Zhang Ailing: We will all meet our opponents.

In the national hour, there are more than 20 students in our class, and only 7 in the scorpion. The teacher first asked the piano to be a member of the study committee, and found that my voice was very generous and generous, and appointed me to be a literary committee member.

The teachers are very willing to be our class teacher: there are fewer girls and less worry. They have forgotten: girls are born to cover up. In fact, the literary and art committee members and the study committee are very incompatible!

I don't know when my heart sneaked into the body and grew up with the body. My score with the piano is too close. The teacher often praises us or one of us. Evenly matched forces have hostility. Qin Xian pulls the gang, she pulls the five girls to play happily, and go to school to kiss and go hot. I am alone in the playground or when I go home, hate the piano and bite my teeth.

One evening, I played taboos with my seniors. When I jumped to the dark, I remembered my schoolbag. The schoolbag was locked in the classroom. When I was in a hurry, I found that the glass in the classroom door was just broken. I opened the door and took the bag and was about to come out. I suddenly thought of the piano. I couldn’t help but steal the lock. She was on the day. I can't take out my schoolbags and I can't do my homework. I really want to train my teacher. She has long been looking forward to this day! The old hatred of new hatred is unbearable, and I want to take revenge. As soon as I saw that there was a piece of chalk on the podium, I still gave her a nickname and gave her a look! Written on the piano's desk by the last light in the classroom. After writing the revenge, I jumped out of the classroom and threw it away.

The next day, I learned how to enter the door. The piano was stunned and I saw that my volume doubled. The most troublesome thing is that on the road, the piano used her snoring to carry out a chase on me. I was like a gray mouse, and the piano became a hero of the rat.

The piano is very capable of swearing, referring to the mulberry, breaking the pleats. In her snoring, I didn't have time to think about my own stupidity, but the original shackles became completely hateful.

In the fifth grade, my cousin also transferred to our class. The cousin's performance began to lead, the piano is not convinced, privately said she is a reread student. The words were passed over, and the cousin stood firm. There were two gangs in the girls’ camp, and they looked at each other.

We often dig together and think about each other. One day, I found that the piano "has a long face and a trace of meat, and it is not like a good thing at first glance", which makes us happy for a while, especially the "cross-cut meat" that often describes the bad guys, which makes me feel a lot of grievances. .

We all thought that we were very smart and we took it for granted. Everyone was stupid when they released the results of the test. The teacher thought that the most promising couples and even cousins ​​were not admitted to the long-awaited key middle school.

Perhaps because of that fiasco, the piano grew older than us. One day I went shopping with my mother and saw the piano far away. I turned my head early and heard the piano asking: "Auntie, go to the street?"

Mom said, "Yeah. Qin, you have time to come to my house to play."

"Hey."

When the piano went far, I asked, "Mom, what do you care about for her? You don't know if we are not good?"

My mother gave me a look: "She is sensible at the age of two, and people want to reconcile."

"I won't reconcile with her!"

Although my mother had been instructed for a long time, I couldn't forget the evils of the piano. The gaze that she had encountered in several times was rejected with indifference.

After many years, I slowly came over: no matter where we are, no matter what we do, we will meet our opponents. We like to list our opponents as enemies too much. I like them too much. When a person truly grows up, he begins with a sincere appreciation of his opponent.