Happy passage: Students always pick flowers in school and are seen by the principal one day

Students always pick flowers in the school, and one day they are seen by the principal and are extremely angry. The principal called the whole school to a meeting in the lobby and said, "The flowers of the school are taken to see, not picked." If you pick one and I pick one, how many will I have to pick! Suddenly a weak voice came from the corner, "Two flowers." ”



After returning from a part-time job in Da Liu Cheng, he said to Xiaofeng, who was a green plum bamboo horse, "Modern technology is really incredible, it is said that everything on the ground can be clearly seen from the artificial satellite." Xiao Feng blushed shyly and said, "Then I will never hold hands with you again!"

Pour water for your son in the morning: You see, this cup is hot water, that cup is cold water, you can't drink it. Pour two glasses of water together to neutralize them, turn them into warm water and drink them. Before going to bed at night, I complained: Now this weather, the thick quilt is a little hot, and the thin quilt is a little cold... The son immediately said: I know! That night, I covered the thick quilt and the thin quilt so that it was just right to neutralize it!

The newly appointed county commander asked the old official who was about to be transferred: "Dude, do you have any secrets to pass on to me?" The old official said, "There are not many tricks." In the first year after you take office, you must be diligent and innocent and have a good reputation; in the second year, make a little fuss and make some silver, so as not to attract the attention of others; in the third year, you must make as much silver as you want. Because you have a good reputation for the first two years, no one will doubt you. The new official listened and shook his head repeatedly: "The box containing silver and the pocket where the money is put, I prepared it three years ago." How can we wait another three years? ”

The six-year-old son finished kindergarten and should go to elementary school, but he has been slow to report to school. The mother patiently explained to her son that the law stipulates that children must go to school when they reach the age of six, and nine years of compulsory education until the age of fifteen. Finally, my son finally sat down at the school desk and said to his mother with tears in his eyes: When I am fifteen years old, will you remember to pick me up?