I got to know her from Twilight, I haven't read the original book, I can't hate this movie, I like K's flawless face, yes, no matter what she plays, even in "Coffee Commune" "dressing up as a gentle woman can still easily show an uninhibited state. The k in the film looks like me when I was 15 years old, walking in a hurry in the school, expressionless, every now and then someone will turn their head and whisper to me, hang the label "heroine" on me, look at the people who used to surround me The friends who turned around didn't even pay attention to greetings, and the classmates beside me said with pity, "You are so miserable, hey". The teacher often talks to me, "Don't be the only person in the whole school who fails in physical chemistry, it will embarrass our class." I was admitted to the experimental class by myself. Being given special education like this? There is nothing to say, because at that time I was like a fool who never knew that people could subconsciously attack and abuse others for the sake of fun without understanding the logic of the facts, just for entertainment, everyone waited and watched Your joke, nobody cares what happened to you. I couldn't bear the great changes in the environment for a while, but I had to grit my teeth and encourage myself to disperse the haze. I was very angry and scared. It is the most difficult time for a person to eat in the cafeteria, because there are chattering voices around his ears, and he really hates the noisy sound of this world. In the spare time of the first and second year of high school, I spent all my spare time in the studio. It was very quiet. The two teachers were sometimes only me as a student. I didn’t have any pressure to go to school. That set of patterns followed the rules. The teacher praised me for making rapid progress, being diligent and eager to learn, and having my own ideas. For the first time since I entered high school, I felt recognized. They were not like my history teacher, who called me out to teach me, who was sitting quietly in class, and insulted and questioned me after I refuted that I didn't speak. And the same table is the first, I hold back, I can't let her take me to see the director of the moral education department to give me the next punishment, and I can't take the girl on the other side of my table and tell her, you presbyopia, is it? They are both chatting. Day by day, I entered university, and I still hated school as much as I did. Many things in my temperament remained the same, just like I hated the violent education given to me by the language teacher in grades one to three. I guess I was stupid at the time. She ripped off her scalp; I also hated the junior high school head teacher who I respected, because he was red-faced in front of everyone in the class and scolded me for being lazy in the rope skipping competition. My outward appearance gave him a great illusion and even threatened i want my chicken Mao's story was written into the file, and after I listened to his speech in disdain, he dragged me to the small room and scolded me again, until I was aggrieved and wept. However, some things stuck in my throat can finally be revealed after a little bit of growth. Once my father was watching TV news about the abuse in kindergarten and asked me hilariously, have you never been treated like this by a teacher before? I couldn't hold back the tears for a while, scolding him for never giving me space to listen to me, and I just kept my mouth shut and swallowed all the words in my heart for 12 years. When I talk about the past, I remember a lot of beautiful things. I can talk about them with relish and interest. Then I can't forget some things that I can't rot in my heart, and burn them as much as possible. Some sequelae are exposed in my 21-year-old character. I am sensitive and easy to cry, restrained and calm but easy to be frightened. I habitually refuse the kindness of others. I want to make friends but can't fit in. I am also very grateful to my friends who have been with me all the time. Take care of me silently, don't need to promise to be a lifelong friend, don't complain about my non-speaking, don't dislike me suddenly and take the initiative to ask to meet at any time, but also try to think for me as much as possible, and enthusiastically help me find a way after I pour out a sentence . It's good to be able to say what's in your heart. It's okay if you don't have logical language and not moving enough, it's not a shame, it's my memories.
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