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I woke up with a hangover, no one was home, and the sky was gray. To say that the sky is gray is not to express a mood, but to state an objective fact. I was not in the mood at all, let alone good or bad. I woke up and drank a cup of coffee as usual. My cracked lips were stung by the dark liquid. I have been missing my uncle for no reason lately. Time has changed and he has been magnified infinitely in my imagination. I decided to look for him. I wrote a sentence in WORD: "Mom: I'm going to find my uncle. Someone said I saw him in the south." Print it out and stick it on the refrigerator door, in size 1, with the size of a cow's head, bold and black.

As I continued to tell, fragments of the past flashed back one after another, and the people and things I had seen seemed to be carefully helping me to think about this unknown happiness. It was as if I suddenly understood the meaning of the Queen's intrusion into my life. Did she appear just to remind me how bad it was to give up on myself? It's simply a revelation. With the accompaniment of cracking charcoal, I kissed my niece's chubby face and let her little hands scratch around. Firecrackers exploded outside, signaling the arrival of the new year uninvited.

The beauty of mathematics lies in fairness, right is right, wrong is wrong, as long as the calculation is accurate, the result is single, not vague, not ambiguous, clear, unlike language, which is very deceptive and very pretentious. When I was in primary school, in Chinese classes, no matter how exciting the teacher said the text was, it was still hard to stop me from feeling sleepy. As soon as I got to math class, I was more energetic than anyone else. When I taught about addition, I had already previewed multiplication. When it was my turn to do multiplication, I had already completed the self-study of division. I was the first child in the class to memorize the multiplication table by heart. The teacher was very happy and praised me in front of everyone. Boys are not as smart as Yu Xiaoxiao, and they are not as good as men. I didn't understand the second half of the math teacher's sentence at that time. The reason why I remembered this boring compliment was because, nearly twenty years later, I suddenly heard it again.