The story of mosquito nets

It's been a rough summer.

The fans of the green blades are "buzzing" in the room, and the dry, damp air fills the atmosphere. But the sun is happy. It shows its strength without scruple in all the places it can illuminate. The hurried students walked briskly between the sun and the trees, and I was one of them.

Summer is tough, except the temperature, is annoying mosquitoes. Mosquitoes must be the "public Enemy" to be mentioned. They haunt people all day and night, and they seek only new blood. They tend to act alone, targeting the exposed skin. The slender body, the swift means, let the human be still formidable. What's more, the threat of spreading disease must be the object of people's avoidance.

I had no sleep all night. It was a struggle against a mosquito. Mosquitoes everywhere are different in their ability to conceal and attack. It seems that the more south, the smaller the mosquito, but more grasp the "attack" the skills of people. Before people go to sleep, they hide in a secluded corner and wait for people to lie down to fix their "target". The night is coming and the lights are off. I lay in bed and fell asleep. They begin to act. Or flying around my ears, causing people to be irritable, or directly biting my body, and the hands and feet outside the quilt are often victims. Odd itch. The "weapons" of certain mosquitoes are lethal to people, and I wake up from Sweet's sleep. Sitting up in the middle of the night, the heart is full of unhappiness, only beat the bedding to vent this gas. Anti-mosquito water spraying in the stirring fan, pungent and specific breath in the air, I used to avoid the "sneak attack" mosquitoes. However, this seems to be their habitual trap-mosquito-repellent incense may have been familiar with, after I sleep they will launch the next round of "offensive." As the sky grew brighter, the battle was pending. Although it is summer, I had to bury myself in a quilt, bundle good hands and feet, and open large fan wind to linger.

So I went up early the next day and hung up the mosquito net. "Summer mosquitoes into thunder, the private proposed group of cranes dancing in the air, the heart of the direction, or thousand or hundred, sure enough cranes also; And keep the mosquito in the ledger, Xu spray to smoke, so that the smoke and fly, as Tsing White Crane view, fruit such as cranes Jayhawk clouds, for the rapid. "The ancient leisure is not learned by modern people." Mosquitoes are a game, and they will be laughed at. In the fan and air conditioning wantonly into the family today, mosquito nets have gradually withdrawn from people's daily life, biased statement also has the inadequacy of the blame mosquito nets such as airtight. However, mosquito-repellent nets are widely available in schools. The southern air is hot and humid, mosquitoes are particularly numerous, school accommodation conditions are not more than their own, mosquito nets are necessary.

The previous paragraph quoted "childlike" is not unintentional, but the white-like mosquito nets can not help thinking of the story of the mosquito nets in junior high school. Home in the summer, the heat is particularly difficult, and the opening of the school air-conditioning is a unified management of mosquitoes almost do not inhibit, so the sound of resistance is great. The day of the day noon, the heat as usual. Eight students in the dormitory in the rotation of the fan under the same invariably chose the wind the largest one of the bed angle. All Quiet but restless. Shal a push door sound, the student startled, originally is the life teacher opens the door "to instruct" the student to "send the welfare".

Since the emergence of the life teacher, the majority of students and a small number of parents have left an impression of uncivilized, barbaric and low culture. Perhaps the illusion of doing a career, but less this group, the school should mess up. The life of the door the teacher is a serious and plump middle-aged woman, whose professional attitude often brings inexplicable conjecture to the students, and these speculations do not take the position of competition, wage fluctuations. The life teacher gave a notice to the eye and asked everyone to go somewhere to pick up their own mosquito nets. The students or cheers, to end the mosquito annoy, or distress, to break the midday dream. No matter what, the students went down the stairs with a harangue. The team that carried the Nets came and went back and forth, overlooking it like a white line running through, the students come and go casually to greet the conversation, and sometimes attract the maintenance of the order of life teacher urged. After the mosquito nets have been moved, the campus has returned to its previous tranquility.

Back to reality, Baisu droop. The fan goes back and forth, the story of the Mosquito Net tells a time, and after a peaceful nap.