In the context of the country's ban on tutoring in cultural courses, Qingci, a humanities education and training man, hesitated between reality and ideals, made wrong choices, and eventually collapsed.
"How many things that were creeds yesterday have become lies today? - Montaigne"
It was late autumn, and those willow trees could not help but feel sad about autumn. When the west wind passed, the yellowing leaves rustled all over the path, paving the way for a desperate autumn.
That voice was so seductive that Wen Qingci didn't dare to admit that it was the voice in her heart. It was the bad emotions that arose when she encountered unfair treatment before. She didn't sort it out in time. Today, she re-examined her heart in this ugly way.
"No, you're talking nonsense." Wen Qingci trembled a little, "How do you know this?"
"Alas..." Wen Qingci heard a resentful sigh that was very familiar to him, "Because, I am you!"
Wen Qingci felt like a tape, divided into side A and side B. And side B is the dark side that she doesn't want to show to others. She acknowledges its existence, but that doesn't mean she agrees with it.
Both side A and side B are competing for Wen Qingci's "player", which sometimes results in a "cassette" situation.
Every child is an independent individual with his own ideas and pursuits. They are not fairy godmothers who come to appease parents' regrets. They are human beings! People of flesh and blood. Why do parents think that their children can accomplish things that they have not accomplished? Are they the only ones who give life to their children?
Reader comments
The subject matter is novel and it is a very interesting book. Good luck to the author!
It's so beautiful. Teacher Wen is so miserable. I wonder what will happen to her in the future. The details are vivid and touching. Especially the rhetorical questions about the meaning of supplementary classes and education.
One can't help but look forward to the subsequent development.
The saddest thing in life is that people are still there but the industry is gone. There is a sense of desolation and there is nothing that can be done to stop it. Looking forward to more updates from the author!
The subject matter is good, the author's writing is profound and he has a good grasp of details. The only regret is that the number of words is currently a bit short, I hope the author will work hard and update it.
The plot of the novel is novel and particularly representative. The author's writing style is concise and the language is fluent. It is good. Five-star praise. Recommended [Like][Like][Like]
Although I haven't finished reading it, the stories written in it are all true portrayals of life afterward. Ordinary people are wandering in life. Please submit your positive comments first and read them carefully when you have the opportunity.
The subject matter is novel and it is a very interesting book. Good luck to the author!
It's so beautiful. Teacher Wen is so miserable. I wonder what will happen to her in the future. The details are vivid and touching. Especially the rhetorical questions about the meaning of supplementary classes and education. One can't help but look forward to the subsequent development.
The saddest thing in life is that people are still there but the industry is gone. There is a sense of desolation and there is nothing that can be done to stop it. Looking forward to more updates from the author!
The subject matter is good, the author's writing is profound and he has a good grasp of details. The only regret is that the number of words is currently a bit short, I hope the author will work hard and update it.
The plot of the novel is novel and particularly representative. The author's writing style is concise and the language is fluent. It is good. Five-star praise. Recommended [Like][Like][Like]
Although I haven't finished reading it, the stories written in it are all true portrayals of life afterward. Ordinary people are wandering in life. Please submit your positive comments first and read them carefully when you have the opportunity.
The thrill of ordinary people.