Library

After reluctantly reading algebra for a while - just like some officials who were carelessly studying people's livelihood planning - I looked up at the same wall and the same crowd, and pondered for a while - just like those officials who pondered over their boring yellow-faced women - I felt very bored. By chance, a small insect flew over with great interest. It buzzed around my head three times, and finally accidentally hit my head and landed on the algebra book. It seems that the convoluted concepts of algebra have also "inhumanly" entangled the little bugs. I quickly touched the offender with the tip of my pen, took off the knife from my belt and cut off the insect's wings. Wherever the tip of the pen touched, the algebra book became wet. The little bug followed my middle finger - the "Hexi Corridor" - and entered the "Heartland of the Central Plains" - the palm of my hand, and then continued its trek to reach the arm.