Studying outside, physical and mental fatigue, it is inevitable that one day I will get up or have a bump on my cheek, or my legs are red and swollen. The author's bedroom is like a pigsty, wonderful, and the upper bunk is too lazy to wash clothes. It is rumored that a pair of underwear was worn for two weeks, then turned inside out in the second week, and finally got scabies. Because he stepped on my bed all day, I was not spared. At night, the whole bed creaked and his pajamas were dripping with blood, but he didn't recover. This is why Buddhism was founded in India and developed in China.

The next day, I went to the school hospital to tuck me in. The school doctor already knew me very well, so he put his hand on my shoulder and asked me why I came here. When I said scabies, she took it back from my shoulder, saying that the school conditions were limited and it was impossible to make a diagnosis. It's best to go to a big hospital.

So I went to a big hospital. Although the big hospital is big, the windows at the registration office are like mouse holes, and one hand can barely reach in. I paid the registration fee and waited for a long time, but nothing happened inside. Carefully bent over, suddenly stretched out a white palm, itchy all over, scared half. After filling out the form, I put it in my hand and retracted it, and there was no movement inside. I spent half a day flying out to find some coins.

I took the medical record card to the dermatology department, but there were conference rooms all the way, from the first conference room to the N conference room. Too much tea in the meeting will inevitably lead to going to the toilet, so there is a toilet next to the meeting room. Looking for it for a long time, there is no dermatology department. So I asked a doctor, who was so cold that he didn't even look, pointing to an empty wall behind his ass: "There." He took a few steps and found that dermatology and surgery were together in conscience.

An old man undergoing surgery was reading a medical book and was about to say hello. A woman behind him stepped in front of me and handed me the medical record card. The old gentleman is poised and looks like an alcoholic. He touched the woman several times and asked, "What's the matter with you?" The woman was stunned by this question. I guess she must be scolding the doctor for talking nonsense, but she didn't come to the hospital when she knew what was going on. The woman said that her hand was bruised and festered. When she finished lifting her sleeves, the doctor indicated that it was unnecessary and immediately prescribed a prescription. The disease was diagnosed in less than 30 seconds, which is probably the most efficient place in the country. The school doctor is very experienced in this field and advised me not to look for such a careless doctor in advance. So, I changed a female doctor.

How do you know that the doctors in this hospital seem to have made a statement in advance, and the female doctor also asked me what happened. I told her I was itchy. The female doctor is more serious and wants me to point out the itchy place, but I was resting just now and I can't point out where it is at the moment. The doctor laughed at me for not being ill, which was hard for me to refute. Suddenly, the itch came unexpectedly. First, it floated up a little from my elbow. I dare not move, for fear of scaring off the itch. Then I scratched my finger a few times, and it really fooled me and became more and more rampant. I totally lured it out. I pointed to it and shouted, "This! Here! This! " The doctor looked at it and said, "Is this it?" This sentence was heard by latent itch, and I was very dissatisfied. I came out to prove it to the doctor. The doctor smiled and said, "Good! Good! " I'm very glad to hear that. My hands kept scratching on me, my back kept rubbing on the back of the chair, and my feet kept rubbing against each other.

After greeting, the doctor wrote it on the back of the medical record card. I have met two kinds of doctors: one is knowledgeable and can write for half a day. The content is nothing more than "the whole body suddenly itches ... the feet, head and abdomen itch everywhere ... when the patient itches, the symptoms are as follows ..." I once heard a doctor write very well, and the patient was asleep. There is also a doctor who cherishes words like gold and writes an "itch" on a big card. The female doctor I met today is different from the first two. After writing a paragraph, she became shy and had nothing to write about. Look at my colleagues. They are writing articles at their desks. The medical record card has been written in black, which is quite spectacular. At first glance, it represents authority and knowledge. Not to be outdone, the female doctor couldn't write a few words, and she was afraid that her embarrassment would be seen through by me, so she had to talk to me one day. She looked at the card and knew my name was "Han Han", but she didn't know how to pronounce Mandarin. She closed her eyes and read: "Yuan Han!" Sigmund Freud has a book "Psychopathology of EVndny Life", which says that deliberately mispronouncing a person's name is tantamount to an insult. I'm not sure if she mispronounced it on purpose, so I can't vent it, and I can't help but admit that I'm "cold in the garden".

After a while, she flew like a pen, and the words became longer and longer. I finally got a pager and told me to get the medicine. I took the prescription and looked at it. I saw irregular dots and coils on it. But I studied for many years and pretended to be very knowledgeable, but I didn't understand a word. I once met an intern who just came out of college. The little girl who just became a doctor is proud, her handwriting is horizontal and vertical, and her pen is vigorous and powerful. She accidentally made a mistake and used an eraser, but the speed was too slow. It often takes half a day to write a word. If she was in an emergency, I'm afraid the patient would have died before the medical record was finished. There are fewer and fewer doctors who write so hard. I once read a short article saying that today's incomprehensible words are the so-called weeds, and the hospital is a place where experts from all over the world gather. A doctor may not be a physician all his life, but entering the hospital means that you are a calligrapher.

I didn't expect the toll booth to be illiterate, so an old doctor next to me asked what this word was. After asking, he said he didn't have this medicine, fearing that I would go to the drugstore to buy it. I ran back to the female surgeon. She looked at me for a long time and asked, "What's the matter with you?" There is a passage in Father and Son. "The warden invited Chanove and Bazarov to sit in the hall. A few minutes later, he invited them again, but regarded them as brothers and called them Kosolov. " Who knows that the situation today is more serious? She didn't know anyone for a few seconds! When she saw that I finally recognized me for a long time, she was as excited as the reunion of mother and son, but she couldn't name me. In Turgenev's Smoke, Ratmirov forgot the name of Livinov, which is understandable. Russian names are like a train. If they are too long, they will be unfamiliar, and it is unforgivable to forget my name. When I walked out of surgery, I heard a doctor in internal medicine scold the patient for being stupid. The patient said timidly, "Here-please use it on the wall-thank you, goodbye, I'm sorry." I sighed and laughed at the patient's innocence. I didn't know these words were addressed to us, which meant that I didn't forget to say "thank you, goodbye and sorry" to the doctor when I saw him.

Script-Jing M.Guo (The Third New Concept Preliminary Competition)

I like Wong Kar-wai's movies, which started 17+N years ago, and n is greater than or equal to zero.

I am now 17 years old, and my math teacher said that the range of N is really unreasonable.

In fact, there is nothing unreasonable. To put it in a well-known way, I loved Wong Kar-wai's movies in my last life, and then I drank less or vomited a little when I drank Meng Po Tang, just to get rid of everything about Wong Kar-wai in my mind, so my hobby in my last life was persistent in my life.

Speaking of Meng Po Tang, I think we can make another movie similar to Wong Kar-wai style. At the beginning of the picture, it was dark, then a beam of light overhead shone on a very vicissitudes man, and his expression was calm or numb. Then a deep voice-over began to emerge: I drank less Meng Po soup in my previous life, so I have some inexplicable memories in this life, which made my life trance. ...

Good, good, I think I may be a big director in the future, like a defender. Or be a screenwriter like Li Bihua. I remember the first time I saw a Wong Kar-wai movie, I secretly told myself that I would write a script for Wong Kar-wai in the future. Later, I learned that Wong Kar-wai never used scripts to make movies. Laugh.

The left bank of the river

There is a man named Zuo An. He appeared in my subconscious and emerged in my script.

Zuo An is a rock musician and a very spiritual poet. He has long shiny hair, bright eyes and thin lips.

The left bank is called the left bank instead of the right bank because it is extreme, angry, impulsive and conceited. Very left.

Just like me.

It's hard to imagine a 16-year-old child meeting these four words. But sometimes there are miracles or accidents.

In "Chongqing Forest", Wong Kar-wai asked Takeshi Kaneshiro to eat canned pineapple, waiting for a miracle.

One sunny day when I was fifteen, I stood up and interrupted the teacher's lecture, and then told him that the to here is not an infinitive structure, but a preposition, so it should not be followed by a verb. Then I proudly wait for the teacher's praise. As a result, I waited for a miracle, and I was luckier than Takeshi Kaneshiro. What I am waiting for is the instant embarrassment of the English teacher and the irrepressible anger that follows. He waved his arms aimlessly in the air and shouted to me, Sit down. I said, it's your fault. Why should I sit down? Then everything got out of hand.

Finally, he said to me: Don't take my class in the future.

Then I said to him: I can skip your class now.

I remember slamming the door when I rushed out of the classroom.

Then I graduated from school with full marks in foreign languages.

When I left, I said to him: I finally won. His expression suddenly became very tired, just like an oil lamp struggling to flash before it went out. The so-called instant aging should be like this, right?

When I turned around, I heard him whisper behind me: You never understood, I thought you understood ... Now I am seventeen years old, standing at the gate of the adult world, looking inward. I think I was too young, too impulsive, too proud and too blind. In fact, everything is superfluous, for a verb.

Beautiful mistake.

In retrospect, the road is always thrilling. I remember Bai once said. All right, let's go back to the left bank.

He lives in an attic of several square meters and walks around the room barefoot every night. The wooden floor creaked.

"It's still dark in the silent night/taking advantage of the glory of Beijing/walking back and forth slowly with the window open/the red light suddenly turned on/drowned me to peep/the truth lingered with the window open."

He would stand at the window, stare at the dim light outside, and whisper, if I could fly, I would stop being sad ... I would come to an abrupt end when I thought of it. If … then the structure of … is incomplete. Because the left bank never thought about what happened after that. What will happen to me? So what can I do?

Life on the left bank is monotonous repetition. Wong Kar-wai's emptiness and Zhang Ailing's triviality are like an hourglass tossed and turned or a movie replayed constantly. The left bank takes an evasive attitude towards real life, burying its head in the sand like an ostrich and singing loudly: I can't see, I can't see.

Zuo An will miss his girlfriend-his ex-girlfriend. Think about every minute of every day.

He always thinks about what she said when she broke up with him. Lots and lots of words. She said: you are too drifting, I am not used to drifting, and you are too rebellious. You are a naturally lonely but gifted child. Who is your girlfriend, who is the happiest person, is also the most painful person. I am ordinary. I can't stand such a big gap. All I want is ordinary-the kind where a lamp lights up until dawn. I just want to talk to someone, send me roses that you think are tacky, put your hand in his pocket and ask me if I am warm. I am ordinary, so leave me alone.

The left bank only said one sentence. He said: What if no one sings for you in the future? The left bank said this sentence, and tears fell in confusion. His and hers.

Another night. Zuo An misses his girlfriend as usual. But today, his thoughts are extremely presumptuous, sweeping all rational insistence like a scourge. So at one or two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, no matter how the director arranges it, it is late at night. The left bank ran to the telephone booth in the street to make a phone call.

He said with a microphone, I miss you. Do you want to hear me sing? Shall I sing for you? Do you want me to sing? Okay？ Okay？

Then he squatted down and cried, his head buried between his knees. At this time, the director can consider letting the lights enter the telephone booth from time to time. One bright and one dark.

Then the left bank stood up and walked back.

Then the left bank heard the harsh brakes, and he turned around and saw the dazzling headlights and the driver's panicked eyes.

Voice-over: I found my tears burning. I think I should go home. The fog is heavy and the streets are blurred. Why are there so many people waiting in line in front? What are they waiting for? I pushed to the front and found a kind old mother in front of the queue, drinking a bowl of soup for the people in line.

the end

After reading it, my friend asked me: Are you writing a horror movie? I said yes, yes, is it well written? He said, yeah, yeah, great.

I didn't expect it would be a horror film to write about what was covered up in a good student's life. It's shocking to think about it.

The right bank of the river

Right bank is an honest man. If there is a person in this world who is made according to the most reassuring and least frightening conditions, then Right Bank is such a person. The reason why the right bank is called the right bank instead of the left bank is because of his gentleness and his resignation. Exactly.

Keep simple and solid hair on the right bank, wear the right clothes, have the right smile, and use mild and light cologne.

Just like I am now.

I used to be angular, and I even walked very ostentatiously. I slung my backpack sideways and put my hands in my pockets-I was shaking, not walking-and I laughed when I saw beautiful girls.

Now I walk very fast with my backpack on my back, staring at my toes as if looking for something. My classmates said that the probability of finding my wallet would be much higher than others.

Now, don't say let me slam the door. When I was talking to the teacher, I was also thinking about how to use an unrepentant look and how to spit out elegant and decent words. Because the teacher's evaluation is an important chip for the success of senior three.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a great writer and write works that will last forever; I want to be a best-selling novelist when I grow up. Many people will buy my books, so I will have a lot of money. Now I think I can write biographies for people who have more money than they can spend and want to be famous.

When I was a child, my ideal was to be a scientist and build the motherland rich and strong; Later, my ideal was to have a lot of money; Now my dream is to go to Fudan. To put it mildly, "everything starts from reality", to put it mildly, I am becoming more and more secular.

I am a good boy in the eyes of teachers and parents. I have simple eyes and beautiful report cards, quiet personality and other things that are regarded as treasures by my elders. What my mother's colleagues often say to her is: Look, your son is really disappointing, and your life is worth living.

All right, back to the right bank.

The right bank takes the subway at the same time every morning and takes the same seat to work. When he walks out of the ground from the subway station, he will subconsciously block the dazzling sunshine with his hand. At the same time, look at the blue sky cut into geometric figures by tall buildings.

Life on the right bank is also very simple.

Drink pure water in front of the computer during the day and coffee in front of the computer at night.

Simple repetition.

Repetition is an eternal theme in Wong Kar-wai's films. The impermanent fate is presented to you again and again, until N times, just like a person who keeps tearing a wound in front of you, proving to you that "I am bleeding", and finally forcing you to panic, make you feel distressed and make you cry.

Another day, a repeated day, the right bank raised his hand to cover his eyes, and took the subway to work as usual to look up at the blue sky. The difference is that he must hand in a plan today.

Like him, another person, let's call him little B for the time being. Anyway, he is a nobody, and he has to hand in a plan. In the director's office, the director smiled and said, OK, basically, I will correct the inappropriate places.

Then the plan was adopted by the company, but the planner became the director, and the names of Right Bank and Little B appeared in the assistant column.

The difference is that Xiao B reports to his superiors to get an explanation, while the right bank sits quietly in front of the computer, drinking pure water as always.

Later, the director was promoted. The right bank moved into the director's office the day the director left. And little b was transferred to the reference room.

Later, Right Bank became the youngest of the four department managers.

Later, I got married on the right bank and had a daughter. Daughter got married and grandson was born.

After the grandson was born, he was lying in the ward on the right bank. But he is still fat, and the right bank has been fat since he was in his thirties. Lying on the right bank of the hospital, you will remember how you were not fat when you were studying.

Right bank is used to starting memories in the sunny afternoon of the hospital, but memories are always interrupted at the moment of graduation from college.

Finally, one day on the right bank, I remembered my life after graduating from college, computers and pure water, computers and coffee.

On the right bank, it seems that after many days, shouldn't it be a lot? It should be a year or two.

Then the right bank wants to sleep. When his eyelids were about to close, a kind old nurse on the right bank came to his bed and said to him, Get up on the right bank, it's time for soup.

The right bank thought: The hospital is really good now, and there is soup to drink. ...

the end

After reading it, my friend said: Life on the right bank is really boring. It's like swallowing water Instead of living so boring, it is better to jump on the Tiananmen Gate and attract the attention of the whole world.

Life on the right bank is actually to develop the life that will definitely appear in the future according to the present state set by the elders, but I don't want to be scolded so badly by my friends. Secretly frightened.

The third bank of the river

Where is the third bank of the river? Even Shu Ting doesn't know. But I know-that's the river bed! This is just another way of saying it. Just like my name on the Internet, the fourth dimension is actually time. Simple and complicated!

The third bank of the river does not belong to the right bank, nor to the left bank (that belongs to me), but to the transition zone.

The things in the transition zone are the most complicated and difficult to understand, such as the transition elements in chemistry, which makes me quite headache. But complexity and beauty are better than being at two extremes. Mount Everest is too cold, Turpan basin is too hot, how nice the Central Plains is.

Just like I am now.

I am a sophomore, living a vigorous life, looking for every reason to be kind to myself. I'm not in the top three of my grade, but I always wander in the top twenty to avoid worrying my parents too much. I like watching serious movies and Japanese idol dramas. I think Kafka and Kenzaburo Oe also watch Gu Long and Wei Hui. I posted articles in traditional magazines and said some crazy things under the banyan tree.

I often think about my life, and I think I am a deeper person.

Some people say that everyone's story begins with their own tears and ends with others' tears. I think the person who said this is very smart, but too fatalistic. Whether the decades between tears are radiant or unknown depends on you.

So I am neither the right bank nor the left bank, I am the third bank, so the script I wrote lacks real experience and is difficult to operate. I really want to write about my life. I think it must be a masterpiece of tens of thousands of words, but Han Han said: people who write their own autobiographies are disgusting. He was in the spotlight, so I had to give up. I told you, I'm not outstanding.

Again, I hope I can write a script for Wong Kar-wai. Although this sentence is also very unreasonable. But please note that the verb I use is "hope". The same type of sentence also includes: "I wish I could fly."

There is nothing unreasonable to think so.