What can be said, there is nothing to say, what cannot be said, I have learned never to say.
Therefore, I hate nostalgia.
After collecting the films of Gong Junjun, only "Yinghuowu" and "The Fairy Tale of the Years" are left to watch - the Yinghuowu is too miserable, and the fairy tales of the years are too nostalgic. It took a few weeks to actually watch it.
In the night of insomnia, I held the computer with determination and looked at it, but Yinghuobug still couldn't accept it. "Bound to Heaven" written by a Wuhan person described the girl as just like Setsuko. I think it is just a sensational method. The child died, there will be no second, so I immediately took out another "Fairy Tales of Time" to adjust my mood.
The girl in "The Fairy Tale of Time" is good at writing, bad at math, kind, and sensitive.
The story is the interspersed reality and the memory, the reality is the reality that is not fully explained, and the memory is also the endless fragments of the years. I watched it, and the tears flowed very violently, like a child who was aggrieved when he saw someone he could rely on.
My memory is very poor. Before the age of six, there are only three or four clips; things after the age of ten are relatively clear. And I didn't cherish those years at all, and grew up as if relieved.
Now I work in the office, I can surf the Internet, I can work, I can chat, and I can naturally be silent. I ask myself, is it still the same teenage girl? Memories are not rose-colored. I remember taking an abacus class in the third grade and borrowing an abacus in the same grade. I remember always wanting a navy dress with blue and white stripes, but I didn't get it until I graduated. At that time, this Clothes are long outdated; I remember being constantly bullied by the number one villain in my class, crying out for my father to come to school, and then he finally transferred.
Once, I saw an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl who was not tall and ran face to face with me. I clearly saw that her face was ordinary, her thin hair was sticky and sweaty, and she didn't make a hole. I felt as if I Passing by with my ten-year-old self, maybe this is the only way I can truly face myself.
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Taeko (27-year-old Taeko) Q: What would you do division of fractions?
Man's answer: Division of fractions? Yes?
Taeko: Sure enough, people who learn to divide fractions easily when they are young will have a smoother life when they grow up.
Taeko said again: I have an elementary school classmate who has average grades and is fat, but he is fast at dividing fractions, and I always fail the quiz in that chapter. Now she has two children.
Boy: how did you do it?
In my memory...
an exam paper, full of XX, failed the score, and it was dazzlingly red.
Mom scolded her while she was doing things, and she stood still.
Mother asked Gao Caisheng's sister to help her with tuition.
The elder sister screamed, "This! This! What exam paper! How can she be so stupid!"
My mother whispered: So I want you to help her with tutoring.
She was quiet, depressed, and
her elder sister was not angry, and she explained it in a gushing way—the way to divide fractions is to multiply the dividends inversely. wrong.
She murmured: Why do you want to turn it upside down? For example, a cake is divided into four parts, and then divided into one third, isn't that one twelfth, am I right?
The elder sister was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and became dizzy: You are still multiplying, remember, invert it and multiply it again!
Seeing this, I took a little effort to remember it, and when I did this, I also had a headache for a long time.
I admire the original author who wrote this film very much. If they hadn't really experienced it, no one would have made a big fuss about this issue. ——A child who needs to dig into the horns even in the division of fractions is more likely to fall into anxiety and loneliness than
a child who does not understand and naturally uses the reverse division. Such a child may be called a dead mind. When you grow up, you can imagine the same confusion in love, work, principles, choices, and life, but others will say: How stupid to be like this! Just do what you should do...
Are you still your teenage self? It's like apple juice that has been diluted hundreds of times, and the taste is flat. No matter how much water is injected, it can't change the true color of the apple juice.
If you hate apple juice, but like cantaloupe juice, lemon juice, peach juice, even a glass of orange juice, then you infiltrate yourself into other flavors, but the taste is weird that no one can recognize.
I think growing up is a very lonely process. Sometimes it’s because I can’t divide fractions, sometimes it’s because the arm posture is always wrong when walking in line, and sometimes it’s because of the alienation of close friends. These things are not a big deal. It's easy to forget even yourself. But in fact, everything is like a dilution or infiltration, slowly changing itself into what it is now.
Now I am not a glass of apple juice, but it used to be a glass of apple juice. Bad taste, but pure.
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