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My teacher Sun Hanbo, a friend's child, is three and a half years old this year. He is not beautiful and doesn't talk much.

Usually, parents don't let them kill chickens and cut fish, which is very kind, but they ignore all the visitors at home.

Look cold and arrogant. At first, I thought he was just teasing for fun, but later I dared not admit it.

Yes, he is a teacher. Many people laughed at me for recognizing a three-and-a-half-year-old child as a teacher. Am I crazy or melodramatic?

I said it was your fault. Who stipulates that teachers can only see the big picture from the small? Sun Hanbo! Teacher sun,

He should be my teacher.

The aunt in kindergarten took her children for an outing, and he was among them. Aunt picked a bunch of flowers for her.

Everybody, it's his turn. He didn't answer, his eyes turned white and his nose turned one by one. Aunt asked: You don't want it?

Want it? He said, "Does the flower hurt?" For beautiful things, because they are beautiful, we often feel them.

If you get its beauty, you don't cherish it or defend it. Sometimes you realize its beauty because you don't.

Born jealous, slanderous, and even involved in harm and destruction. Sun Hanbo is merciful and sees all things have spirits.

Life should respect and live in peace. He really should be my teacher.

Watching TV at night, CCTV will start playing the national anthem before seven o'clock, and he will stand in a chair.

Whether adults or children are present, they are surprised or sneering, staring at each other and clapping.

I don't have such a good style For my own safety and a little career, I always take care.

Everything is stage fright. You have to bear the burden of carrying eggs through the downtown area. You don't dare to squeeze people. You are afraid of being squeezed. You have to endure it. No

I have to put up with it. At most, I only wrote "Make an amicable friendship, silence thunder stops slander" to masturbate, and I lost a lot of ambition.

Angry and missed a lot of business. Sun Hanbo is fearless and dares to direct the national anthem. He should be my dad.

Teacher.

I was writing a banner at his house, and many people looked around and applauded. He also squeezed in, cocked his head.

Look, one hand takes out earwax. His father asked, "What did you come to see?" He said, "Look and write." Ask again:

"What did you write?" Say: "Word." Ask again: "What word?" Say: "black". My article

And I have also been praised by others, such as listening to others.

I read so-and-so's article very well, and I don't see anything good, but I want to mix in the literary world.

And in order to prove my appreciation level, or that XXX is authoritative and famous, I have to express humility and

Respect, I need a promotion and a prize, so I said, "Yes, of course. Look, he. "

How nice it is to write this couplet,' * * * * * * * * * Spring'! "Sun Hanbo don't.

Take care of the overall situation, don't look at the face, don't choose words, beat around the bush and go straight to the root of the matter. He really should be me.

Our teacher.

Two people were arguing in the street. First, they scolded each other, then they punched each other. With a face of blood, they robbed them.

The machete on the butcher shop case next to it, the onlookers collapsed and separated. His father took him away and he ran away.

Stand among them and shout, "Don't fight! Fighting is not a good boy, no fighting! " at present

People are very angry, as if eating explosives, trivial things will lead to bloody incidents, but the streets

There was a struggle in the world, but few people tried to stop it. Me too. I am afraid of protecting the weak and being hurt by the strong.

Knife, dare not deter the strong, the weak quietly escape, the police intervened from the side, more than one thing.

It is better to do one less thing, or simply walk away and refuse to do even a proof afterwards. Outside Jessica's safe range,

Righteously, with Xu Honggang's heroism, he should be my teacher.

During the Spring Festival, a friend took him to a colleague's house to pay New Year's greetings, and the oil printed with western gods was hung on the wall.

In the painted calendar, the gods are naked or half naked. Tourists pay attention to peep when no one is around, and turn pale when others are around.

Seriously. Colleagues also think that the calendar is not good-looking, so they cut a small coat with red paper and stick it on the nude.

He sniffed and laughed, deliberately pointed to his naked chest and asked him, "What is this?" He plays transformers,

Have fun, I looked at it and said, "Mom's milk!" " "Say, busy operating his man.

When children look at women, they are either gods or naked and itchy, but not in public.

Tell the truth, never forget if you don't tell the truth, and make a fantasy in loneliness. I think this calendar is like this.

I feel that going to the temple to worship Bodhisattva also feels that Bodhisattva looks good. I had a unrequited love, and so did I.

I dare not say-I dare not say, I just want to be perfect, a gentleman and a saint, and it will be vulgar to say it.

It's a rogue, it's a chess piece. Sun Hanbo has no secular life. He was in awe and burned incense without thinking that he was a god.

Boss, he doesn't think that nudity will produce evil thoughts. He regards it as a part of a person, a mother.

Shit, if he says anything, it's over. It's not hypocrisy, it's not self-deception, it's normal

Chang, frankly speaking, he really should be my teacher.

My teacher doesn't talk much. He doesn't give me classes or give me homework. He never thinks about me.

Such a student is proud, but he always looks cold and arrogant. I think, maybe.

It made me understand the truth that "a quick talker is dull in the sky, and an empty eye is covered in ghosts". I'm sorry

Treat my teacher, he let me constantly discover my meanness, know shame, and I believe in commitment.

Many, many people should be ashamed of touching my teacher. So, I have no reason not to call him teacher!

I'm not the only student of my teacher, am I?