seemed to flash back to a morning in high school. Three to five thousand students were neatly displayed on the playground. . I stood there, staring blankly at the principal on the podium. I am waiting to leave, waiting for this to return to my desk. I was impatient, half of the reason was because there was a copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire hidden in the table bucket, and the other half was because there was a half-bite egg pie hidden in the table bucket. But it's not that simple, it's Monday. Every Monday there is a flag-raising ceremony. Before each flag-raising, the principal always takes the manuscript and gives a lecture. Every time, without exception, it is all nonsense. I don’t seem to be very friendly when I say this, but it’s true. From studying hard every day to contributing to socialism, I can silently write every word he says, because it seems that all elementary and middle schools all over the world, head teachers, class leaders, class leaders, and deputies. Standing on the rostrum, the principal has an accent, so that I am always surprised that they still need to bring a speech.
But at the same time, like the more than 100 flag-raising ceremonies during the entire high school period, and the nearly 500 flag-raising ceremonies during the entire primary and middle school period, I couldn't hear a word of him. Those nonsense has long become the background noise before the flag-raising ceremony. I can see the morning breeze blowing across the playground and seeing it hit my cheeks; I can hear a flower blooming and I can hear it falling to the ground; I can smell the fragrance of the hairline of the girl in front I can smell the stray wave of my heartbeat again. But I just don't understand what the principal is forcing on stage, so he can't just say eat and drink well and turn off the stage. The students applaud and played the national anthem. I had a strong urge to talk to the person next to me about the principal's fat belly, but I resisted it.
Because the principal forbids whispering while speaking,
fortunately, they can't help but get distracted.
Distraction is the last weapon in the face of preaching. I have been good at wandering since I was a child, and have a serious tendency to delusion. Until now, I have not been cured. I think the principals of primary and secondary schools have a great responsibility, because almost all the big scenes of wandering and delusion in my memory occurred during the flag-raising ceremony. Sometimes an alien spaceship floats from a distance and suddenly blows the rostrum into ashes with a single shot. The classmates are in a mess. At this time, I silently cover my chest and sing XXX and turn into a masked heavy armor. save the world. Sometimes it was the principal who turned into a big devil and smashed the bones of the school building. The classmates made a mess. At this time, I silently drew two knives from my waist and rushed to the stage with a violent shout, and then saved the world. Relatively speaking, the appearance of me riding on a broomstick and holding a magic wand mainly appeared in the classroom to stage small scenes of saving the school,
but I like this kind of small scenes.
Thank you Harry Potter for showing up in due course. When I said appropriate, I meant that I was mature enough to recognize two painful realities at that time. One is that Big Brother Optimus Prime really couldn't drive me away with that little red tractor. Another fact is that I really don't seem to have any special functions from the various indicators of my body. In this kind of gap, the Harry Potter series saved my world of delusion. Imagine this wonderful setting. The protagonist, like me, is a little boy who lives in the real world with flat waist, long legs and short legs. Suddenly someone turned over from the wall and told him a lot of old past events. And came to the conclusion that he was an amazing man. And most importantly, there is a gift for magic. Then everything changed. With this boring and boring real world where no one is waiting to see you, say goodbye to you and start a beautiful and happy new life. What's more, with his performance in Hogwarts, it seems that he doesn't have any kind of talent and will quality that is hard to reach. It seems that he can do just as well by putting himself in. Hi, how can you refuse to project part of your feelings on that spectacle boy?
Even better, this guy didn't do very well, but that didn't prevent him from standing in the spotlight at all, the savior, the prophet, Dumbledore's darling, etc. This makes me envious in reality. Living in the high school class I was in at the time, a large group of hard-working people stayed up late except for preparing for class, reviewing homework, remedial exams, and having no other hobbies. Of course you can’t compare your grades with them; you play games all day long with similar interests. Those few who have very high IQ scores are still incomparable; the mixed society fights and picks up girls courageously. Not high enough nor bad enough, not good enough nor bad enough, and has no strengths. It seems that the more famous ones are only those who know more than others-but in fact they are all finished. In addition, it is too unwise to compare the wealth of the second generation among a group of rich second-generation and second-generation powers. The only way to gain temporary attention is through the game of Who is the most miserable. "What? Are you depressed? Rely on me to have brain cancer, my friend". In the face of the lifeless reality, what could be more comfortable than to get into the book and think that he is the savior with a lightning scar on his ass?
Oh, there is a dark enemy with no nose? What does that matter? You can get it done by waving a magic wand in the finale.
But the finale came too late. The Chinese version released in October 2007 also graduated from universities. My delusion is still there, but it has reached another stage. There is no longer a place for arrogant imagination, no more hiding places for big swords and Turtle God Shockwave, the place is left for those more real obscenities: a fat and oily job, a Blind to admire my boss, or a silly girl who got into my bed with a big breast and brainlessness. Who would substitute himself for that stunned green with glasses? Besides, it is probably too late to learn magic. In this way, Harry Potter has lost all his cuteness. Even the last one of this book was extremely disappointing. What? Is Voldemort at this level? In the end, Harry really confessed to it when he waved his magic wand? As a housewife, Ron's mother actually killed the No. 1 female villain Goth? Is it a bit logical? Neville, the soy saucer, was using a knife under Voldemort's nose? In the end, the ending was so happy, none of these little rascals died. Alas, it turns out that I read a novel for ten years and ended up being a children's literature?
But is this blamed on others? A fairy tale of adolescence that excites you at the age of ten, and disappointed you when you were in your twenties. This is the same as when the twelve-year-old Xiaozhengtai Daniel was disabled at the age of twenty-two. This is nothing more than normal. . The things that I have loved since I was a child: fantasy, science fiction, fantasy, mystery novels, comics, animations and games, can no longer embrace me as tenderly as before. How long have I not watched the sunrise or looked up at the stars, How long hasn't he smirked while carrying a wine bottle. It's just because the place I originally left them in my heart is filled with the anxiety of yearning for success and the fear of life of failure. Then, watching a movie in exchange for a moment of flashback of memory, recalling the joy and satisfaction it brought me back then, is worth it.
After all, it was the adolescent delusional patient who was old and dead.
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