Three Tales

These are three interconnected stories that will get you thinking, written by a Grade 10 student with a real talent for crafting a narrative.

1.

The sun of the Arctic, Greenland's aurora, the fairies on E8-44. All the most beautiful bodies, the most gorgeous adjectives, and the most spectacular sights in the world will pale in comparison to her.

It would not be unfair for a world that could not give birth to such beautiful creatures to be destroyed. Thousands of years ago, the first wise man to understand the mysteries of the human body revealed her inevitable arrival. Create the greatest interpretation, the future of mankind. In the end, it will turn into blood and rot into mud, and become part of the bridge that builds mankind to the future. Now it appears before me. How could I go against my nature and let down the hopes of all mankind? If I let it go, future bridges will become dangerous because of the lack of a plank. How many of the 1.4 billion people in the world will fall into the abyss because of this? The success or failure of sinners throughout the ages lies in this moment. I must watch my words and deeds, put away my fangs, and put on a human appearance. The movements must be standard and the strikes must be ruthless. Remember my mission: to cast it into planks on a bridge representing the future of mankind. For the future of mankind. For a new home. I will take it!

I need to get close to it first. There are excellent colors hidden under its jade-like skin. Just as all water will return to the sea, I will become a shepherd to lead the lost lamb to remember her mission in life. Every drop of paint plays its role: dyeing the bridge between history and the future with its color, allowing people who have lost their way while walking on the bridge to correctly understand the direction of the future.

Then understand it. There are not only pigments in its body but also the most critical bridge bones. This is the key to allowing 1.4 billion people to move forward side by side without collapsing. The fact that human history can continue to this point is not only due to the efforts of those who laid the bridge pillars but also to the generations of bridge bones who have silently paid for their compatriots.

Eventually, transform it and it will eventually become a bridge plate. Bridge builders must withstand the temptation, but also consider the risks. Paying this level of effort for all mankind is by no means an easy task. Many of the bridge builders from generation to generation were arrested by demons and fell into hell because the world and self slowed down their progress. So the world of that era will decline because of this person's mistakes until new hope appears. I can see that it will be the last bridge plate, which means that the human species will finally end its fate of being bound by time. People no longer have only three options: forward, backward, and stay. In other words, humanity will enter a whole new dimension because of me. In the vast sea of stars, we can only walk across the bridge of time and board the ark of dimensions. Before you can set off.

Boarding the ark was inevitable, but there was something wrong with the wood.

I was still discovered by demons and they called me a murderer. I have long known that killing people is the only way to build bridges. But now I have to escape. She will board the ark with me. After the demons forget me, I will cast it into a perfect bridge plate and let other humans set sail with me. There must be a place for me and her in the new dimension.

2. 

Dogs are cute, that’s what I think, it’s not public knowledge. Dogs are a kind of contradiction. To say that a person has a dog nose means that the person has a keen sense of smell, which should be a happy event. However, to say that a person is like a dog, "a person resembles a dog" is a derogatory connotation. So people either love dogs or not. Dogs can be loyal, dirty, and lowly. However, it is not difficult to understand if you want to explain, after all, it is common knowledge that dogs can't compare with humans. As for whether they are inferior to dogs or superior to dogs, it depends on whether the speaker is a human or a dog. 

In ancient times, there was a family who had a dog. One morning, the dog barked. The owner was startled when he heard the dog barking, he saw the dog digging dirt in the backyard. He walked over and discovered that there were several pieces of gold in the pit. The owner was overjoyed and rewarded the dog with three bones. Early the next morning, the dog barked again, frightening the owner's liver and gallbladder to pieces. The owner was very happy because he saw the dog digging holes in the tree and stepped forward to help it. He was angry when he saw that there were only a few copper coins in the pit. In the early morning of the third day, the dog barked one after another. The owner angrily took a hatchet and cut open the dog's belly. except for the dogs had already gone live, he found nothing

Dogs are very loyal. It is really sad for dogs that they have been domesticated by humans, good and bad, for so many years and still cannot be known for their loyalty. Or maybe this is just wishful thinking of human beings, and the most loyal thing has to be human beings. There was a butcher who had an old woman and a dog at home. The butcher worked in the city and only occasionally visited his old mother. Every time he came home, his mother would prepare a whole pigeon for him to make soup, and feed the pigeon skeleton to the dog. At first, the butcher came home every three days, so the dog would drool and wait to eat the skeleton as soon as it saw the butcher. But as the butcher gradually became lazy, he went home less and less often. Returning home again, the dog had already forgotten how to eat when he saw the skeleton. The butcher was so ashamed that he vowed to let the dog live a good life in the future. From then on, the butcher was considered the most filial son in the city.

When we gradually discovered that no matter good or bad, dogs are gradually abstracted into a kind of will, a character, and an attitude rather than a living dog. Maybe in the future, we will all become people wearing dog skins.

3.

I climbed out of bed as usual. The feeling of being able to get up without climbing a ladder was both familiar and unfamiliar. The peeling wall was filled with milky white paint, and the sunlight slanted shot through the window, through the shadow of the tree. If I remember correctly, it should be oak, which is the most common species in schools. In addition to oak trees, there are also sycamores and ginkgos. In my childhood neighborhood, there were white magnolias with wide leaves and magnolia grandiflora with smoother leaves. There was also a particularly eye-catching cherry blossom wrapped in a green tree. And there was a tree named by me, the tree is called the "Bullfrog Tree". It is said that the bullfrogs that are dissected during the school's experiments every year will eventually be buried under the tree. I dug up the tree in my dream. Inside is a croaking goat. To a certain extent, goats are also a kind of bullfrog. They both have four legs, like to jump and have tongues that can stick out. And I have never seen a bullfrog. I rode the goat and jumped from the window into the teaching building. There was a bench where the male and female protagonists in the movie had their first conversation. The female protagonist's famous line was: "I don't like asking and answering myself. That makes me look stupid." Come to the music classroom to see me tomorrow and I will tell you the answer." I am not the male protagonist and I have never heard of a music classroom in the school. Maybe there is a piano called Music, and the answer is where she is. The view from behind the bench is the library. I come here every morning to read. There is no one else and it is very quiet. The administrator is a physical education teacher with a thick neck and a crew cut. The goat I was riding stopped at this time. A girl climbed out of the window and fell on the back of my goat. I will take this girl home and she will be kidnapped by me. Eat mine, use mine, go to the beach with me to look at the stars, I will teach her to ride my goat, and finally I found out that she is a witch when I was threatened by her. That's what it says in the book. I don’t know why, even though it is night, the sun still shines on me. When I saw the weekly math test with a score of 58 after finishing the band rehearsal, and when I practiced Peking Opera in the dance studio, the goat would lick the sweat from my face. When I was told that it was okay to sweat so much, the sun happened to be there. I never thought about where the sun would be when I had to perform both ensemble and Peking Opera in one day. It should have been blocked by my tiger hat. When I made a mistake and regretted it, I was halfway through removing the makeup from my painted face. I used to walk with people on the playground. There was a dark-skinned boy who was very humorous, a lean boy with semi-long hair who liked to repeat what people said and was good at giving speeches, and a fat boy who just transferred to the sixth grade and could read palms. He later will tell me that I have a long line of wealth and life, and everyone at the venue will want to be friends with me. But before that, we will walk like normal people on the playground during physical education class. We chase when we say something wrong. We will laugh together when we meet people we don’t like. Discussing jokes on the undeveloped Internet at that time seemed to be standing still, because soon I would meet a sly person who would pull me to the abandoned parallel bars in the woods the day before the final exam and let me break my back. good. There was a pair of twins who transferred to our school, or the transfer rate of our school made me feel strange every six months. Some of the twins also looked different. The black boy was two-dimensional, the lean boy only cared about bullying me and being hated by me, and the fat fortune teller had become a smuggler in the school. And I'm the only one still debating whether the twins' sister is prettier. I am still chatting with her to this day.  She lives in a villa and is in the second dimension. Before that, I had been trapped by love. We were all little brats. At a time when it was still popular to talk about filthy people, I was mistakenly assigned to an excellent class for one semester. She was my earliest deskmate. She would be with me. She said in sign language that I was a two-faced person. I was not angry. I added her phone number account with my fists clenched on the toilet that night. That semester was when I had the best grades. After that, I had no luck with her.  The fat smuggler was a day student, and his smuggled goods were spicy sticks and various snacks. He made a lot of money before he was caught.There were two black men, one fat and one thin. The fat one was a two-dimensional creature and the thin one was a monkey. He soiled my book and I almost knocked him down. I had practiced Taekwondo, but when I met him, I kicked the ugliest kick in my life. I'm fat and my body is very weak. Taekwondo, which I considered a shame because I was weak, stopped after a while, but my brother got a black belt. Every class has a natural leader. The closest I came to defeating that leader in my life was during a preschool trip. That leader had no real power, but couldn’t let go and was made to cry. And I was called someone who doesn’t know how to watch Sherlock Holmes. How stupid. Later she became the class president, a tall and thin girl with an American soul. A group will have a common enemy at every stage. First, it was a fat boy with yellow glasses, then it was an American transfer student, and the one before I left was a mermaid. He was from my dormitory and had the habit of getting up at six o'clock every day to practice for IELTS and TOEFL. He is now in the United States. My dormitory has the smartest merman in the class, the sports student with the worst grades, and a gay guy with glasses and soft hair who is hard to evaluate. I had three dormitories, three were bullied, two were transferred to other dormitories, and one finally got along peacefully. I have learned an unpopular brass instrument, joined the orchestra to perform at Fudan University, and then quit. The first half of my school life was bitter but happy. The watershed was a strong wind blown by bat wings and a winter that seemed to never end. After that, the goat, the girl, the bullfrog, and the sun all left me. I once walked in the park with one of them because of a brief conversation that I have now forgotten. She held my arm, holding it tightly, but I forgot about it after I lost her. Maybe it's just a dream. The goat was bulldozed along with the cafe that had been with me for half a hard year, and it would never croak again. The sun was blocked by my hat. He asked the breeze to help convey the message, but it was blocked twice by my mask. After that, all the memories became beautiful and hazy. I remember there were birds talking to me in the tree house. I would go there every day and play in the sand under the tree house. Then go to the library. Repeat the round trip. I was pinned down, and the teachers around me looked at me with sympathy and tears. I was taken out of that world. But still at ease. Things that had been foreshadowed for a long time happened in ordinary daily life. Maybe the sun never stopped turning. Countless ordinary suns were forgotten by me in the tree house, in the sand, in the gaps of books, and in the hair of goats. I still have a lot of things that have been turned into black and white, like peeling wallpaper. From now on I will be my companion when traveling, and all kinds of people will see me in vain. In an era where the Internet is fastly developing, the distance between me and them is getting farther and farther. Only fall, bugs and the final season remain.