Dear "Teacher":
Hello everyone!
Due to Chinese tradition, I originally wanted to call my uncle, uncle, aunt, aunt, brother, sister, brother, and sister more affectionately, but I thought that the person who guided and enlightened me and worked hard for me was "teacher", so I used this title.
I am a native Beijing kid. I am now seventeen years old, more than half a year after my 20th and eighth year!
I am studying in an ordinary high school in Beijing, and my current grades are poor. I am not making progress all day long and am busy with my own hobbies.
Like every child from a city family, I have my dreams, which may be lofty or naive, but please don't laugh at them.
A unique teacher, several typical student images and some high school campus life are the focus of my efforts to tell the story. The sincerity and helplessness in the ridicule are the characteristics of my language. I despise Chinese education, so the excerpt of the novel you see below comes entirely from my "classroom creation". The words I exchanged for sacrificing my own scores may be different.
Conception: