Young and good at reading (36) Compared with Hong Kong and Taiwan, the inland is mostly the lyrics of shouting slogans, which are very empty

Our squadron leader seems to be a bit like Zhu Wenjuan in "The Girl in Red".

However, Zhu Wenjuan is a girl, and she pays attention to small things like many girls. Squadron leaders are different. In the eyes of some people, he is often open-minded and humorous. He was giggling with his classmates, talking and laughing. He speaks with a spoken word like many boys. Sometimes a few foul words pop up. All this made his classmates feel good about him, especially some female classmates.

But who would have thought that the jokes in the usual careless conversation would become the material he reported to the teacher afterwards. And he had said it irresponsibly at the time. He does come out to manage at critical times, but he is not out of the responsibility of a cadre, but to show something to his classmates or teachers. Moreover, some of his wittyness and so-called amusement are not naturally revealed from the heart.

I still don't understand that there are so many students who think he is capable of work and admire him very much, including those who are very capable. They had actually surpassed him, but still said it. I don't know if it's true. I don't remember what activities he organized or what specific work he did for the class. But there was one task that was his, and that was the final honor.

Of course, I'm not jealous of him. I don't want to argue with him for anything. I'm just a little uncomfortable with him, his inconsistent words and deeds. But in some ways, I admire him. Study hard, be conscientious, achieve excellent results, and develop comprehensively.

Despite his shortcomings, he was a competent squadron leader. He can take the initiative to manage it, regardless of the dissatisfaction of individuals. Actually, it's just because he's in good condition, he's a boy.

I am indeed a capricious person. This has hurt the hearts of many former classmates. I hate this habit myself. But from elementary school to now, I have not changed it, but it has become more and more serious.

I don't have a fixed point of view of my own, and I am always greatly influenced by various aspects. Sometimes, two days of seeing the same thing very differently, going from one extreme to the other. One of the favorite things will instantly become the most annoying. The same is true for people. In the past, I hated it to the bone, but now I love it to the bone. In the past, people were given blank eyes, but now they take the initiative to give people a smile. The cause of these great changes is nothing more than a small thing, a phrase, an action, or even a little change in expression.

This kind of capriciousness also led to my different thoughts, confusion, and instability. As a result, mistakes will be made and deviations will be made. I don't know how to fix this bad thing. As things stand, real change will not be possible. For my thoughts are indeed my true thoughts. No matter how sudden, or even untrustworthy, it may be. It is impossible to change one's own thinking.

This shows that I am ignorant and ridiculous. I don't understand that I can be so calm, and there is still some depth in dissecting myself and other things, indicating that I am maturing. But in reality, I was behaving worse than I thought. I knew it wasn't right, but I had to think about it. Because my actions were determined by the thinking of my brain at the time.

I'm a man who has done it knowingly. No, not intentionally, not consciously. But what the hell is that?

"Beat 72" is an interesting tape. It strings together 72 Popular Songs from China and Foreign Hong Kong and Taiwan, which is chic and rich. Another taste is in mind.

The singer of these songs is a female voice whose name I do not yet know. I don't know if I should call it a soprano or a mezzo-soprano. Her voice is soft and rigid, very charming. Coupled with a strong sense of rhythm, it is very full and full. It's hard to hear. The jumping disco, the soft and affectionate singing, always accompanied my life, even before falling asleep, always ringing in my ears, accompanying me into sleep.

These 72 songs, singing as if there is only one thing, is also a word "love". Mother-daughter love, father-son love, friendship between friends, love between lovers. Both the lyrics and the composition are so emotional and touching. The songwriting on our continent also has a good one. In particular, the tune is really beautiful. However, for some reason, those lyrics are always like shouting slogans and making great senses. Empty and tasteless. Compared to some Hong Kong and Taiwan songs, it is somewhat inferior. Take these 72 songs, for example, different loves have different feelings, different psychology and feelings. The lyrics are delicate, profound, and very sincere. Some words are almost the same words that I have said in my heart many times. Some are things I want to express but are difficult to express, and I want to say but can't say. The singers of the tapes also felt the emotions and expressed the meaning of the different songs beautifully. Those who write songs have feelings, and those who sing songs also have feelings, so those who listen to songs are emotional. Emotions cannot be imitated, and our art must come from the heart of our artists.

Some of these songs may be yellow and forbidden. But I don't understand that it is incomprehensible that such a wonderful thing should be excluded.

I can't remember any school meeting since I was in middle school that was more successful than today's, or I can't remember which time the applause was warmer than this one. Behind this quiet venue is a solemn and solemn atmosphere. In the depths of that face, which is either agitated or contemplative, is a reverential heart that is stirring with excitement.

When it comes to school meetings, I always feel bored, so I took a diary and prepared to write something else. Even if I think about it, this is the patriotic education that shook my soul this time. I couldn't resist writing, but I didn't know what to write. The impassioned words of the soldiers on the front lines made my tasteless stuff even more backward. I barely had the courage to write, not even the courage to speak. I sincerely felt such a small, pitiful me, a vulgar, backward me. Just now, I didn't know how to dispel the clouds in my heart, but now, I felt that not only the clouds, but everything on my body had been brightened again, shiny, alive, and had the strength to struggle. I felt infinitely satisfied. I had almost everything, something I had that I hadn't even thought about before. I'm so proud of the hope and motivation I've generated from this!

I seem to be living more and more innocently. I used to scoff at patriotic education, even though it was just as touching as it is today. But now it's different, I'm more gullible and more excited than ever. Credulity is not a derogatory term, and I can distinguish between bad things. In fact, this is also progress, ideological progress. Past performance is really what it is. And now, it's a sign of a step forward. Changes in thinking are also their own efforts. In the past, I didn't believe it, and that was because I hadn't come to that point, I hadn't experienced so much, I didn't feel empathy and empathy. Now I'm going through things I didn't experience before, as I get older.

What I didn't understand before, I now understand. What I didn't believe before, I believe now. So, I get excited more often than before. Because I understand a lot. Sometimes a simple word, an ordinary word, I cheer for it, and thus greatly praise the person who said it or wrote it. In the few letters I read at today's meeting, I heard so many words that could make me excited, I really want to applaud every word, no, it is a salute, it is a noble salute! It turns out that I hate people saying "bold words" the most, but today I know what is the real bold words, that is people's heartfelt emotions, is the gushing blood, is the passion expressed, is a sincere heart! I know they are not shouting slogans for the sake of shouting slogans. With understanding, there is also trust. I saw the real soul in the slogans that some people shouted all day but this time came from the mouths of the soldiers on the front line!

Looking through my previous compositions that day, I didn't expect that I had written them so well in the past, and there were many words that I couldn't write now. So have I learned in vain in the past two years? No, absolutely not. I found the reason. In the past, those things were only transplanted from books and from life to paper, without being watered by my inner rain and dew, but only staying in my brain for a moment. Now, though it is the same word, it is particularly sweet because it is the fruit of the cultivation of the mind and the mind, and its twin sister is so dull and tasteless. However, writing also needs to go through the brain and write with all your heart to succeed.

For some reason, probably because I love to imagine, no matter what happens to me, I will always use an image to depict it. A number can become a teenage girl. At this time, the image in my mind is a white and bright thing rising from below, rising higher and higher, shining on everything, is that not my heart? It seems to be my spiritual realm. Yes, they are, the synthesis of all that is rising in my body. Ah, it's so white!

(To be continued)