Students, we can compare life to many things. For example, life is like a road.
I yawned and began my reverie: If life is a road, am I also walking on the so-called road of life? Thinking of this, I touched my mouth and sneered at my boring thoughts ―― I was wandering, not walking on the road of life.
Wandering, wandering aimlessly, feels like walking in the vast wilderness for a long time, only to find that I have lost my way and don't know the direction. But because I left the starting point for too long, I looked around and saw nothing.
Now the students think about this parody by themselves, and I will ask questions later.
Looking at the muddy sunshine outside the window, I moved lazily and left the table inch by inch. Suddenly feel like a failure. Although my study is good, it seems to be a shackle and a big net, which makes people feel suffocated. I am still wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to stay or where to end. I don't know when I will fall behind others. Actually, I did my best. I looked the teachers in the eyes and smiled. In fact, I can only smile helplessly.
Jing, what is your parody?
The picture that appeared in my mind for thousands of times once again appeared in front of me, and there were thousands of troops. Oh, no, thousands of puppets, under the control of thousands of thin lines, squeezed into the wooden bridge in front. Some people push past, some people fall into the water, the past can only pass, and those who fall into the water can only fall into the water. I have no choice. Because they have no self-control ability, they can only change their movements and demeanor mechanically, numbly, dully and unconsciously with the influence of lines.
Jing, have you thought it over? The teacher raised that angry and sour voice and brought me back to reality from that painting.
Life is like a puppet, dominated by others. I said casually with an indifferent expression.
Oh, sit down. That's not a good metaphor.
I sat down, crossed my legs and continued my reverie. I like to call my mental activity of constant thinking daydream, while teachers call it heartless thinking.
Does she know the deep gloom and sadness behind the life metaphor like a puppet?
Puppets don't know what they care about, so they have the arrogance of not caring about anything.
Because I hate passivity, I have the indifference of rejecting everything.
Pretending to be arrogant and indifferent ―― comforting yourself is also deceiving yourself.
Yes, arrogant and indifferent, write your arrogant and indifferent heart on your arrogant and indifferent face, and walk proudly and indifferently in the arrogant and indifferent world. This is the real life of a puppet. It feels like blues, the sad music of black people, which despises all loneliness and is the strongest and most fragile.
The light on the table moved to the wall, and compared with the pale wall, it actually showed great vitality, as if breaking through all the unruly in the long fog, as if enduring and struggling.