This is a very common name. She just graduated from the normal school that year. She is in her early twenties. She dresses in fashion, with long hair waist-high. She wore tight jeans and a bright red shirt, drawing soft lines. She often wears shiny boots on her feet. She usually wears big sunglasses and smells like perfume. Walking on campus attracted male teachers and students to look back at her.

She is unfamiliar in class and not skilled in business. Because she just graduated, she often wipes her mouth and smiles when she speaks. I guess she was nervous and thought she had done something wrong. If she accidentally makes a noise in the self-study class, she will blush and say sorry to everyone in a low voice.

This is beyond the imagination of other teachers in our township middle schools. Teachers in rural areas are adhering to the principle of strict teacher and excellent apprentice, slapping and kicking the ball at every turn, and some teachers even prepare battens.

I sat in the first row. During that time, I took her class, but my math scores rarely dropped.

Because of the secretion of puberty hormones.

Life is a magical existence. I have always been a well-behaved student. I don't fall in love, watch porn, watch porn, don't care, even my foreskin hasn't completely fallen off. I only learned a few dirty words from the old bachelor who herded sheep in the village, and I forgot many of them.

So harmlessly into adolescence, but involuntarily had a physiological reaction to Wang Juan.

Perhaps it was the first time that a beautiful woman dressed in fashion appeared in a small town, maybe it was a TV series that was being broadcasted in love during that time, or maybe I had a subconscious tendency of Oedipus or elder sister.

Can't find the specific reason. I only remember the early autumn of the third semester, and I was often distracted.

Imagine having sex with her. At that time, I didn't know the posture, just changed the scene, from cliff to river, from campus to city, from field to forest.

I often get full marks in math, and I dropped 20 points in the exam that semester. This has never happened before.

My uncle is the director of the school's academic affairs office. He was very anxious when he learned my grades. He asked me to talk to Wang Juan and ask him why he didn't learn well. Is it because the teacher doesn't adapt?

Teacher Wang Juan looked aggrieved and explained to the director of the Academic Affairs Office with trepidation: "The other students did well in the exam. I don't know why Liu XX did badly in the exam. He has always been the oldest, and I am very sad to be admitted this time. "

My uncle asked me what was going on, and I didn't know how to answer. I just looked down at my toes and couldn't say anything. My uncle had no choice but to let Wang Juan make up lessons for me after class. "It is not easy for top students to have a good seed."

What my uncle said is earnest, but I know he is using power for personal gain, and that personal gain is mine.

Wang Juan's perfume has a strong smell, but it smells good. In other words, I felt very fragrant at that time.

Years later, I recalled the taste. In fact, it is a very common and cheap perfume, but it stands out in the environment of that poor town.

She graduated from a normal school in a big city and went to teach in a township middle school. Everything is out of order. I often see her walking around the playground after school, kicking stones from one end to the other with her head down, and then from one end to the other.

She is lonely, but not discouraged, and has a good grasp of the students' minds.

She makes up lessons for me after class, and I often don't listen to a word. "Well" and "Ah" are perfunctory. At first she muttered a few words, "isn't that the student who always gets the first place in the exam?" Why not shine? "

I also let her talk, because my mind is completely out of the textbook. And the work in the crotch is often bulging and I have no mind to study.

One day, in a math class, she was lecturing on the platform. I imagine below. Just after changing several scenes, she suddenly stopped, coughed at me and said, "Listen carefully.". Don't be distracted.

I was so excited that I went back to class and barely finished it. After class, Wang Juan called me to my office and said a few words to me very seriously: "Don't think about this in class. I heard that you are good at math, but you don't do well in my class. Many people have opinions. " If you fail in the exam next time, I won't talk to you. "

"Don't talk to me?" I don't know what punishment this is. I guess she should know what I was thinking when I was a teenager and that I was thinking about her.

I was a little bit seen through by the shame of "fantasy" and the nausea of "the love between teachers and students is neither fish nor fowl", so I left the office with a red face and secretly vowed not to indulge in psychosexuality and stay away from this "woman".

Later classes were inevitable, but the number of times was much less, and my math scores returned to the previous level. Wang Juan continues to make up lessons for me, and sometimes she sets up a small tent. I wonder if she found out.

Full marks in mathematics in the final exam, ranking first in grade. Teacher Wang Juan is getting better and better to me, saying that there is no problem for me to get a good undergraduate course in the future.

In the second semester of the third grade, schoolwork became heavier. Although I am still absent-minded, I am much better than before. There is not so much passion in it. From my young point of view, Wang Juan is a very magnificent and beautiful existence.

Wang Juan didn't come to class for a week, and it began to spread in the classroom that Mr. Wang Juan fell in love with a teacher in our school. I met the male teacher who taught art, and I was a little bald at a young age. I also made fun of him many times behind his back.

I didn't expect him to catch up with Wang Juan? This makes me jealous. I want to smash the window of this teacher's house. Several delinquents in the class are discussing Wang Juan behind the scenes. They are all flowers inserted in cow dung, and I am the only one, and there is ridicule in my indignation. Even a bald teacher can catch up with her, which is a very important person.

Wang Juan finally came to class, wearing bright clothes and dancing on the platform. One night in self-study class, Wang Juan stared at us. A drunk came to the front of our classroom with a stick in his hand. He screamed all the way in, took Wang Juan's hand and went out, saying things like "a whore", "be clear" and "old man".

We hurried to watch the excitement at the door. Teacher Wang Juan, in turn, grabbed the drunk and said, "Don't talk nonsense in public. Go where there are few people. If the man doesn't leave, he will swing. " . The bald man in Wang Juan ran to pull Wang Juan away. The drunk pushed the bald teacher a few times and said, Do you know what kind of person she is? She sells x? Ask Zhang XX, director of your office!

Then the school security guard came and took the man away.

After this incident, rumors spread everywhere. Some people say that the drunken man is her ex-boyfriend Wang Juan was going to marry someone, but she dumped him for work. Something really happened, because there was a lecherous and perverted office director in our school at that time, and several female teachers in the school were all said to have an affair.

I also told a story along with it, and it was a story that embellished it. I hope the whole world thinks she is a dissolute woman. I don't know if my love can easily turn into hate. I used to have such abnormal psychology at an early age, and I still feel ashamed.

In April of that spring, both Mr. Wang Juan and Mr. Xie Ding went to the county junior high school for exams, and an old lady changed in our math class. The old lady can't speak Mandarin. We miss Wang Juan's lectures very much. Fortunately, there is not much time before the senior high school entrance examination. I was admitted to high school with excellent results.

Farewell to Mr. Wang Juan is the day when I graduated from college. That time was a beautiful episode. Although I have an impression in my mind, the time is too short to be enthusiastic enough. But I have a girlfriend who looks like her.

Going home before graduating from college, my mother accompanied me to the county town to buy a suit to prepare for the job-hunting season. I came out of the fitting room in slightly loose clothes, and a slightly fat middle-aged woman gently called my name. I was stunned and didn't recognize her.

"I'm Mr. Wang Juan, who taught you math for a year." I suddenly realized that the woman in front of me was so different from the teacher Wang Juan who taught me at that time. She has gained a lot of weight, wearing gray clothes, short hair and glasses.

Wang Juan, a young teacher, flashed before my eyes. It's beautiful, but suddenly, I feel like a gust of wind blowing, and the image is broken, dissipated and never appears again. In the future, Wang Juan in my mind will be the image of this middle-aged woman.

Someone once said, "The sign of growth is reconciliation with yourself when you were young."

At that moment, I understood this sentence. No desire, no excitement, no regret, no show-off, only calm. As a student, I stepped forward and said "Hello, Mr. Wang Juan", and then told about my experiences in these years.

In The Beautiful Legend of Sicily, the little boy admired Marina, the "goddess" of Sicily, and rode a bicycle behind Marina all day, shuttling through the town, looking for the charming charm and all kinds of customs of marlene dietrich.

The little boy followed the prison to spy on her life. Her swaying beautiful image, good face and close-fitting clothes drowned the little boy who had just started to fall in love.

Marlene dietrich became a little boy's obsession and later took him to a bar mitzvah. He chose a brothel based on marlene dietrich's looks.

Many years have passed, the little boy has grown up, and Marina has suffered a lot. When he sees her again, the little boy should only hope that she can be safe and happy.

$60,000 a year, how can an ordinary school scum get the full prize of an American doctor?

Jiangge case-don't let public opinion go beyond the law

Why do I object to burden reduction and quality education?

War and the stock market, the most intuitive display of human greed.

The girl I like is like Wu Tenglan.