It was a morning in 1968, the autumn wind was blowing gently, and the summer heat was gone. A 14-year-old boy, Sang Sang, boarded the roof of the tallest building in the middle of the grass house in Yau Ma Tei Primary School. He sat on the roof and Yau Ma Tei Primary School jumped into his eyes for the first time. The white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind. The boy sang sang suddenly felt that he was going to cry, so he sobbed quietly. Tomorrow morning, a big wooden boat, before waking up in Yau Ma Tei, will take him and his home and leave here far away ── he will bid farewell to this golden straw house that accompanies him day and night forever ... A bald crane and Sang Sang are classmates from grade one to grade six. This bald crane should be called Lu He, but because he is a complete little bald man, the children in Yau Ma Tei call him Lu He. The small village where the white-headed crane is located is a small village where many maple trees are planted. Every autumn, maple trees are red and very charming. But in this village, there are many bald men. They walked bareheaded under such a beautiful maple tree, which attracted the teachers of Yau Ma Tei Primary School to stop and watch quietly. Those bald people are under the maple tree, slightly glowing with red light, and occasionally there are gaps when they meet maple leaves. When someone walks there, they will shine like tiles in the sand. Teachers who put their hands in their trouser pockets or cross their hands on their chests smile at people and don't know what it means. The crane has seen this kind of smile many times. But in Sang Sang's memory, the bald crane didn't seem to care about his baldness until he was in the third grade. This may be because he is not the only bald person in his village, or because the crane is too young to remember whether he should care about his baldness. The crane has been living a happy life. If someone calls him a bald crane, he will happily agree, as if he was originally called a bald crane, not a land crane. The bald head of the crane is very authentic. He supported such a naked head with a long beautiful neck. This head has no scars and is so smooth. In the sun, this portrait is as bright as wax, which reminds his classmates of that night for no reason, and it will also be bright. Because of this baldness, children tend to be fascinated and have a desire to spit with their fingers. In fact, bald cranes often touch their heads. Later, the bald crane found that the children liked to touch his head. He attached great importance to his head and stopped touching it if he wanted to. If someone steals his head, he will immediately turn around and judge that he is weaker than him, so he will catch up and let that person eat a punch in the back; Seeing someone better than him, he will scold. Someone has to touch it, that's fine, but you have to pay the bald crane something: either a piece of candy or lend him an eraser or pencil for half a day. Sang Sang was hit twice with a broken ruler. At this time, the bald crane cleverly lowered its head and put it in front of Sang Sang. Sang Sang stretched out his hand to touch it, and the crane could count. "Once …" Sang Sang felt that the head of the crane was very smooth, just like touching a pebble washed by water for countless years by the river. When the bald crane was in the third grade, something happened. It seemed that one morning, he noticed his baldness. The bald crane's head can't be touched now. Whoever touches it, it is quick-sighted and desperate. If people call him bald crane again, he will not agree, and no one can exchange anything. Ding Si, the butcher in Yau Ma Tei, saw the bald crane's greedy eyes looking at the meat on his meat case, so he cut off a piece of meat weighing two pounds with a knife, poked a hole with the tip of the knife, put on a straw rope and held it high in front of the bald crane: "Let me touch your head, and this meat is yours." As he spoke, he was about to extend his greasy hand. The bald crane said, "Give me the meat first." Ding Si said, "I'll touch it first and then give it to you." The bald crane said, "No, give me the meat first." Ding Si waited at the door for some chatting people to come over and gave the meat to the bald crane. The bald crane looked at this piece of meat-it's really good meat! However, the crane slammed the door hard, threw the meat on the dusty road, and then ran away. Ding Si grabbed the butcher knife and chased it out. The crane ran for a while and then stopped running. He grabbed a brick from the ground and turned to gnash his teeth at Ding Si with a sharp knife. Ding Si didn't dare to take a step further, waved the knife twice in the air, said "little bald man" and turned to leave. The bald crane is no longer happy. It rained heavily that day, and the bald crane came to school without an umbrella. Although it rains, it is not dark, so the head of the crane is particularly bright in the silver rain curtain. Paper Moon and Toona sinensis, carrying a red oiled paper umbrella, flashed by the roadside and let the bald crane pass by. The crane felt it. The two girls' eyes were fixed on his head under the red oiled paper umbrella, and he walked past them. When he turned to look at them, he saw two girls covering their mouths with their hands and hiding their smiles. The bald crane walked to the school with his head down, but he didn't walk into the classroom, but walked into the bamboo forest by the river. Rain rustled on the bamboo leaves, and then dripped from a gap in his bald head. He touched his head with his hand and looked at the river with a depressed face. On the water, two or three chubby ducks swam around in the rain, looking very happy. The bald crane picked up a tile and smashed it, which made the ducks flap their wings and swim away. The bald crane smashed six or seven tiles in succession, and he didn't stop until his tiles could no longer disturb the ducks. He felt a little cold, but he didn't walk into the classroom with trepidation until he finished a class. When he got home at night, he said to his father, "I won't go to school." "Did someone bully you?" "Nobody bullied me." "Then why not go to school?" "I just don't want to go to school." "Nonsense!" Father patted the bald crane on the head. The bald crane looked at his father and bowed his head and cried. Father seems to suddenly understand something. He turned around and sat down on a stool in the dark, and then the bald head of the bald crane reflected the flickering light of the cigarette in his father's hand. The next day, my father didn't force the bald crane to go to school. He went to town and bought a few catties of ginger: someone taught him a secret recipe, saying that he rubbed his scalp with ginger, and his head grew out in 7749 days. He told the story to the crane, who sat on a stool and silently let his father rub a piece of ginger back and forth on his head. Father polished it carefully, just like a coppersmith who wanted to impress customers. The crane soon felt the burning sting, but he still sat still and let his father wipe it with ginger. When they saw the crane again, the crane was still a bald man, but the bald man had a kind of blood color, as if he had just drunk wine. I don't know if it's paper moon or Toona sinensis. The bald crane came into the classroom and smelled a good smell of ginger. He said softly, "There is a smell of ginger in the classroom." At that time, all the students in the class were there, so everyone sniffed together, only heard the sound of a gust of wind, and then said that it really smelled of ginger, so they sniffed each other again. As a result, it seems that everyone smells like ginger, and no one smells like ginger. The crane sat there motionless. When he felt that there might be one or more noses sniffing along the smell route, he said "I want to go to the toilet" and ran out of the classroom as soon as possible. He ran to the river, dug a handful of mud with his hand, wiped it on his head, and then washed it off with clear water. This was repeated several times until he thought he had completely washed away the ginger flavor before returning to the classroom. Forty-nine days have passed, and there is still no movement on the bald crane's head. When summer comes, when people try to take something off their bodies and heads, the bald crane appears in front of Yau Ma Tei people wearing a thin hat that his father specially bought from the city. Comment (89) | 334113-0141:43 Hina Senwei Meng Ai | Level 3 That's 1968. He sat on the roof and Yau Ma Tei Primary School jumped into his eyes for the first time. The white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind. The boy sang sang suddenly felt that he was going to cry, so he sobbed quietly. Tomorrow morning, a big wooden boat, before waking up in Yau Ma Tei, will take him and his home and leave here far away ── he will bid farewell to this golden straw house that accompanies him day and night forever ... A bald crane and Sang Sang are classmates from grade one to grade six. This bald crane should be called Lu He, but because he is a complete little bald man, the children in Yau Ma Tei call him Lu He. The small village where the white-headed crane is located is a small village where many maple trees are planted. Every autumn, maple trees are red and very charming. But in this village, there are many bald men. They walked bareheaded under such a beautiful maple tree, which attracted the teachers of Yau Ma Tei Primary School to stop and watch quietly. Those bald people are under the maple tree, slightly glowing with red light, and occasionally there are gaps when they meet maple leaves. When someone walks there, they will shine like tiles in the sand. Teachers who put their hands in their trouser pockets or cross their hands on their chests smile at people and don't know what it means. The crane has seen this kind of smile many times. But in Sang Sang's memory, the bald crane didn't seem to care about his baldness until he was in the third grade. This may be because he is not the only bald person in his village, or because the bald crane is too young to remember that he should care about whether he is bald or not. The crane has been living a happy life. If someone calls him a bald crane, he will happily agree, as if he was originally called a bald crane, not a land crane. The bald head of the crane is very authentic. He supported such a naked head with a long beautiful neck. This head has no scars and is so smooth. In the sun, this portrait is as bright as wax, which reminds his classmates of that night for no reason, and it will also be bright. Because of this baldness, children tend to be fascinated and have a desire to spit with their fingers. In fact, bald cranes often touch their heads. Later, the bald crane found that the children liked to touch his head. He attached great importance to his head and stopped touching it if he wanted to. If someone steals his head, he will immediately turn around and judge that he is weaker than him, so he will catch up and let that person eat a punch in the back; Seeing someone better than him, he will scold. Someone has to touch it, that's fine, but you have to pay the bald crane something: either a piece of candy or lend him an eraser or pencil for half a day. Sang Sang was hit twice with a broken ruler. At this time, the bald crane cleverly lowered its head and put it in front of Sang Sang. Sang Sang stretched out his hand to touch it, and the crane could count. "Once …" Sang Sang felt that the head of the crane was very smooth, just like touching a pebble washed by water for countless years by the river. When the bald crane was in the third grade, something happened. It seemed that one morning, he noticed his baldness. The bald crane's head can't be touched now. Whoever touches it, it is quick-sighted and desperate. If people call him bald crane again, he will not agree, and no one can exchange anything. Ding Si, the butcher in Yau Ma Tei, saw the bald crane's greedy eyes looking at the meat on his meat case, so he cut off a piece of meat weighing two pounds with a knife, poked a hole with the tip of the knife, put on a straw rope and held it high in front of the bald crane: "Let me touch your head, and this meat is yours." As he spoke, he was about to extend his greasy hand. The bald crane said, "Give me the meat first." Ding Si said, "I'll touch it first and then give it to you." The bald crane said, "No, give me the meat first." Ding Si waited at the door for some chatting people to come over and gave the meat to the bald crane. The bald crane looked at this piece of meat-it's really good meat! However, the crane slammed the door hard, threw the meat on the dusty road, and then ran away. Ding Si grabbed the butcher knife and chased it out. The crane ran for a while and then stopped running. He grabbed a brick from the ground and turned to gnash his teeth at Ding Si with a sharp knife. Ding Si didn't dare to take a step further, waved the knife twice in the air, said "little bald man" and turned to leave. The bald crane is no longer happy. It rained heavily that day, and the bald crane came to school without an umbrella. Although it rains, it is not dark, so the head of the crane is particularly bright in the silver rain curtain. Paper Moon and Toona sinensis, carrying a red oiled paper umbrella, flashed by the roadside and let the bald crane pass by. The crane felt it. The two girls' eyes were fixed on his head under the red oiled paper umbrella, and he walked past them. When he turned to look at them, he saw two girls covering their mouths with their hands and hiding their smiles. The bald crane walked to the school with his head down, but he didn't walk into the classroom, but walked into the bamboo forest by the river. Rain rustled on the bamboo leaves, and then dripped from a gap in his bald head. He touched his head with his hand and looked at the river with a depressed face. On the water, two or three chubby ducks swam around in the rain, looking very happy. The bald crane picked up a tile and smashed it, which made the ducks flap their wings and swim away. The bald crane smashed six or seven tiles in succession, and he didn't stop until his tiles could no longer disturb the ducks. He felt a little cold, but he didn't walk into the classroom with trepidation until he finished a class. When he got home at night, he said to his father, "I won't go to school." "Did someone bully you?" "Nobody bullied me." "Then why not go to school?" "I just don't want to go to school." "Nonsense!" Father patted the bald crane on the head. The bald crane looked at his father and bowed his head and cried. Father seems to suddenly understand something. He turned around and sat down on a stool in the dark, and then the bald head of the bald crane reflected the flickering light of the cigarette in his father's hand. The next day, my father didn't force the bald crane to go to school. He went to town and bought a few catties of ginger: someone taught him a secret recipe, saying that he rubbed his scalp with ginger, and his head grew out in 7749 days. He told the story to the crane, who sat on a stool and silently let his father rub a piece of ginger back and forth on his head. Father polished it carefully, just like a coppersmith who wanted to impress customers. The crane soon felt the burning sting, but he still sat still and let his father wipe it with ginger. When they saw the crane again, the crane was still a bald man, but the bald man had a kind of blood color, as if he had just drunk wine. I don't know if it's paper moon or Toona sinensis. The bald crane came into the classroom and smelled a good smell of ginger. He said softly, "There is a smell of ginger in the classroom." At that time, all the students in the class were there, so everyone sniffed together, only heard the sound of a gust of wind, and then said that it really smelled of ginger, so they sniffed each other again. As a result, it seems that everyone smells like ginger, and no one smells like ginger. The crane sat there motionless. When he felt that there might be one or more noses sniffing along the smell route, he said "I want to go to the toilet" and ran out of the classroom as soon as possible. He ran to the river, dug a handful of mud with his hand, wiped it on his head, and then washed it off with clear water. This was repeated several times until he thought he had completely washed away the ginger flavor before returning to the classroom. Forty-nine days have passed, and there is still no movement on the bald crane's head. When summer comes, when people try to take something off their bodies and heads, the bald crane appears in front of Yau Ma Tei people wearing a thin hat that his father specially bought from the city. Comment (5) |15062013-07-18 07: 05 liyike329 | level 5 It was a morning in 1968, the autumn wind was blowing gently, and the summer heat had gone. One/kloc- He sat on the roof and Yau Ma Tei Primary School jumped into his eyes for the first time. The white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind. The boy sang sang suddenly felt that he was going to cry, so he sobbed quietly. Tomorrow morning, a big wooden boat, before waking up in Yau Ma Tei, will take him and his home and leave here far away ── he will bid farewell to this golden straw house that accompanies him day and night forever ... A bald crane and Sang Sang are classmates from grade one to grade six. This bald crane should be called Lu He, but because he is a complete little bald man, the children in Yau Ma Tei call him Lu He. The small village where the white-headed crane is located is a small village where many maple trees are planted. Every autumn, maple trees are red and very charming. But in this village, there are many bald men. They walked bareheaded under such a beautiful maple tree, which attracted the teachers of Yau Ma Tei Primary School to stop and watch quietly. Those bald people are under the maple tree, slightly glowing with red light, and occasionally there are gaps when they meet maple leaves. When someone walks there, they will shine like tiles in the sand. Teachers who put their hands in their trouser pockets or cross their hands on their chests smile at people and don't know what it means. The crane has seen this kind of smile many times. But in Sang Sang's memory, the bald crane didn't seem to care about his baldness until he was in the third grade. This may be because he is not the only bald person in his village, or because the crane is too young to remember whether he should care about his baldness. The crane has been living a happy life. If someone calls him a bald crane, he will happily agree, as if he was originally called a bald crane, not a land crane. The bald head of the crane is very authentic. He supported such a naked head with a long beautiful neck. This head has no scars and is so smooth. In the sun, this portrait is as bright as wax, which reminds his classmates of that night for no reason, and it will also be bright. Because of this baldness, children tend to be fascinated and have a desire to spit with their fingers. In fact, bald cranes often touch their heads. Later, the bald crane found that the children liked to touch his head. He attached great importance to his head and stopped touching it if he wanted to. If someone steals his head, he will immediately turn around and judge that he is weaker than him, so he will catch up and let that person eat a punch in the back; Seeing someone better than him, he will scold. Someone has to touch it, that's fine, but you have to pay the bald crane something: either a piece of candy or lend him an eraser or pencil for half a day. Sang Sang was hit twice with a broken ruler. At this time, the bald crane cleverly lowered its head and put it in front of Sang Sang. Sang Sang stretched out his hand to touch it, and the crane could count. "Once …" Sang Sang felt that the head of the crane was very smooth, just like touching a pebble washed by water for countless years by the river. When the bald crane was in the third grade, something happened. It seemed that one morning, he noticed his baldness. The bald crane's head can't be touched now. Whoever touches it, it is quick-sighted and desperate. If people call him bald crane again, he will not agree, and no one can exchange anything. Ding Si, the butcher in Yau Ma Tei, saw the bald crane's greedy eyes looking at the meat on his meat case, so he cut off a piece of meat weighing two pounds with a knife, poked a hole with the tip of the knife, put on a straw rope and held it high in front of the bald crane: "Let me touch your head, and this meat is yours." As he spoke, he was about to extend his greasy hand. The bald crane said, "Give me the meat first." Ding Si said, "I'll touch it first and then give it to you." The bald crane said, "No, give me the meat first." Ding Si waited at the door for some chatting people to come over and gave the meat to the bald crane. The bald crane looked at this piece of meat-it's really good meat! However, the crane slammed the door hard, threw the meat on the dusty road, and then ran away. Ding Si grabbed the butcher knife and chased it out. The crane ran for a while and then stopped running. He grabbed a brick from the ground and turned to gnash his teeth at Ding Si with a sharp knife. Ding Si didn't dare to take a step further, waved his knife in the air twice, said "little bald man" and turned around and left. The bald crane is no longer happy. It rained heavily that day, and the bald crane came to school without an umbrella. Although it rains, it is not dark, so the head of the crane is particularly bright in the silver rain curtain. Paper Moon and Toona sinensis, carrying a red oiled paper umbrella, flashed by the roadside and let the bald crane pass by. The crane felt it. The two girls' eyes were fixed on his head under the red oiled paper umbrella, and he walked past them. When he turned to look at them, he saw two girls covering their mouths with their hands and hiding their smiles. The bald crane walked to the school with his head down, but he didn't walk into the classroom, but walked into the bamboo forest by the river. Rain rustled on the bamboo leaves, and then dripped from a gap in his bald head. He touched his head with his hand and looked at the river with a depressed face. On the water, two or three chubby ducks swam around in the rain, looking very happy. The bald crane picked up a tile and smashed it, which made the ducks flap their wings and swim away. The bald crane smashed six or seven tiles in succession, and he didn't stop until his tiles could no longer disturb the ducks. He felt a little cold, but he didn't walk into the classroom with trepidation until he finished a class. When he got home at night, he said to his father, "I won't go to school." "Did someone bully you?" "Nobody bullied me." "Then why not go to school?" "I just don't want to go to school." "Nonsense!" Father patted the bald crane on the head. The bald crane looked at his father and bowed his head and cried. Father seems to suddenly understand something. He turned around and sat down on a stool in the dark, and then the bald head of the bald crane reflected the flickering light of the cigarette in his father's hand. The next day, my father didn't force the bald crane to go to school. He went to town and bought a few catties of ginger: someone taught him a secret recipe, saying that he rubbed his scalp with ginger, and his head grew out in 7749 days. He told the story to the crane, who sat on a stool and silently let his father rub a piece of ginger back and forth on his head. Father polished it carefully, just like a coppersmith who wanted to impress customers. The crane soon felt the burning sting, but he still sat still and let his father wipe it with ginger. When they saw the crane again, the crane was still a bald man, but the bald man had a kind of blood color, as if he had just drunk wine. I don't know if it's paper moon or Toona sinensis. The bald crane came into the classroom and smelled a good smell of ginger. He said softly, "There is a smell of ginger in the classroom." At that time, all the students in the class were there, so everyone sniffed together, only heard the sound of a gust of wind, and then said that it really smelled of ginger, so they sniffed each other again. As a result, it seems that everyone smells like ginger, and no one smells like ginger. The crane sat there motionless. When he felt that there might be one or more noses sniffing along the smell route, he said "I want to go to the toilet" and ran out of the classroom as soon as possible. He ran to the river, dug a handful of mud with his hand, wiped it on his head, and then washed it off with clear water. This was repeated several times until he thought he had completely washed away the ginger flavor before returning to the classroom. Forty-nine days have passed, and there is still no movement on the bald crane's head. When summer comes, when people try to take something off their bodies and heads, the bald crane appears in front of Yau Ma Tei people wearing a thin hat that his father specially bought from the city. Comments (1)|967 Report | 20 1 3-02-2 1 09: 01Blade of the Immortal 08 | 4 Level I Chapter I Crane (1) Chapter I Crane (/kloc) But because he is an out-and-out baldy and a kid in Yau Ma Tei, everyone calls him bald crane. The small village where the white-headed crane is located is a small village where many maple trees are planted. Every autumn, maple trees are red and attractive. But in this village, there are many bald men. They walked bareheaded under such a beautiful maple tree, which attracted the teachers of Yau Ma Tei Primary School to stop and watch quietly. The bald men were glowing red under the maple tree. Maple leaves are dense, and when there is a gap occasionally, someone will walk by and shine like porcelain in the sand. The teachers with their hands in their pockets or with their hands crossed on their chests looked at them and smiled, not knowing what it meant. The crane has seen this kind of smile many times. But in Sang Sang's memory, the bald crane didn't seem to care about his baldness until he was in the third grade. This may be because he is not the only bald person in his village, or because the crane is too young to remember whether he should care about his baldness. The crane has been living happily. Someone called him bald crane, and he would readily agree, as if his name was bald crane, not land crane. The bald head of the crane is very authentic. He supported such a naked head with a long beautiful neck. There is no scar on this head, and it is so smooth. In the sun, this portrait glows like wax, reminding his classmates for no reason that it will glow at night. Because of this baldness, children tend to be fascinated and have a desire to spit with their fingers. In fact, bald cranes often touch their heads. Later, the bald crane found that the children liked to touch his head. He attached great importance to his head and stopped touching it if he wanted to. If someone steals his head, he will immediately turn around and judge that he is weaker than him, so he will catch up and let that person eat a punch in the back; Seeing someone better than him, he will scold. Someone has to touch it, that's fine, but you have to pay the bald crane something: either a piece of candy or lend him an eraser or pencil for half a day. Sang Sang was hit twice with a broken ruler. At this time, the bald crane cleverly lowered its head and put it in front of Sang Sang. When Sang Sang reached out and touched it, the crane would count, "Once …" Sang Sang felt that the head of the crane was very smooth, just like touching a pebble washed by water for countless years by the river. When the bald crane was in the third grade, something happened. It seemed that one morning, he noticed his baldness. The bald crane's head is touching now. Whoever touches it will be anxious and desperate. People call him bald crane again, and he no longer agrees. In addition, no one can exchange anything for moving. Ding Si, the butcher in Yau Ma Tei, saw the bald crane's greedy eyes looking at the meat on his meat case, so he cut off a piece of meat weighing two pounds with a knife, poked a hole with the tip of the knife, put on a straw rope and held it high in front of the bald crane: "Let me touch your head, and this meat is yours." As he spoke, he held out his greasy hand. The bald crane said, "You give me the meat first." Ding Si said, "Let me touch it first, and then give you the meat." The bald crane said, "No, give me the meat first." Ding Si waited at the door for some chatting people to come over and gave the meat to the bald crane. The bald crane looked at this piece of meat-it's really good meat! However, the crane slammed the door hard, threw the meat on the dusty road, and then ran away. Ding Si grabbed the butcher knife and chased it out. The crane ran for a while and then stopped running. He grabbed a brick from the ground and turned to gnash his teeth at Ding Si with a sharp knife. Ding Si didn't dare to take a step further, shook the knife twice in the air, said "little bald head" and turned to leave. The bald crane is no longer happy. It rained heavily that day, and the bald crane came to school without an umbrella. Although it is raining, it is not dark. Therefore, in the silver rain curtain, the head of the crane is particularly bright. Paper Moon and Toona sinensis, carrying a red oiled paper umbrella, flashed by the roadside and let the bald crane pass by. The bald crane felt it, and the eyes of the two girls were staring at his head under the red oil paper umbrella. He walked past them. When he turned to look at them, he saw two girls covering their mouths with their hands and hiding their smiles. The bald crane walked to school with his head down. But instead of going into the classroom, he went into the bamboo forest by the river. Rain rustled on the bamboo leaves, and then dripped from a gap in his bald head. He touched his head with his hand and looked at the river with a depressed face. On the water, two or three chubby ducks swam around in the rain, looking very happy. The bald crane picked up a tile and smashed it, which made the ducks flap their wings and swim away. The bald crane smashed six or seven tiles in succession, and he didn't stop until his tiles could no longer disturb the ducks. He felt a little cold, but he didn't walk into the classroom with trepidation until he finished a class. When he got home at night, he said to his father, "I won't go to school." "Did someone bully you?" "Nobody bullied me." "Then why not go to school?" "I just don't want to go to school." "Nonsense!" Father patted the bald crane on the head. The bald crane looked at his father and bowed his head and cried. Answer:
Father seems to suddenly understand something. He turned and sat down on a stool in the dark. Immediately, the bald head of the bald crane reflected the flickering light of cigarettes in his father's hand. Answer:
The next day, my father didn't force the bald crane to go to school. He went to town to buy a few catties of ginger: someone taught him a secret recipe, saying that it would take 7749 days to grow hair by rubbing his scalp with ginger. He told the bald crane about it. The bald crane sat on a stool and silently let his father rub a piece of ginger back and forth on his head. Father polished it carefully, like a coppersmith who wanted to impress customers, polishing one of his bronzes. The crane soon felt a burning sting. But the crane sat still and asked his father to rub it with ginger. When they saw the crane again, the crane was still a bald man, but the bald man had a kind of blood color, as if he had just drunk wine. I don't know if it's paper moon or Toona sinensis. The bald crane came into the classroom and smelled a good smell of ginger. He said softly, "There is a smell of ginger in the classroom." At that time, the whole class was there, and everyone sniffed together and only heard a breath. Immediately, they all said that they did have ginger flavor. So they smelled each other again, and it seemed that everyone smelled of ginger, and no one smelled of ginger.