Readers (first stage: meeting)

Excerpts from Lao She's Zongyue

When I was a child, I was weak because my family was poor. I didn't enter school until I was nine years old. Because my family is poor and weak, my mother sometimes wants me to go to school, and she is afraid that I will be bullied by others and can't afford the tuition, so I still don't know a word until I am nine years old. Perhaps, I will never have a chance to study.

Because my mother knows the importance of reading, but the tuition fee of three or four times a month really embarrassed her.

My mother loves me very much, but if I can be an apprentice, or sell cherries along the street with a basket and earn hundreds of dollars a day, she may not object resolutely. Poverty is more powerful than love.

One day, Uncle Liu came by chance. I say "by chance" because he doesn't often come to see us.

He is a very rich man. Although there is no distinction between rich and poor in his heart, his wealth keeps him busy all day and has little time to visit his poor friends. On entering the door, he saw me. "How old is this child? Did you go to school? " He asked my mother. His voice is so loud, his clothes are so gorgeous, his eyes are so bright, and his face and hands are white and fat. I think I have probably committed some crime.

Our hut, broken tables, broken stools and heatable adobe sleeping platform can hardly resist the vibration of his voice. As soon as my mother answered, Uncle Liu immediately decided, "I'll come tomorrow morning and take him to school to learn money and books. You don't have to worry about elder sister!" How high my heart is beating! Who knows what school is all about!

The next day, I followed the rich man to school like a disgraced puppy. The school is an improved private school, in a Taoist temple more than half a mile away from my home. The temple is not very big, but it is full of various smells. The students are all sitting facing the west, one * * *, thirty people. There is a blackboard in the west wall-this is an "improved" private school.

The teacher, surnamed Li, is a very old-fashioned and caring middle-aged man. Uncle Liu and Teacher Li "roared" and then taught me to worship saints and teachers. The teacher gave me a copy of Rhyme of the Earth and a copy of Amethyst. So I became a student.

Bob Dylan's The Answer Drives in the Wind

Readers: Chai, Li Xuefeng, Wei.

How many roads does a person have to walk?

Be called a real man

How many oceans does a white dove fly over?

Sleep on the sand dunes.

How many times do shells fly through the sky?

Be banned forever

Answer: My friend is flying in the wind.

It flutters in the wind.

How many years can a mountain stand?

Was washed into the sea.