A bloody battle-reactionary reign of terror
Probably because I have to go to work or start school, the posts on a purely female forum have been very violent recently. I was surprised to see a post the other day. It was said to be a dear John letter from a humble source, because C said that B copied A and refused to admit it. When this statement came out, the altar boiled. Because the forum is famous for its anti-plagiarism, all kinds of comments have sprung up in an instant, looking for evidence, analyzing problems, correcting the three views, supporting A and B, and in one day, three pages of tall buildings (300 messages per page) were quickly built.
I didn't pay much attention at first, until I floated on the home page for a day, and a clarification post of B appeared the next day, which finally aroused my curiosity.
The content of the first post is roughly that ABC is a good friend, and A and B are sisters, both of whom are online writers. Introduce yourself through C. However, after a while, C found that B's novels are very similar to A. After A told A, he sent a text message to B. B first said, "It's all about money, ignore it", and then denied plagiarism in his column and cursed the readers who brushed negative marks in his message. At the same time, C accused B of having personality problems and often eating together without paying. The next series of messages attacked Group B, saying that B used the creativity of this forum in the article, and refused to admit that he "came up with it when taking out the garbage".
The last 1000 messages are roughly divided into five categories: cursing B for being shameless, which means resisting any novel by the author from now on; Suspect that ABC took the opportunity to make trouble and hype to improve its popularity; It is believed that AC has no evidence and no lip service, and it is not true, and it is required to compare the original text; Conversely, question AC's deliberate slander; And singing bad conspiracy theories, ABC actually wants to disrupt the forum so that the outside world thinks that the anti-plagiarism of the forum is irrational and irresponsible.
In the second post, B himself wrote more than 1000 words to refute AC. At first, he denied stealing forum ideas. Later, he thought that the similarity between his novel and A was far-fetched and felt wronged. About not paying for the meal, she said it was because A said she would take care of mistress, and she couldn't return it.
When this remark came out, a stone stirred up a thousand waves. First, a group of people secretly said, Oh, you are so noble, you have cleaned yourself up. Who knows how dark your heart is? Then a group of people immediately retorted: the last post was noisy for three pages, and I didn't see much convincing evidence. Maybe AC is making rumors. Before that, those people immediately replied: plagiarism is not plagiarism, but the crime of stealing forum creativity is solid, right? The latter group immediately demanded: where is the evidence? Why don't we remember stealing ideas or something? Ability to put links on it. A group of people said: I see you are a group of friends and relatives of B. What loopholes do you think B's speech has? The latter group immediately began to analyze and explain, and what B said was true. Wait, wait, wait.
Of course, there are also those who insist on not participating in the war. There are mainly two views. One is: evidence, unless one party produces evidence, no one believes it. The other is: I'm just tired of all the names that appear in the incident-are you bored? How many things are in a school? Can't it be solved face to face? Do we have to make trouble on the forum?
The more I browse the page, the more I feel scared, sinister and sad.
Not long after, A also came up wearing a vest, complaining with blood and tears. Of course, B will not show weakness, and will have a scuffle with relatives and friends. You call me a character problem, I call you sinister, you call me shameless, and I call you heartless. Euphemistic words, circuitous expressions, rich feelings, just like the dog blood drama of who betrayed whom in Qiong Yao's drama, even more irrelevant people were shot while lying down and caught up with the battlefield by all kinds of mean remarks. At that time, the truth became more and more confusing.
Three pages, three pages, and finally a turning point. A few girls couldn't bear it, and finally * * * searched the records and turned over the articles to find the answer for themselves: It turned out that B didn't borrow the forum idea, the post was completely false, and all friends and relatives of A were spreading rumors everywhere. Plagiarism is even more unfounded. Two articles with hundreds of chapters are just similar at the beginning, and they are all established.
The war is finally over, but there are still more than a dozen messages apologizing. When asked, the girls said that they were misled by AC, and they forwarded it to Weibo without knowing the truth, which expanded their influence.
More than ten floors passed, and suddenly someone left a message: I really hope AC's relatives and friends will come and see, I don't know what their mood is.
Someone immediately ridiculed: Isn't it just for money? Emotional elder sister rushed to pay the bill and had to write it down silently, waiting for the day when the general ledger was calculated.
Then there are many questions about the incorrect views of AC personality, which is a new round of war.
The moderator is very satisfied: Who said that we accused the author of plagiarism? Isn't this a model to help the author clear his name?
But I remember a sentence: where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Let me add: where there are women, there are countless bloody incidents.
Write a person
The legendary Jiangshan heroic beauty cloud comes from the dragon.
Respond with the same voice and seek with the same spirit. When the water is wet, the fire will dry. Clouds follow dragons and winds follow tigers. Sages do everything and see everything. -"Zhouyi"? Dry "
"Who trespassed on my door of hell? ! ! "
Zhaoyun was surprised. Looking intently, I saw a piece of white fog and a stone bridge under my feet. There are two people standing at the other end of the bridge. These two people are very strange, with ghosts, green faces and fangs. One is dressed in a black robe and fierce; One wears a white robe and always smiles.
Yun Ma Le thought, "Isn't this in hell?" A: "I'm Zhao Zilong from Changshan. It's really unpleasant to break in today. I wonder what this place is? "
The two men said, "I have a clear distinction between black and white. This is Naihe Bridge, and under it is the forgotten river. If you don't believe the general, please look: "Two hands are far away. Zhao Yun looked down and saw the water under the bridge mysteriously changing, sometimes as smooth as a mirror, and sometimes as turbulent as a mad wolf. Suddenly, a man appeared in the water, with a dignified appearance and a white horse with a silver gun. He looked familiar-but it was not Zhao Yun on the bridge! Cloud was frightened and suddenly felt black at the moment. "Ouch!" Fell into the water.
Zhao Yun is in a daze. I don't know how long he has slept. He can't talk or open his eyes. Suddenly, I heard a thunder in my ear: "Tie Zhao Yun up!" Suddenly surprised out in a cold sweat. When I opened my eyes, I only felt my hands and feet numb. It turned out that I was tied up and sent to the execution ground. Not far away stood a man with a bright yellow body and a feeling of deja vu between his eyes. "cao thief" was about to export, but he saw two people standing behind him. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were beheaded! A closer look shows that the man in front of us is not Cao Cao, but Cao Cao's son Cao Pi Huan Zi. Yun Naiyi: In the twenty-five years of Jian 'an, Cao Cao died of illness. In the second year, Cao Pi usurped the throne of Korea and honored Cao Cao as the emperor of Wu Zuwu. Pi claimed to be Emperor Wen, changed and made Luoyang his capital.
Only Emperor Wen asked, "Thief Zhao Yun, will you surrender me?" Yun snapped, "I would rather die than surrender." Emperor Wen asked again, "Liu Bei's Guan Yunchang and zhang yi De have both fallen. How did the cloud fall? " Cloud said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense! General Hou Jun and his master were like brothers. He was killed in Maicheng, and the general died in Langzhong. How can he surrender to Wei? " Emperor Wen said, "Believe it or not, how can the clouds look behind me?" The cloud said, "Don't slander me." I kept silent. I was so surprised that I couldn't help secretly looking at two people: one was extraordinary in appearance and had a beautiful beard; A person's face is like black charcoal and his eyes are like two bells. The more you look at the cloud, the more suspicious it becomes. "Right and wrong are reversed, and black and white are difficult to distinguish. Isn't that right?"
Then Wendi said, "If you still don't believe me, go see someone else." Say a person, bloated and obscene. Holding a bowl of wine, pass zhaoyun. Cloud exclaimed: "Little Master! He stared at Wendi with great fear in his heart: "If this thief deceives my young master, he will die a natural death! "Wendi clapped his hands and laughed." The general was joking, but he died today. " Zhaoyun said nothing, but Liu Chan said simply, "Your majesty treats me very well. Why do you say that? Why didn't Zilong submit to your majesty and become an official and knighted? " Yun's heart was cold, but his mouth said, "Born as a general of Shu, he died as a ghost of Shu, and the cloud will not fall. Emperor Wendi said, "Shu has perished. What can a general be loyal to? Yun said, "Yun just wants to die to repay my Lord." . "Wendi asked again," Is the general really not going to surrender? " The cloud replied, "Don't say anything more. Wendi sighed, "What a brave man." . "Step forward, took the zen month in the hands of the wine bowl.
Cloud with a grain of salt, Wendi sighed in his ear: "Shu has such a good general, and it is not prosperous." It is really invisible, and it has its own destiny. Does the general have unfinished business? " Zhao Yun smiled sadly: "I haven't seen my predecessor pacify this troubled times, and the world is peaceful. Yun Xin is not reconciled." Wendi Deng smiled: "If so, Zhao Zilong, I will give you a peaceful world."
Say that finish, the wine in the bowl fell to the ground under your feet. Hearing the wind behind him, he knew he was dying. Zhao Yun said to himself, "My late emperor, Prime Minister, I have no gratitude. Where is the cloud going?" Close your eyes and wait for a long time before the knife falls. Yun Xin was surprised. When he looked at it, he saw that he was still riding a horse. There was no giving! Black and white impermanence does not know when it is near, thoughtfully.
Black impermanence said, "The general knows that he will die if he does not surrender. Why doesn't he forget loyalty? " The cloud said, "The cloud doesn't fall, but it doesn't. Yun Zhong's fault is not Shu Han, but the benevolence and righteousness in his chest. It is better to die if righteousness is lost. " Bai impermanence said, "What is the great righteousness?" The cloud said, "Naturally, the world is at peace." Black-and-white impermanence looked at each other and bowed in unison, saying, "Your Excellency respects the general's loyalty and courage, but also remembers that the general didn't make a mistake and didn't end his life, so he didn't take his life. But the general is too obsessed, afraid that his hit will not go well. He also hopes that the general will wake up soon. " Before Zhao Yun could speak, he pushed behind him and fell into the water again, both man and horse.
Zhaoyun leisurely wake up, but see d beside, look hard to worry. When Zhao Yun woke up, he was overjoyed and said, "I ran a race with Zilong today. I don't know why Zilong suddenly let out a cry and fell off his horse. Really scared me. " Looking around the clouds, I saw a stone tablet hidden in the grass in the distance, and the words "the gate of hell" were written, only to know that today's adventure was just a dream of Conan, which made me feel ridiculous. Thinking about the impermanence of black and white, I thought: I have been fighting in Zhao Zilong all my life, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow. The world is so big, Zhao Zilong is just a little rain in the pool, so it's hard to make waves. I hope to choose a good master to accompany Long proudly to Kyushu, and now the world is three points. Who is the real dragon? Where should the cloud go? It turns out that the world is not peaceful, and it is not peaceful. I feel stupid to think so. But it is:
I am a brave and fearless Zhao Zilong.
Looking back in troubled times, I suddenly sigh that life is like a dream.
Describe the scenery
Thousands of miles drunk.
With a beep, I walked into the entrance with my Octopus card. Looking back, I asked, "Is the balance enough? Let's take a boat when we come back. "
"That's enough." My mother said.
We are the last few. I found a seat near the ship's rail, and my mother sat next to me. I waved to my dad, who shook his head and stood on the fenced deck beside the boat.
I'm in Victoria Bay now. We are going to take a boat to see the night view.
The sea breeze is fishy. I walked a lot during the day, curled up my sore legs and looked at the sea outside the ship in the warm sea breeze. The night is like ink, and sometimes bright lights on the shore fall on it, such as diamond starlight.
I sighed: "It's amazing!"
When the ship moved slowly at sea, the starlight was dispersed. More scenery comes into view, flashing neon lights and all kinds of beautiful lights, so far away and so close. ...
My mother asked, "Is that clock wrong?"
After careful study, my father and I despised each other: "That's an advertisement for someone else's watch!" " "
The voyage is not long. Ten minutes later, after a turn, we got off the boat.
Next to it is a square. A bell tower wrapped in soft golden light is independent of this. It was so high that we retreated to the edge of the square with our cameras, but we still couldn't get a panoramic view of it. The spire of the bell tower sank into the gray clouds, and only a vague shadow could be seen.
I have a feeling. It always overlooks Hong Kong from here. Standing at this height, you can see the lights and traffic, and you can see the epitome of a modern city.
Then its hand went straight ahead, recording every moment of the city.
Next to it is the observation deck. We walked up the stairs.
My dad touched the glass fence and said, "The difference between Hongkong and China is that if this observation deck is in China, there must be various shops next to it, and there must be a charge."
Thinking of the 120-yuan sightseeing elevator at Huangguoshu Waterfall, I added, "Just like the Ocean Park in Hong Kong, if it is in China, it will definitely not be charged only once, and most of the popular projects in it will have to be charged again."
My mother totally agrees.
There are not many people on the observation deck, and we breathe cool air on it, which is very wet and soft. Then we sat on the edge of the steps and looked around. Victoria Harbour gently occupied the whole view.
At that moment, I was suddenly moved. The bright lights on the other side of the river covered the clouds in the sky with silver-white light, flying over the whole ocean like church hymns. Colored lanterns are constantly changing colors and shapes, and their eyes are captured by magic ... It is a brilliant flower field, and its fragrance melts into the sea, precipitating a lot of joy and sadness ... At the other end of the galaxy, it seems that an ancient voice is echoing. Is it a tear in history? Impressed by the city's efforts? Or just which train is rubbing its wheels on the track under its feet. ...
Lights are thousands of stars, connected in a line, vaguely outlining a coastline. It seems that it really is, a thousand miles drunk.
My dad sighed: "The house in Central Hong Kong is the most expensive in the world, which really makes sense."
I took out my mobile phone to take pictures. Trying to record the mood of this moment.
However, this is not enough. What the camera takes is never more real than what you see with your own eyes. Even if you see it with your own eyes, sometimes it may not be true.
I don't know Hong Kong. I don't know Hong Kong either. Even after living here for a few days, I only remember Cantonese, Cantonese dialect, Mandarin, subway and afternoon tea. But at this moment, I believe that I love it, even if it is love at first sight.
I stretched out my hands to the other side of the sea, trying to embrace this beautiful world.
4. Childhood stories
Disappeared like fireworks
When I was young, my hometown had not become an abstract concept for me. The Spring Festival is the most festive day of the year, visiting relatives, setting off firecrackers and asking for lucky money ... Only at this time of the year can my father, who has been working in other places all the year round, have a good leisure at home for more than ten days.
When I was a child, I especially liked to set off firecrackers and fireworks. Probably for a child of six or seven years old, this little squeaky and luminous gadget is really novel.
There is always the first shot in the yard. This is a kind of small firecrackers. Generally, when you throw it on the ground with your hand, there will be an explosion. Before the 30th anniversary of every year, every family's children run around the yard throwing cannons. A box of more than ten, only 50 cents, is the best color for Chinese New Year. There are also some naughty children, with cats around their waists, hiding behind bicycles (there is a big bicycle shed at the corner of the yard where they used to live). When someone passes by, they throw it at their feet. If they are not prepared, they are easily frightened, but when adults see them, they will always be scolded.
Not everyone can play with guns. Kind of like a match. There is a layer of wiping paper on the outside of the box, which feels rough. You need to hold one end of the firecrackers with your hands, rub it hard, then throw it aside and explode after the fire. Younger children are not allowed to play with firecrackers, because if they move slowly, they are easily burned by falling sparks. I heard that a child in the yard was shot in the eye by a Martian and went to the hospital without being cured. I just don't know if it's true. So there are still a few timid girls in the yard. They don't play with firecrackers, but they stand timidly on the flower beds and hide every time. Igniting a gun is similar to wiping a gun, except that a primer is needed to ignite it first and then throw it away.
It turns out that when we were young, fireworks were not called fireworks. We all call them colorful oriental fireworks. There is a kind of cold fireworks in foreign fireworks, which we called wands when we were young. When I was a child, I liked playing with wands best, because it was the only foreign fireworks without worrying about hot hands. After lighting up, there are gold and silver lights, floating around like snowflakes. Touching the light of the wand with your hand tickles comfortably. There are still some for sale in Chengdu now, but not many. This year, I went to all the sales outlets nearby and only found a box of cold fireworks. Probably because cold fireworks are too cheap, there is not much profit to be made, and people nowadays don't like this kind of non-exciting gadget.
There are many kinds of celestial cannons, some single, some 100. But at that time, most of them were 10 and 20 rounds, and they often misfired halfway. When I was a child, the biggest foreign fireworks at home were 20 celestial cannons, and the price was relatively the most expensive. A bundle of eight fireworks costs more than 50 yuan If sold separately, it's almost ten dollars each. At that time, ten dollars was not a small sum for a child-I still remember that the pocket money at that time was thirty cents a day. Later, I grew up a little and rose to fifty cents. If I were older, I wouldn't ask my family for pocket money any more. Therefore, a family usually buys a bundle and lights one every day, from the 30 th to the seventh day of the lunar calendar. This kind of celestial cannon, which now looks extremely shabby, was really wonderful at that time. It lights a fire every night, aiming at the sky, expecting a small flower to burst with a crisp sound in the dark sky.
The second retreat has basically disappeared in Chengdu. It's very similar to a cannon, except that it has to be fried on the ground before it can fly into the air and collapse. Poor quality kicks hurt people easily, so they gradually withdrew from the stage in Spring Festival travel rush.
The overlord whip is also a very popular foreign fireworks. It turns out that overlord whip refers to a kind of folk dance, also known as full-body ring and Hua Gun. When jumping the overlord whip, you should buckle the flower towel with one hand and hold the bamboo piece or the middle end of the whip with the other hand, and hit the arms, legs, shoulders, waist, back, arch, knees, hips, elbows, palms and other parts or the ground in turn. This kind of fireworks is about a foot long. After lighting one end, it will explode continuously, just like dancing, hence the name overlord whip. This kind is generally very cheap, as long as one or two cents, which is the favorite of thinner boys. Every time I get a "reward" during the Chinese New Year (from the first day to the fifteenth day, children get an pocket money by saying auspicious words in front of their elders, usually one or two pieces), they will be replaced by a bully whip, which will crackle all day long.
Speaking of Chinese New Year, we can't forget firecrackers. Firecrackers have been sacred to ward off evil spirits since ancient times, so every household will light a string in the corridor at home on New Year's Eve. During the Chinese New Year, setting off firecrackers is the biggest thing for hometown people. The louder the sound, the more auspicious it is. The more guns, the better. For ordinary people, 30 to 50 firecrackers are enough. If a family spends money on 100 firecrackers, it is a matter of long face. I hope all the neighbors can hear me when I order. I used to live in a unit building, and several buildings formed a community. If firecrackers spread far in any neighborhood, my mother-in-law would grumble while knitting.
"Ring, blessed this year ..."
My mother-in-law died in Chengdu a few years ago. Every New Year and Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family of four will still go to the grave and light a string of firecrackers. It's just that there are many kinds of firecrackers now, such as electric sparks, and two or three hundred rounds are more common.
The Spring Festival Gala in recent years is really ugly. I can't bear to see half this year. I mentioned the firecrackers and fireworks I had prepared the day before and went downstairs to set them off. Father and cousin are also going. Nowadays, fireworks abroad are all called fireworks, and some are also called fireworks. They're too expensive. It costs more than 500 if you buy them casually. In this more than 500 fireworks, in this magnificent misty rain for nearly three hours, in this gorgeous fireworks feast, I will never see those gadgets and tricks of my childhood again.
In the yard of their new home, a dozen five-or six-year-old children were playing with electric fireworks, and several children blew hundreds of cannons at the ground several times. Colorful flames roared past the feet of pedestrians, causing a burst of exclamation.
The three of us drove all the way to Funan River with huge fireworks weighing more than ten kilograms, and watched the magnificent and dazzling light sink high into the gorgeous night sky without arousing a ripple.
Three hundred rounds of fireworks can really burn for a long time. Gradually, the crowd dispersed, and we stood by silently, watching the beautifully packaged fireworks howl alone in a harmonious night, gradually disappearing and disappearing.
Our old friends are saying goodbye to us in their own way and clumsy way. Bow gently, turn away quietly, and finally die like fireworks.
In their view, these will never be too fast.
I lit all the cold fireworks with the overlord whip, which was ten times more magnificent than my childhood memories. I don't think it will be sold again next year.
"Thank you for the time you spent with me."
"Thank you for the wonderful memories you left me."
"Goodbye ..."
5. Science fiction stories (well, this may add up)
Peony is dead.
Grandpa said, "That peony can't be raised any more. It's time to refine. "
I pulled open the leaves and looked at them. It's bright, but the petals are a little withered.
Grandpa said, "Look again, and be careful that the flowers hook your soul."
That peony has been raised for many years. I collected its leaves and let them lie soft on the flowers.
At night, a beautiful woman fell asleep, with almond eyes and eyebrows, wrinkled face, half arm hair and graceful dress. The beauty walked gracefully to the front and whispered, "Sister, my place is too cloudy, please help me move it."
That sound will only make people crisp. The next morning, I moved the peony basin to the balcony.
That night, the beauty came again, looked forward with a smile and said, "Sister, I have worked hard here, please bring some water."
I scooped up another half bowl of water and carefully poured a circle on the flower mud.
Grandpa scolded: "the little baby really took the bait!" "
On the third night, the beauty came to my dream again and sighed, "Sister, are you really afraid that I am a monster who eats people's hearts?"
Seeing me, I shouldn't have added, "When he bought me back, he only praised me as a beautiful country. After a few years, I became vulgar again. I am afraid that I am old today and want to drive me away. "
He turned and murmured, "Sister, it is fate to meet you among thousands of people. I won't hurt you, just please bury me. "
It is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of life between the eyebrows, and the ecstasy is naturally broken. Without looking closely, the beautiful woman's sleeves are swaying, and the fragrant wind is blowing on her face, and there is no trace to be found.
Get up early in the morning and see peony flowers blooming all night. In the breeze, there was a faint fragrance of last night, but only empty branches were left at the entrance.
Grandpa said, "If it's really exquisite, it's also the baby's life." Cover it with dirt.
Too bad about that. I buried it under the willow tree in the garden. That year, willows were green all year round.
Winter vacation life arrangement.
It's ... I'm chewing it. You'd better write it yourself-
Supplement: absolutely original, I am also a high school student ... well, it probably meets the requirements of high school, right?