Fishy
Presumably due to the fact that it's time to go to work or start school, the posts on a purely female forum have been very cranky lately. A few days ago, a post appeared, said to be a letter from Weibo, because C said B plagiarized A and did not admit it. The forum was abuzz with this statement. Because the forum in the anti-plagiarism is a reputation, so instantly looking for evidence to analyze the problem of correcting the three views of the support of the A support B of the various statements have emerged. Within a day, quickly built up three pages of high buildings (three hundred messages per page).
I didn't pay much attention to it at first, until it floated on the front page for a day, and a clarification post from B appeared the next day, which finally piqued my curiosity.
The first post was something along the lines of ABC was originally a close friend, and A and B were siblings, both online writers. They were introduced to each other through C. However, after a period of time, C found that B's novel is very similar to A, told A after A text message B, B first said, "are for money, as if I did not see", and in their own columns on the plagiarism and borrowing, and in the message of the readers scolded brush the negative points. C also accused B of having character problems and often eating together without paying for it. A series of messages below attacked B, saying that B had used the forum's ideas in the text and refused to admit it, saying that he "came up with it while taking out the garbage".
The back of the more than 1,000 messages are roughly divided into five categories: scolded B shameless, said from now on boycott the author of any novels; suspected of ABC to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, in order to raise awareness and hype; that AC has no evidence of empty promises, asked to be on the contrast on the original text; in turn, questioned the AC intentionally defamatory; and sang conspiracy theories, that ABC in fact hope to disturb the forum to make the outside world, the anti-plagiarism is basically a way to make the world a better place. that the forum's anti-plagiarism is simply irrational and irresponsible purpose of the sinister intention.
And the second post was written by B herself in more than a thousand words to refute AC, first denying the theft of the forum's ideas, and then arguing that the similarities between her novel and A's were far-fetched and that she felt aggrieved. About not paying for the meal, she said it was because A himself said he had to take care of his schoolmates, and the big deal was to return as much as he could.
This statement has stirred up a thousand waves. First of all, a group of people said: yo, you are really noble, put yourself aside, who knows how dark inside it. The next group of people immediately refuted: the last post three pages, did not see more convincing evidence, maybe it is AC in rumors. The previous group of people immediately retorted: plagiarism is not plagiarized, not to mention, but the charge of stealing ideas from the forum is a solid one, right? The latter group immediately demanded: Where is the evidence? How come we don't remember anything about stealing ideas? If you have the guts, put up the link. The first group of people said: I think you are B's friends and family, B's speech in the loopholes one, two, three, you say what is going on ah? The latter group of people immediately started analyzing and explaining one, two, three, saying that what B said was true. The first group of people immediately began to analyze and explain one, two, three and say that B said is true.
Of course, there are those who insist on not participating in the war, mainly from two points of view. One is: evidence, no one believes anything unless one side produces it. The other is: directly tired of all the names appearing in the incident -- you guys are not tired of ah how much is the matter and is the same school, face to face to solve it can not? You have to make a scene on the forums?
The more I browse the page, the more scared I am, and I realize that the people's hearts are sinister, and I feel sorry for them.
Not long after, A also cloaked in vest up, a tearful accusing frame. B of course, will not show weakness, pulling on the friends and family some of the melee, you say I have character problems, I say that you have evil intentions, you say that I am shameless, I say that you do not have heart and lungs. The euphemisms, the expression of the circuitous, rich in feelings, just like the Qiong Yao drama who betrayed who the bloody drama, more irrelevant masses lying also shot, was a variety of mean-spirited remarks into the battlefield. The truth of the matter is becoming more and more confusing.
Three pages in and three pages out, there is finally a turnaround. A few girls can't stand it anymore, finally **** with the same record checking articles to find their own answers: it turns out that B did not borrow the forum idea, that post is not true, all A's friends and family in the rumors everywhere. The fact is that the two hundreds of chapters of the article is only the beginning of some similar, and all fall into the cliché.
The battle was finally over, but a dozen more apologized. When asked, the girls said they had been misled by AC and had retweeted the tweets without knowing the truth, widening the impact.
More than ten floors passed, and suddenly another person left a message: I really hope that AC's family and friends come to see it, I don't know what they feel.
Immediately someone sneered: not just for the sake of money, feelings of this sister snatched after the bill also silently write down, waiting for one day to calculate the total account.
The next step is to question AC's character, which is a new round of war.
The moderators are very satisfied: who said we indiscriminately accuse the author of plagiarism? Isn't this a model to help authors right their wrongs?
I, however, recalled a saying: where there are people, there is a jianghu. Add to that: where there are women, there are fishy and bloody countless.
2. Write about a man
Jiangshan Heroes and Beauties Legend of Yun Conglong
The same voice, the same breath. When water flows wet, fire is dry. Clouds flow from dragons, winds from tigers. Sages make and all things see. --Zhou Yi (周易)
This is the first book of its kind. Qian"
"Who is trespassing on my ghost gate?!!!"
Zhao Yun was startled. Fixing his eyes, he saw a white mist and a stone bridge under his feet. At the end of the bridge stood two people. These two people were born but so strange, ghost head life, green face and fangs. A person wearing a black robe, vicious; a person wearing a white robe, smile often open.
Yun Le Ma secretly thought: "Is not to hell?" Answer: "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong, trespassing today, really offensive, I do not know where this place is?"
The two said: "I am the black and white impermanence, here is the bridge of Naihe, under the bridge is the water of oblivion. Do not believe that the general please see:" two hands pointing away. Zhao Yun looked down, only to see the water under the bridge is treacherous and changing, like a mirror smooth, like a raging wolf surging. Suddenly the water appeared a man, posture face majestic, silver gun white horse, very familiar - but not precisely on the bridge Zhao Yun! Yun was so shocked that he felt his eyes darkening, and with a cry, he fell into the water.
Zhao Yun some drowsiness, I do not know how long I slept, the mouth can not speak, eyes can not open. Suddenly, I heard a thunderclap in my ears, "Tie Zhao Yun up!" At once shocked out of a cold sweat. When I opened my eyes, I felt that my arms and legs were numb and sore, and it turned out to be tied up and sent to the execution ground. Not far away stood a person, a bright yellow, between the eyebrows déjà vu. Zhao Yun a "Cao traitors" was about to exit, but then saw that the person behind the resumption of two people, actually has been killed Guan Yu and Zhang Fei! Upon further inspection, it turned out that the man in front of me was not Cao Cao, but Cao Cao's son, Cao Pi, Cao Zihuan. Yun Nai recalls: In the 25th year of Jian'an, Cao Cao died of an illness. The following year, Cao Pi usurped the Han Dynasty, honoring Cao Cao as Emperor Wu of Taiwu. Pi called himself Emperor Wen, changed his name to Huangchu, and set his capital at Luoyang.
Only the Wendi Emperor opened his mouth and asked, "Traitor Zhao Yun, are you willing to surrender to my Wei?" Yun snapped, "I would rather die than surrender." Emperor Wen asked again, "Under Liu Bei's command, Guan Yunchang and Zhang Yide both surrendered, why doesn't Yun surrender?" Yun said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense! General Junhou is as close to the Lord as a brother, and Junhou has been killed in Mecheng, General also died in Langzhong, how to surrender to Wei?" Emperor Wen said: "Believe it or not, Yun can look behind me." Cloud said: "Thieves do not deceive me." Then shut up. The heart is suspicious, do not feel secretly scrutinize the two: a person of extraordinary appearance, have beautiful beard; a person's face like black charcoal, eyes like bronze bells. The more the cloud looked more suspicious, secretly thought: "Is not right and wrong upside down, black and white, really nothing strange?"
And heard Emperor Wen said: "If you still do not believe, then see another person." Said a person up, bloated body, face obscene. He held a bowl of wine in his hand and handed it to Zhao Yun. Yun exclaimed, "Young Lord! He was in deep mourning, and glared at Emperor Wen: "Thieves deceived my young master, you will surely die a horrible death!" Emperor Wen laughed with his palm: "General is joking, general today is not to die well." Zhao Yun didn't say anything, Liu Zen faintly said, "Your Majesty treats me very well, why do you say that you are deceiving me? Why doesn't Zi Long return to His Majesty, and he will be rewarded with an official title and honor." Cloud's heart is cold, but his mouth said: "Born as a Shu general, died as a Shu ghost, cloud does not surrender." Emperor Wen said: "Now Shu does not exist, general what can be loyal?" Yun said: "Yun but seek a death, to repay my lord." Emperor Wen asked again: "General really do not surrender?" Yun replied, "Don't say anything more." Emperor Wen sighed: "You are really a loyal and brave man." He took a few steps forward and took the bowl of wine in Zen's hand.
The cloud is doubtful, the ear came from the emperor long sigh: "Shu have this good general and not rise, really is the netherworld, there is God's will. General may have a wish unfulfilled?" Zhao Yun smiled miserably: "Before seeing the late lord to calm this chaotic world, the world is at peace, cloud heart is not willing." Emperor Wen smiled faintly and said, "If so, Zhao Zilong, I will give you a world peace."
With those words, the bowl of wine was poured onto the land under his feet. Hearing the wind behind his ears, knowing that he will die, Zhao Yun secretly read: "The first emperor, Prime Minister, the favor is not to be repaid, cloud to go!" Close your eyes, but wait for a long time until the knife falls. Cloud heart strange, open the eyes of the peep, only to see themselves still riding on the horse, where there is what the court! The black and white impermanent do not know when close to the body, as if thinking.
Black Impermanence said: "General knows that if you don't surrender, you will die, why don't you forget your loyalty?" Cloud said: "Cloud is not not surrender, but can not surrender. Cloud loyalty is not Shu Han, is the chest of righteousness, righteousness if lost, it is better to die well." White Impermanence said: "What is the great justice?" Cloud said: "Since the world peace." Black and white impermanence glanced at each other, all worship said: "my lord respect general loyalty and courage, but also think of the general's heartless mistake, life is not finished, so do not take the general's life. However, the general's heart obsession is too deep, I am afraid that the fate is not good, I hope that the general will wake up soon." Said not waiting for Zhao Yun to speak, behind a push, even with the horse fell into the water again.
Zhao Yun woke up, but saw Ma Chao beside him, looking anxious. See Zhao Yun woke up, Chao said with great joy: "Today and ZiLong than horse, I do not know why ZiLong suddenly screamed, fell off the horse, really scared me also." Cloud and look around, only to see the distant grass covered with a stone monument, on the book "Ghost Gate Pass" three words, know that today's encounter is just a dream, consciously absurd. And think about what the black and white impermanent said, thought: I Zhao ZiLong sands battlefield life, think I am not shocked, but do not know the world is unpredictable, who can say how tomorrow's events? The world is so big that Zhao Zi Long is just a little rain in the pool, it is hard to set off huge waves. I had hoped to choose a good master to accompany the dragon in the nine states, but today the world is divided into three parts, who is the real dragon? And where should Yun go from here? It turns out that the world is not peaceful, not peaceful. I've been thinking about this for a while now, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
All of them are courageous, full of loyalty and courage Zhao Zilong.
When I look back at the chaotic world, I suddenly sigh that life is like a dream.
3. Describe the scene
Thousand Miles of Drunkenness
Tick tock, and I walked through the entrance with my Octopus card (a universal rechargeable card for Hong Kong transportation). Turning back, I asked, "Is the balance enough? We still have to take the ferry back, right?"
"Enough." My mom said.
We were the last ones. I found a seat against the side of the boat and sat down next to my mom. I waved to my dad, who shook his head and stood on the deck holding onto the circle of fencing along the side of the boat.
I was now in Victoria Bay. We're taking a boat ride to see the night view.
The sea breeze is fishy. I had walked a lot during the day and I curled up my aching legs to look out at the water outside the boat in the warm sea breeze. It was like ink in the night, with occasional bright lights from the shore spilling over it like diamond stars.
I exclaimed, "How magical!"
The starlight was churned up as the boat eased its way through the water. More scenery comes into view, constantly flashing neon signs, all kinds of beautiful lights, so far away and so close ......
My mom asks, "The time on that clock isn't right, is it?"
My dad and I studied it carefully and then scorned it together, "That's an advertisement for someone else's clock!"
The voyage didn't last long. After ten minutes or so, we disembarked after a turn.
Next to it was a square. A clock tower wrapped in a soft golden glow stood alone. It was so tall that we backed up to the edge of the square with our cameras and still couldn't get a panoramic view of it. The spire of the bell tower was lost in the gray clouds, and all that could be glimpsed was a vague, dark shadow.
I had a feeling. It has always been here looking down on Hong Kong. Standing at this height, it can see the lights, the traffic, it can see the epitome of a modern city.
And then its hands kept moving forward, recording every moment of the city.
Next to it was the observation deck. We walked up the stairs.
My dad touched the fence made of glass and said, "The difference between Hong Kong and China is that if this observation deck was in China, there must be all kinds of stores next to it, and there must be a fee."
I thought of the Huangguoshu Falls elevator, which costs a hundred and two dollars a ride, and added, "Just like Ocean Park in Hong Kong, if it were in China, it wouldn't charge only once, and most of the popular items in it would have to be charged again."
My mom agreed wholeheartedly.
The observation deck wasn't very crowded, and we breathed in the slightly cooler air up there, which was moist and soft. Then we sat on the very edge of the rungs and looked out over Victoria Harbor, which gently took over.
I was suddenly moved in that moment, the bright lights on the other side of the harbor enveloped the streaming clouds in the sky in a silvery-white glow, and the light drifted like a church's holy song, floating over the whole ocean. Colorful lights constantly changing colors and shapes, accidentally eyes will be seized by the magic ...... That is the rosy flower field, its fragrance into the sea water, and precipitated many joys and sorrows ...... The end of the starry river, seems to have an ancient voice echoing, is the tears of history Is it the tears of history? For the city's efforts to be sentimental? Or just which train with the wheels rubbing the foot of the track it ......
Lighting is a million stars, connected to the line, blurred a piece, outlined a coastline. It looked, quite literally, a thousand miles away.
My dad exclaimed this, "The houses in Hong Kong's Central are the most expensive in the world, and they really are expensive for a reason."
I took out my cell phone to take a picture. Trying to record the touching moment.
However it really doesn't work. What the camera captures is never more real than what you see with your own eyes. Even what you see with your own eyes may not be real sometimes.
I don't know Hong Kong. I don't understand Hong Kong either. Even after living here for a few days, I only remember Cantonese, Cantonese-accented Mandarin, the subway and afternoon tea. Yet at this moment I believe that I love it, even if it is love at first sight.
I reached out towards the other side of the sea, wanting to embrace this beautiful world.
4. Childhood Stories
Passed away like fireworks
When I was still young and my hometown had not become an abstract concept, the Spring Festival was the most festive time of the year, when I visited relatives, set off firecrackers, and begged for New Year's Eve money.......This was the only time of the year when my father, who worked all year round in the field, was able to have a good time at home. The father was able to spend a good amount of time at home.
When I was a kid, I loved firecrackers and fireworks. As a child of six or seven, the little things that would go off and glow were a real novelty.
The firecrackers were always the first to go off in the courtyard. This is a small firecracker, usually with a hand cupped to the ground and thrown vigorously will be "pop" sound explosion. Every year is not yet the New Year's Eve, the children of the families are crazy running all over the yard to throw wrestling cannon. A box of a dozen, as long as 50 cents, is the best colorful Spring Festival. There are also some naughty kids hiding behind their bicycles (there is a big bicycle shed at the corner of the original yard), waiting for someone to pass by and throw them at their feet, so it's easy to be surprised if you're not prepared for it, but you're always going to be scolded by the adults when they see them.
The rubbing of cannons is not for everyone. The firecrackers are somewhat similar to matches, with a layer of rubbing paper attached to the outside of the box, which is very rough to the touch. You need to pinch one end of the firecracker with your hand, rub it upward, and then throw it to the side to explode after it catches fire. Smaller children are not allowed to play with rubbing firecrackers because the sparks that come out can easily burn them if they are slow. I heard that there is a child in the yard was sparks crash to the eyes, to the hospital are not cured, just do not know if it is true. Therefore, there are still a few timid girls in the yard who don't play with rubbing cannons, and every time they timidly stand on top of the flowerbed to hide. The cannon is roughly similar to the rubbing cannon, except that the cannon needs to be lit with a fire starter to set it on fire first, and then thrown away.
It turns out that when we were kids, the fireworks were not called salutes, we called those colorful things fireworks. Inside the fireworks there is a kind of cold fireworks called, is what we shouted as a child magic wand. When I was a kid, I used to play with the magic wand the most because it was the only kind of fireworks that you didn't have to worry about burning your hands. When it was lit, it had a golden and silver light that floated around like a snowflake. It is very comfortable to touch the light of the magic wand with your hand. They are still sold in Chengdu, but rarely. This year, I went to all the sales outlets in my neighborhood and only found one box of cold fireworks. Probably because cold fireworks are too cheap, not much profit can be made, plus nowadays people do not like this kind of little exciting gadgets.
There are many kinds of firecrackers, from single-shot ones to those with more than 100 rounds. But the vast majority of them were ten or twenty rounds, and they were often duds halfway through the shot. When I was a child, the biggest foreign fireworks in my family were twenty rounds of cupola, and the price was relatively the most expensive, a bundle of eight, more than fifty dollars. When sold individually, it cost about ten dollars a piece. At that time, ten dollars was not a small amount for a small child - I still remember when pocket money was 30 cents a day. When I got a little older, it went up to fifty cents. When you got a little older, you didn't ask the family for allowance anymore. So the family usually bought a bundle and lit one every day, from New Year's Eve until the seventh day of the New Year. These sky cannons, which seem so shabby now, seemed so marvelous at the time that every night they would light a fire, aim it at the sky, and look forward to a distant crunch in the ink-colored sky, bursting into a small flower.
The two-kicked foot has basically disappeared in Chengdu. It's a lot like a skyrocket, except that it has to be blown up on the ground before it flies into the air and breaks apart. Bad quality two-kick kicks can easily injure people, so they have gradually withdrawn from the Spring Festival stage.
Whips are also a popular form of fireworks. Originally, the whip refers to a folk dance, also known as the body ringing, playing flower stick. When jumping king whip, to use one hand to buckle one side of the flower scarf, the other hand holding a bamboo piece or the middle end of a long whip, in turn, hitting the arm, leg, shoulder, waist, back, feet, knees, hips, elbows, palms and other parts of the ground or. This firework is about a foot long, lit one end will continue to explode, such as dance general popping, so the name of the king whip. This is generally very cheap, a only one or two cents, the more skinny boys love this, every New Year's Day took "reward money" (between the first and fifteenth of the period of small children to the elders in front of the lucky words will get a pocket money, usually one or two dollars) will be replaced by a whip, day and night, cracking and popping non-stop.
When it comes to New Year's Eve, we can't forget the firecrackers. Firecrackers have been a godsend to ward off evil spirits since ancient times, so every family would light a string of them between the buildings in front of their house on New Year's Day. Lighting firecrackers is one of the biggest events of the New Year for people in the old country. The louder the firecrackers are, the more auspicious they are, and the more firecrackers they have, the better the omen. In the average person's home, thirty to fifty firecrackers is already enough, if a family spends money to buy a hundred or so firecrackers, it's a matter of pride, pointing to all the neighbors can hear. I used to live in a block of flats, just a few blocks to form a neighborhood. If the sound of firecrackers in the neighborhood was heard far away, my mother-in-law would be knitting while she muttered.
"This family's ringing, this year's blessed ......"
Mother-in-law passed away in Chengdu a few years ago. At New Year's and Ching Ming, our family of four would still go to the grave and light a string of firecrackers. But nowadays, there are so many different kinds of firecrackers, such as electric sparklers, and it's even more common to have two or three hundred of them.
In recent years, the Spring Festival gala is really difficult to watch, this year to see half of the unbearable, lift the day before the prepared firecracker salute to go downstairs to put. Father and cousin also go together. Now the foreign fireworks are called fireworks, also called fireworks, expensive and scary, just buy is more than five hundred. And in this more than five hundred dollars in fireworks, in this nearly three hours long magnificent smoke and rain, in the sky brilliant, have like falling snow in the feast of fireworks, I can no longer see those childhood gadgets, tricks.
In the yard of the new home, there are a dozen children aged five or six years old playing with electric fireworks, and a few children put a hundred rounds of skyrocket blasted a few times on the ground. The streaming flames whistled past the feet of pedestrians, drawing a gasp of surprise.
The three of us drove all the way down to the Funnan River with the huge fireworks weighing more than a dozen pounds, and watched as the powerful flare of light disappeared high into a brilliant night sky, without causing a ripple.
Three hundred rounds of fireworks can really burn for a long time. Gradually, the crowd dispersed, we still silently on the side, watching the packaging of the magnificent increase in the fireworks alone howl in a peaceful and joyful night, gradually disappeared, and then there is no trace.
Our ancient friends are saying goodbye to us in their own way, with awkward salutes. Faintly bowing in greeting, quietly turning away, and finally passing away like fireworks.
And to them, it was never too soon.
I piled up all the cold fireworks and bully pulses I could find and lit them, a dozen times more magnificent and poignant than my childhood memories. I guess I probably won't be selling these next year.
"Thank you for spending that time with me."
"Thank you for the beautiful memories you bequeathed to me."
"Goodbye ......"
5. Sci-fi story (well, this one probably makes up the numbers)
Dying under the peony
Grandpa said, "The peony can't be kept. keep it any longer, it's going to turn into a sperm."
I peeled back the leaves and looked at the peony. It was quite colorful, but the petal edges were a bit withered.
Grandpa said, "If you keep looking at it, you're going to lose your soul."
The peony has been kept for years. I gathered up its leaves and let them lie softly on the flowers.
A beauty did come into my dream at night, with almond eyes and willow eyebrows, a face like Nymphaea, green silk half pulled back, and a fluttering robe. The beauty's gait was graceful, and when she came to the front of the room, she whispered, "Sister, my place is too shady, please move it for me."
The voice only teaches people to put the flesh and bones are crispy to go. The next morning, I moved the pot of peonies to the balcony.
That night, the beauty arrived again with a wry smile and beautiful eyes, and said, "Sister, I'm so dry here, get some water for me."
I then scooped up half a bowl of water again and poured it delicately over the flower clay.
Grandpa scolded, "The little child is really hooked!"
The beauty entered my dream again on the third night and sighed, "Sister, are you really not afraid that I am a demon that specializes in eating people's hearts and livers?"
Seeing that I should not say: "When he bought me back then, he only praised me as a national beauty, and after a few years, he thought that it was vulgar, and today, he is afraid that I am old, and he wants to drive me away."
Returned to murmur: "Sister, these millions of people met you, it is fate. I do not harm you, only beg you to bury me."
Between the eyebrows of the flow of difficult to hide the vicissitudes of life, the soul of the place since the broken soul. I don't want to look closely, the beauty of the water sleeve, the fragrance of the wind on the face, and then no trace of the shadow.
When I woke up early on the morning of the first day, I could only see the peonies blooming overnight. In the breeze, there were traces of last night's fragrance, but only empty branches were left to light up the withered flowers.
Grandpa said, "It's true that the peonies have come to life, but it's also the little child's life that should not be destroyed." The earth was used to cover it up hastily.
Pity the poor red plant. I will bury it in the garden under the willow tree, that year, the willow tree a year condensation, four seasons evergreen.
6. Winter vacation living arrangements
This ...... I chewed you or write your own better - -
Added: absolutely original, in the next is also a high school student ...... Well, probably meet the requirements of high school?