Chili Boy – Takeaway is not tasty

I like the chili boy, it's like a dry summer, when we wear clean blue school uniforms, light blue like sky blue, that's our other home, home is smiling, you respect me, we love you. "Hello teacher!" We used to shout there, and when we saw the class teacher, we would be like little quails, "Old, old, good teacher!" The teacher looked at us lightly and lightly, and then nodded his head and smiled sideways, like a harmonious spring breeze. Summer is so gentle, it's early summer, when school just starts – September!

Our life will have a lot of chili peppers, light and thick, and now it is not spicy, but learning should be spicy, not bitter or hard, there is fun you have to go hard to insist, but we should know that learning is not for profit, love, love, money, fame, and even some dreams will make us lose our nature, do not greedy, do not harm people, do not be selfish, those are the actions of villains, people can not be vulgar, vulgar can not eat the real mellow taste of chili peppers, those takeaways are a culture, some culture is not delicious.

Our chili boy, in the past, was sour and spicy meat, was mapo tofu, was boiled beef, as well as sauerkraut, barbecue (BBQ), and garden activities, we lost our games in order to punish some students, those male teachers would laugh loud, we would follow the smirk, female classmates and female teachers would secretly cover their mouths, saying that we stupid boys...

Now when we eat chili peppers, we will think of those who used to be, we are now porters, drivers, ordinary people, we think of these past, the heart will be wet, like the streets after the rain, dripping green leaves, hanging in front of our eyes, hanging in front of the open screens of the four square world, but some outside, some hidden inside, just like peppers, spicy taste is outside, happiness is deeply hidden in our hearts. At that time, we will inadvertently find some small saplings growing, and those little lives are slowly growing around us, like our tenacious vitality, like the sun, simple and pure, will dry our stinky clothes, and then the silly boys we grow up will put on our sun-dried clothes and go to work happily, "Wife, I went to work!" ”

Just like that side head nodded and smiled, like a spring breeze, thank you, guardian!