A woman who teaches very seriously and severely. She seldom gives us lessons, and she doesn't go back to the office herself, even at lunch time.
Suddenly, she could not bear to leave us. When we have lunch quietly, we have to listen to the teacher's habitual scolding.
People.
I am the one who is often named and scolded. There are only two composition classes a week, which is my quiet time. Maybe it's the teacher
I really appreciate my composition. She often forgets all kinds of disgusting names when she scolds me. As soon as she has a composition class, she will
Will say: "San Mao, write quickly, stand up and recite when you are finished."
One day, the teacher gave us an essay topic that will be given every semester, telling us to make good use of it and saying, "Work hard."
It is easy to write if you have an ideal. "
When everyone has finished writing, there is still plenty of time for class. The teacher sat on the desk on the right side of the classroom, lowering his head to correct the test paper, which was very nice.
Say, "San Mao, stand up and read your composition."
I read aloud with a book.
"My wish-
When I grow up one day, I hope to be a scavenger, because this profession can not only breathe fresh air,
At the same time, you can wander and play in the street, play while working, and be as free and happy as a bird in the sky. more important
What's more, people often unconsciously throw away many good things that can still be used as garbage, and garbage collectors are the happiest.
It's time to dig up these dusty good things, which ... "
At this point, the teacher casually threw an eraser and hit the classmate sitting next to me. I was scared and put down my book.
No more reading, just waiting to be punished.
"What article! You ... "The teacher shout at top of voice. I'm used to her moody temperament, but I'm writing.
You don't often lose your temper with me in class.
"scribble! Graffiti! What a garbage collector! In the future, you will have to pick up rubbish. There is no need to read books now. Just get out, okay?
Be worthy of your parents. "The teacher praised again.
"rewrite! Other students can finish class. " She glared at me and went out. So, I wrote again:
"One day when I grow up, I want to be a vendor selling popsicles in summer and baking sweet potatoes in winter, because of this profession.
Not only can you breathe fresh air, but you can also wander and play in the street. More importantly, you can do business at the same time.
By the way, see if there are any good things discarded in the trash can along the street. This ... "
The second time I handed in my composition, the teacher made a big red cross. Of course, I threw it down and called it rewriting. As a result, I had to scribble:
I want to be a doctor when I grow up and save all the people in the world. The teacher was very moved, gave a nail and said, "That's it."
It is an ideal that lives up to parents' expectations. "
What my lovely teacher doesn't know is that the eraser she lost and the punishment she rewrote twice have not changed.
Mourn the strong belief in my heart. Over the years, although I didn't really take scavenging as my profession, I grew up picking up garbage.
Yes, the more you learn, the more professional you become. This habit is so ingrained that no punishment can change me. What nonsense are you talking about saving the world?
Everyone's wishes are saved back to the teachers.
Speaking of it, the children of our time can be said to be a group of children without ready-made toys. When the leaves are folded, they will serve as whistles.
Son, break the brush and turn some soap into bubbles all over the sky, five pebbles play chess, a hopscotch on the chalk floor and a thin bamboo tube.
Sew it into a piggy bank, draw a villain's face on your finger, sing a puppet show around a handkerchief, and tie chopsticks with rubber bands as your hands.
Guns ... so many crazy children's tricks are free. More specifically, they are all picked up on foot after school.
Yes
The first toy I made was naturally picked up on the ground. This is an arc-shaped branch that runs like an iron ring.
While chasing the runner in front, whoever hits the branch will die. This toy is obviously just a branch, but I like it better.
I call it "point man-machine", and when I was three years old, I laid the foundation for future scavenging.
Scavengers' eyesight was certainly not developed in a day, nor did they have to study or work, as the teacher said.
Crispy skin can get out of school. When I was a child, I liked to look around, especially when I was a pupil. After school, please go with your schoolbag on your back first.
When my fast classmates sent them home to my mother, I wandered slowly in the field path alone, and there were always unspeakable treasures along the way.
Zang can pick it up and play.
Sometimes it's a marble, sometimes it's a big pin, sometimes it's a dog's tooth, or it may be a beautiful empty fragrance.
The water bottle may be a small ball. When you are lucky, you can still pick up a dime.
The road after school is the best way to pick up garbage, and it is best to walk there instead of a group of people jumping around to pick it up alone.
The result is always much better than a lot of people together.
Once you get into the habit of picking things up, you don't have to watch them go underground at all, so you know that those are desirable.
Yes, I don't need to pay attention to that. I have always been deeply ignorant of this knowledge in my childhood.
When I was a girl, I fell madly in love with all wooden things. At that time, my eyes lit up because I read some good books.
I have also made progress. Although books are not made of wood, my brain has a chemical effect because of eating these books. so-called
The thing of "style" is slowly being able to distinguish and understand.
When I was thirteen years old, I saw someone else saw a tree, and the cut trunk was left on the side of the road. I looked at the big dead branch carefully, and the more I looked, the more I saw it.
The more congenial I am, no matter what people in the street think of me, I took it for a long time before I came home. The baby is like a work of art.
I love it with all my heart in my room.
Later, I found Abassin sitting on a good piece of wood in the yard washing clothes. I found this beautiful thing.
I got up and looked at it quietly. It is really dusty. This is exactly the same as the face statue erected on Easter Island, but that's all.
A little dull. I changed this piece of wood and moved a hollow brick for Abassin to sit on. She took it because of me.
Her chair is angry, too.
Before I left home, my parents' home was full of all the things I found outside and all the good things. while
At that time, my parents repeatedly promised that even if I moved, I would not throw away the garbage I regarded as second life.
When my discerning friends saw my studio, they were full of praise, and relatives came to see it, which was straightforward.
Say, "Oh, your room is fake!" " "This sentence always makes me a little discouraged. For some people, things are different.
When people's rules are used, they are called false.
Although I was born as a "war child" at the end of the Anti-Japanese War, I have always been well fed and clothed under the care of my parents.
I don't know what it's like to lack material.
Of the four children in my family, only I am the second child, and I have a quirk of picking up garbage. My father often teaches me to spend money.
Only by consumption can the social economy prosper. Don't hide a rag like an old woman for decades. I have heard these truths since I was a child.
Big ones, but when I see things that can be used, I can't help but pick them up, pick them up and wash them, and see them in my hand.
Resurrection is really a happy game.
I have been living in the dormitory for international students since I left my parents. At that time, I didn't feel like a refuge psychologically, but I did in my life.
I haven't picked up anything for years. Homeless people really don't need to remind themselves often, just look at the empty desks and chairs.
This formulaic room is not a home.
After reading too many dead books, my brain is not flexible and my heart is covered with dust, but I can't find a way to save myself.
It's a pity to spend the most precious youth on textbooks.
After I stopped going to school, I once shared an apartment with three other single girls. I was in the city at that time, although there was no land.
Fang went to pick up things, but I put away the old clothes, sweaters and even magazines lost by my friends who lived with me. At night.
When chatting, these wastes, under my modification, became dolls, aprons and bikinis.
At that time, when I saw that I had conjured such beautiful magic, the old dream of the scavenger once came to my eyes clearly, which was equal to
I found a life that has not completely withered, and that kind of mood is very touching.
Up to that time, garbage collection has never stopped in my life, but it is just a hobby, not a necessity.
I never thought about the job I had to rely on. If one day, the whole family depends on everything that others throw away.
What a wonderful taste it would be to recombine wood.
When I realized the truly incomparable mystery and wonder of scavenging, it had been used by me in a desert town in the Sahara desert.
The result of rummaging through garbage outside has paved the most beautiful home in the world, which is a surprise caused by two years.
Track.
The garbage dump in the eyes of scavengers is the most charming garden in the world. In the past, the primary school teacher once said, "Go and pick up junk, now."
You can go out now and you don't have to study any more! "She's only half right. Schools can be spread out, but books can't be ignored.
Yes Although garbage is all the same garbage, it will be different because of the experience and artistic accomplishment of the people facing it.
Reaction and reward.
The strangest thing in my scavenging career was in the desert. This land seems to be empty, but in fact, it contains many people.
Of course, some stone axes, knives and trilobites I have collected at present are all treasures from there.
Even weirder, in the desert in the early morning, Jose and I picked up more than 100 arm-long French bread and held it in our hands.
It's hot in the kitchen, but crisp outside and soft inside. It was just baked, and it didn't explain why they were lying in the wilderness.
We can't eat so much bread, and the whole construction site will share it. I haven't heard of anyone dying.
On another occasion, the Spanish had already started to retreat in the desert, also in the wilderness, and lost a truck with hundreds of boxes of French three.
Star brandy, we brought a big box back, it's useless. I left it at home and left.
When I was in the desert, for the first time in my life, I lost something and asked someone else to pick it up. That really hurt me.
When we settled on the present island, there was also a garbage dump near our home, where people would build houses.
Materials, old clothes, shoes, furniture, radios, televisions, wooden boxes, flowers, and books are countless and inseparable.
Throw it away.
There is no rotten food in this garbage dump, and the cleaning team in the town comes to collect kitchen waste every day, but the items and coarse materials that are not used at home.
Heavy materials were discarded at the end of this residential area.
It was also in this big garbage dump that I met the only scavenger in my life.
This man is the son of my neighbor, Mr. and Mrs. Gray. He used to be a teacher in a primary school in Zurich, but later he was so fond of it.
After a period of free life as a scavenger, I resolutely gave up my teaching position and now live on the money I got from picking up second-hand goods and reselling them. Now he lives with his parents.
He was a frequent visitor to our family during his vacation at home. According to him, the income of scavengers is not worse than that of a primary school teacher.
It all depends on personal interests. I think that's his choice, and outsiders are not qualified to comment on this matter.
My primary school teacher angered me because I was determined to scavenge, but I didn't know the first major I met when I grew up.
Interestingly, the street sweeper was changed by a primary school teacher.
This major, like me, has a hobby of picking up garbage, which is higher than my skill. Often, we start to slow down in the garbage together.
After a leisurely walk, he found nothing, but he carried out a carved wooden door to send Jose, such a beautiful east.
It's really hard to understand why others throw it away.
Shortly after a friend of mine who was a scavenger returned to Switzerland, his other brother drove across Europe and then took a boat to Canary.
Island. This time, my friend Tito brought a genuine wooden trailer from an old Swiss village, filled with milk, three points.
This car is so long that everything can be turned with wheels and handles. It was really tied to the roof of the car and came across the sea.
Dream on. I was so surprised that I couldn't believe my eyes. Then, a light green hardcover cover with old English letters was inserted.
William Tell, a story book with exquisite pen line drawing, was gently put in my hand again. Look at the version, it turned out to be 1920.
Years old.
These two precious and extraordinary things made us happy for a long time. In return, we entrusted Spain with a past.
A copper basin for holding water when a person washes his face, a black iron frame inlaid with flowers, a mill for grinding coffee beans painted with coarse painted pottery, and another one.
An ancient Spanish embroidered shawl with a hole in it was mended by my clever embroidery. Of course, these one-on-one gifts
Everything is a fine product that both of us found in the garbage.
Scavengers don't have to pick it up on land, there is a world in the sea. Jose dug up a Phoenician pottery pot in the sea, a solid shell, boat lights, boat windows, compasses and big chains in the18th century, and recently found a man at the bottom of the water.
The gold ring used is engraved with 1947, and the name has been worn out. Things on the bottom of the sea, because they are western pottery pots.
Spanish property belongs to the museum in Cadiz, and the rest is used to decorate rooms, only gold rings, because
I don't know whose the past belongs to, but I always feel uncomfortable reading it, as if the soul of its owner is still attached to it.
There are also times when we pick up rubbish and lose money, and we all misjudge what we have picked up.
Once I saw a huge wooden box on the road, the size of a room. At that time, I immediately thought that I could put it.
In the backyard, sawing doors and windows, really using it as a guest room.
As a result, I paid for the truck and four workers The big box arrived, but the small door in the garden couldn't get in. I took the initiative.
If you want to throw this monster away again, the police won't stay behind the truck. If I lose it, he will write a ticket and go around.
I don't know how many turns, but I slipped out of the car and escaped. Leave the problem to the truck driver. When I got up the next morning, the big box was incredibly big.
Block the door. When I was solving that big event, I seemed determined not to see anything on the road.
A while ago, Jose took me to visit my friends in the mountains. There are many farmers along the way, and their garbage is put in small places.
In a wooden box.
On the way back, I said to Jose, "Turn ahead and stop under the big tree."
When the bus stopped, I walked leisurely and held out three beautiful ferns in someone else's trash can.
This is my life and happiness.
The pleasure of scavenging is more attractive than the practical pleasure of getting something for nothing. It is always unknown.
The next minute, no one knows what good things can be found. This is an endless question, with no answer and no future.
The mystery of the ending.
One day when I am old, I will start to make a book. In this book, I found it when I was a child, and I have been there ever since.
The old man will write it down, and then I will wrap it up and throw it in the garbage. If one day, another person finds it.
I bought this book, treasured it, and began to pick up garbage at the same time. Then, someone always inherits this lifelong dream of picking up garbage.
If this continues, the garbage will know how happy it is.