden song of the year, and maybe even won the best male singer). There is an iron net on the mud, and the following objects are piled on it: a rotten mouse cage, rotten flower pots within 65,438+00, and several others. When cleaning up the silt, I found many broken tiles inside. What is even more strange is that there are many iron bars in it, which are very young, but thicker and tougher than iron wire. Strangely, their doors are all facing my bedside. It's strange (I can't help thinking that so much has happened since I moved to this Jin Juhua community).

Later, it was found that there was a lush yellow skin (commonly known as chicken excrement fruit in vernacular) in the room. When I heard the name, I wanted to cut it down, but my mother had planted it for many years, and it was too big. In fact, I didn't understand why bonsai should be planted with yellow skin at that time. However, my mother has planted sweet potato vines in the past two years, put a lot of pots by the window, and there are Filipino dishes (called Jiucai in vernacular). As for carambola, I find it difficult to get in.

I've moved a lot of things these days, although I'm hard, I'm not in good health (since I moved to this community, I seem to be sick, strabismus, obesity, poor spirit, kidney deficiency, hernia, recent signs of hypertension, rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, hearing loss, rhinitis, fear of the sun, communication difficulties, hooliganism, hernia and so on. ) suddenly being pointed at for no reason (a junior high school student surnamed Yang can be slow to respond, etc. ), but after moving out, I feel really comfortable, really really comfortable. I have been obsessed with my disfigurement for many years (my mother pinched my nose, but my mother said that this is your own business, you have to break through this trouble by yourself, and no one can help you).

Let's stop here today and continue next time. Goodbye.

2, disfigured articles

When I was a child, my mother often said that my nose was not high enough. She often tells me to pinch. When I didn't do what she asked, she made a very angry look and said I was disobedient. She also scratched my hand on my face many times. Finally, at the end of the fifth grade 1 semester, both sides of my nose are sunken, and the right side is the most serious, which can be seen under normal circumstances. However, disfigurement is not a serious problem. The most serious thing is that disfigurement has brought me extremely serious trouble. Please listen to me slowly and carefully.

After being disfigured, I have completely changed. I am in a daze, doing nothing, being insensitive (in serious cases, extremely serious), careless, inattentive (this is very serious), not paying attention to hygiene (often laughed at by people, but acting insensitive and giggling with others), and afraid of seeing the sun (every time I go home to watch TV and watch something, I have to close the curtains). Unless in a very dark state, disfigurement binds me like an obstacle and makes me feel uncomfortable all the time. I hope to go home as soon as possible and stay alone, so I will feel very comfortable.

Before disfigurement, although I didn't like studying very much, I got good grades, and I was generally in the top ten in my class. I often get full marks in math. In class, the teacher often said that I didn't listen to my classmates, but it didn't affect me at all. After disfigurement, I can't concentrate at all. As long as there is light, it is difficult for me to communicate with others. I can't hear the teacher in class at all, and I can only do other things in many cases. Generally speaking, even self-study is very difficult in learning. If you force yourself to study, you will not only learn badly, but also feel very hard, and your personal mental state will become worse, more confused and more tired. Strangely, you will inexplicably do things that you don't even understand (these things are bad things, mixed things, ugly things, arrogant things, despicable things, but now, for example, I can say one thing. On the second day of junior high school, around 8 pm, I felt very sleepy because I had consumed too much energy during the day, so I went to bed. My mother rushed into the room at once and pulled me up to study. I talked back to her. Then, she knocked down a game machine on the stage (this game machine was borrowed by my classmate, which is very ordinary, and that classmate is often bullied by people in our class. It can be said that I was not afraid of him at all, and the table was not high, so my mother gently pushed it down. You can tell at a glance that it won't break. I borrowed it for about half a year and paid it back. I heard that I lent it to others again (this is not good, but I am paving the way for the following to make readers understand me). At that time, my disfigured place, especially the right side, suddenly moved, and it didn't move. I don't know how to describe the feeling at that time. Anyway, it's the disfigurement, especially on the right, which suddenly affected my thinking. It can also be said that all my feelings at that time were concentrated in the disfigured place on the right. But the next day, nothing seemed to happen to my mother. There are many scandals, all related to disfigurement and process, especially the part that suddenly affects the mind. Maybe you think it's incredible, but anyway, I won't deceive myself the most (although I used to be an expert in deceiving myself), and that process really exists. Let's give two more examples. I had a fight (twice). Once, I quarreled with a classmate. Then I dropped one of his books, and he dropped my correction fluid on the floor. Then there was a "movement" in my place. Then, a crazy chase happened. I chased the man until his mother came out and stopped him. In the next semester of the fifth grade, I fought four times a week, all at school, and the reasons were rarely related to myself. Once, I don't know if it was that week. During the school sports meeting, a classmate in our class suddenly asked me to hit someone. The reason is that that person reported that my classmate and others were playing football and was severely criticized by the teacher. And I don't have a very good relationship with that classmate. That is a very ordinary one in the class. It can be said that this matter has nothing to do with me at all. I actually "moved" there again, and I was hot-headed and didn't think much. This is a big scene. The person who was beaten and his parents came to my house soon. They had a terrible quarrel downstairs, and the whole compound knew about it. As a result, they were scolded by my mother again. Parents also said they told the principal, but strangely, when they returned to work in the afternoon, the class teacher didn't even mention it. The beating happened on campus, and the school sports meeting was still held. Then there was a sudden, unprovoked and silent abuse. In the second day of junior high school, I rode home with a classmate, talking and laughing all the way. Before that, we got along very well, and he often praised me for my good ball skills. Suddenly he pointed his finger at me for no reason, which was insulting. The expression at that time was really insulting. It was moving there at that time. If I hadn't been disfigured, I would have got off and knocked him to the ground. Now that I think about it, I feel very wronged.

I'm a little tired and in poor health now. Recently, my heart is racing and my breath is short. Have a rest, and then continue. Please stay tuned.

In addition, the only good thing that disfigurement should bring me is that my talent for playing football has suddenly become fierce, and my skills, especially my consciousness, have suddenly become fierce, and my understanding of football (which can be said to be savvy) is obviously better than before disfigurement. I often score goals, and I am lucky to score goals. Playing football feels very comfortable, and the progress of technology is naturally formed without any intention. However, I read an article which said that some foreign coaches found that the people who played football well were the lower classes. Although I wanted to score before I was disfigured, I was under the impression that I only scored one goal in the game, and it was still half a goal (I called it a game in physical education class, some friendly matches on weekends or holidays).

Now have a rest. See you next time.