The full text of Little Four s Doppelganger .

I sent a private message, and if I don't understand, ask me again.

The left hand reflects the right hand.

This book is a collection of essays written by Guo Jingming in his senior year of high school.

It is said that there is also a part of the prose in the collection of essays**.

It's nothing more than sad spring and autumn, lamenting the loss of years and the friends around him who are gradually disappearing.

And a little bit of the past when I was younger.

The Edge of Love and Pain

From the moment he retraces his arrival into this world, the author tries to dissect the internal motivation of his own character growth and the change of his spiritual purpose. The author is a sad child, a child with a contradictory personality, a child with a strong personality and a desire to live independently and freely, and at the same time a child with a strong sense of reality. He hated the depressing and boring life in school, but he also understood that the only way to prove his success was the college entrance examination; He explores and yearns for the rich spiritual world of writers, but at the same time has undisguised desires and dreams for worldly money and material things.

All of this is vividly and vividly reflected in the work.

It seems to be "Say Good Night After Dawn", if you go to see "The Edge of Love and Pain", then there should be it in this anthology.

June 17th 13:26 is "I Give You a Child" written by Taiwanese writer Zhang Xiaofeng

The little boy walked out of the door, turned back to me on the balcony on the fourth floor, and said, "Goodbye!" ”

That was many years ago, and that morning was the day after he started elementary school.

I could still be with him again, as I did yesterday, but I was reluctant to see him go alone. He has his own life, which I can't accompany, a mother and son can only be regarded as a borrowed string, and can be played as long as you can, but after all, the borrowed years have their return period.

He walked out of the alley happily, obediently neither running nor jumping, and looked like he was following the rules. I was alone and wept as I looked at the thin morning sun under the alley.

I want to tell the whole city out loud, this morning, I handed you a little boy, and he didn't know what fear was, but I did, and I began to fear that I was staggered.

I handed him over to the road, and I asked him to follow the rules along the sidewalk, but, passers-by, in a hurry, can you be careful? Don't knock over my child, I give my beloved to the Crisscross Road, and let me see him come back safely.

I have never moved my hukou, we don't want to go beyond the district, we let our children go to the national primary schools in the district instead of some private star elementary schools, I try to trust my own education authorities, and I trust my children at the stakes——— but, school, when I hand over my child to you, what kind of education do you promise to give him? Early this morning, I hand you over a joyful, honest and enlightened little boy, and what kind of youth will you give me back after many years?

He began to read and write, he began to read, of course, he also had to read newspapers, listen to ** or watch television and movies, O writers of all ages, O transmitters of knowledge in all ways, what will my children get because of you? Will you drink it with elixir and pour it with Daigo, or will you feed it with dross? Will he become upright and faithful, or will he learn to be treacherous and deceitful?

When I hand over my child, when he is thirsty for knowledge from the world, what will you give him, O world?

This morning, O world, I, a mother, have given you her lovely little boy, and what will you give me back?