June is the teacher’s invigilation month. The college entrance examination, senior high school entrance examination, junior high school entrance examination and final examination are all crowded in this month. People with different moods have different attitudes towards invigilation, and I only think that invigilation is also a beautiful watch. In the days of invigilation, when the lovely window lattice poured into the first ray of sunshine quietly, I got up with the sweet dream of last night to wash and eat breakfast, and then came to the invigilation school ten minutes in advance, start a beautiful watch. I gently came to the meeting point of invigilators. The examiners hadn’t arrived yet. At this time, I could lean quietly on the sofa, blowing the air conditioner comfortably, and continue to fall into a dream or fall into meditation. The dream was so funny that I smiled and explained the beautiful waiting. The supervisor came in and saw someone waiting at the concentrated point in advance. It was also a comfortable smile. This smile made the boring waiting become a beautiful watch. The chief examiners said on the rostrum that they thought it was something that should be paid attention to in the examination room, but in fact, it was a blind command that was out of the actual requirements of invigilation. At this time, there was no need to be angry, so they still, what overflows my heart is the sweet and romantic dream of thousands of years, and what rippling in my heart is the wonderful imaginary world. In my world, there are pink smiles like peach blossom, beautiful angels with light plain makeup, colorful butterflies dancing lightly, and even world-class beauties dancing alone through thousands of years. At this time, I have been thinking for thousands of years, and the classic love echoed in my mind one by one! Time passed quietly in the 1 minute 1 second, and the thousands of exhortations of the examiners were finally finished. I restrained the unfinished meditation, followed the crowd, came to the examination office to get the test paper, and came to the examination room easily. At this time, I temporarily gathered my dreams, pulled my thoughts back to the real world, opened the examination room, opened the window, opened the fan or air conditioner, and let the examinees full of hope come in. The next step is to verify the identity of the examinees, issue papers, paste bar codes, verify the admission ticket number of the examinees, announce the beginning of the examination, handle the vacancy numbers and exam papers, and fill in the record form of the examination room, I looked at the examinees immersed in the sea of questions, The suspended thoughts continued to fly through thousands of years, making everlasting meditation. At this time, I can be intoxicated in the beauty of summer, and I can also imagine a beautiful girl rising to me leisurely. At this time, I forgot the hardship of life, the noise of the world of mortals, the wandering life experience, the trivial matters of family and the disturbance of the material world, I also forgot all the misery in the world, and just immersed myself in this rare quiet world. The sound of students answering questions may wake up my dream. At this time, I can take a sip of white sand tea lightly and continue my dream world. Although my eyes are looking at students who are struggling to write, but in my mind, it has been a dream for thousands of years. Watch quietly in the classroom, just like a bright red Canna, blooming in the heart as beautiful as red flowers, shining and fragrant alone on the branch of my life. At this time, no one disturbed my clear dream, only the writing sound of students occasionally made me raise my head into deep thinking. The exam was over. I collected the test paper, returned to the examination office, handed in the test paper, continued to think about the beauty that I had or would have, and quietly combed the vicissitudes or yearnings of the past, go to a beautiful and warm home.

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Maybe it is because I always like to stay in bed in winter, so although it is already February in Yangchun, I still wake up late. Today is Sunday. My mother had a rest. Early in the morning, I heard my mother sweeping the floor with a broom. I opened the door with a bang, and my mother woke me up from my sweet dream with a roar. My hair was dishevelled from the Quilt which had been twisted into a ball. My pajamas were cartoon Pleasant Goat, which was not neat at all. I thought, for a person who didn’t sleep until three o’clock in the morning, it was already a miracle to be woken up or even get out of the bed, because it was only eight o’clock now, and the neighbor who went to work as a coolie had just left the door. I stood in front of the mirror and put on a sweater. It was still very cold in the spring morning. I put on a short cotton-padded jacket, holding panda eyes, and walked out of the room with heavy steps. Indeed, in the spring morning, the sun had already risen high. In the newly built building on the opposite side, the small workers had already been busy. The blender made a loud sound. The two small workers were mixing with cement on the ground, after a while, another coolie came slowly with a mud bucket, pried cement and soil sand with soil, and joked with the Coolie nearby from time to time. Half a ring, carrying a mud bucket full of mud slowly walked to the front of the new house, and handed it to an old master who just spent a lot of money this year. The villagers believed him very much and all said that his craft was good, every family is looking for him to build new houses, which is a little famous in our place. According to my grandfather, one year he caught up with the famine. Every family drank porridge. There were many brothers and sisters in his family, and he didn’t even have a sip of water. He had no choice but to send him to a couple in the neighboring village. When I grew up, I learned the craft of bricklayer with my foster father. It was almost noon, I took out the quilt in the room, shook it evenly, and put it on the bamboo pole of the cold clothes table. When I was young, as long as I basked in the quilt, my nose would definitely bleed the next day, grandma said, the child was so angry that the sun-dried quilt was too warm. He told me not to sleep with my head covered in the midnight. I was always in the quilt the next day, and the nosebleed flowed down the nose to the bed sheet, then when I woke up, the scab with dry nose and blood covered my face. I remember at that time, Grandma always had many ways. During the Spring Festival, the whole pig tail and the meat were cut into small pieces and left to me, she said that there was no nosebleed left after eating, and later she knew that it was the old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in the village who told her. At noon, my mother cooked the meal. When it came to the dining point, all the dolls in the village went home separately, and those little workers also shouted that they were hungry, I asked the landlady who built the new house in a loud voice, is the meal ready? The woman in that shop looks coquettish. After a while, the men in her family shouted for dinner, and saw those coolies put down the tools they used to do the work ………. after lunch, I packed up the leftovers and helped my mother wash the bowl. Hearing the conversation between two or three people outside, I listened carefully that it was the third grandmother of Qiancun who seemed to be looking for someone to pick tea on her daughter’s Mountain. It was time to take new tea in half a month, every year at this time, women in the village go out to pick tea. My third grandmother is over 60 years old this year, and her eyes are so bright. My second mother said that they couldn’t win when picking tea. It costs at least 2,000 yuan for tea in one season. They said that the daughter of the third grandma was quite rich, and she had a tea field. She earned a lot of money from tea in one season. Her son-in-law was engaged in tea business, which was quite good in the local area. Her daughter’s son-in-law didn’t allow her to pick tea, saying that she could give her the tea if she was short of money. However, her third grandmother was an idle person who refused to say anything and had to go up the mountain to pick tea, last year, in order to pick tea with her daughter’s son-in-law, she locked herself in the house without food or drink. Her daughter’s son-in-law couldn’t beat the old lady, so she had to agree. For this matter, the old people in the village just laughed at three grandmothers for more than half a year. This is not the case. This year, her daughter’s son-in-law was afraid that she would be the same as last year, and said hello to her third grandmother early, She was asked to go to the village to help ask the people who went to pick tea. Let alone that the third grandmother really had a good set. The old and young people in the village all went to sign up. When the sun was setting, I rode a battery car to wander around the street. The Wind in spring was warm without the biting winter. I watched the scenery along the way. In the afternoon near Guangde city, it was very busy. Those people who set up fruit stalls fought with several stall owners nearby when they were free, and the onlookers formed a circle, after a while, a plump middle-aged woman came to call Apple and shouted for a long time. No one responded, shouting, is there any business to do? Half a day later, the middle-aged woman was just about to leave. The owner of the fruit stall squeezed out from the crowd and came. The boss responded kindly. Three or two children played and played, and from time to time there came a burst of laughter …… reflecting the sunset, which was really a different scenery. It was so warm. When I came back, at the roadside of the village entrance, the original three or three people gathered together to talk and laugh, and all of them were scattered. They all went home and began to cook. Not far away, the chimney of each household was smoking …… father also went home from work, squatting in the stove to make a fire. Soon, the fire started, my father took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his coat, touched one, and struck one with a match from the stove. After lighting it, he sucked it in a Big Gulp. My mother was cooking in front of the stove, while nagging my father, my father didn’t say anything, spitting out a smoke ring… I was choked and coughed a few times, and went out of the kitchen… after dinner, the whole family sat in front of the TV happily ………. it was getting dark gradually, and the Twilight was thick ………. there were three or two barking at the entrance of the village, and the happiness was that the passers-by passed. Half a quarter of a clock, there was no sound of dogs, the silent night, accompanied by the bright moonlight ……… when the whole village entered the Dreamland, the original article, Jiang Sise

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