The number of female students in a class is one fifth more than that of male students. The number of male students is () of that of female students. The number of female students is () of that of the whole class

The number of female students in a class is one fifth more than that of male students. The number of male students is () of that of female students. The number of female students is () of that of the whole class

There are one fifth more girls than boys in each class
For boys, 5, then for girls, 1 + 5 = 6
Class 5 + 6 = 11
The ratio of boys to girls is 5 / 6 and that of girls to the whole class is 6 / 11

In a class, there are two girls less than three fifths of the class and 22 boys. How many students are there in the class?
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（22－2）÷（1－3/5）
＝20÷2/5
= 50 (person)

How much is 2 out of 13 times 5 out of 27 plus 5 out of 27 times 11 out of 13

2 of 13 × 5 of 27 + 5 of 27 × 11 of 13 = (2 of 13 + 11 of 13) × 5 of 27 = 1 × 5 of 27 = 5 of 27

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Ink painting in Jiangnan
I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I have been intoxicated in the gentle feelings of the south of the Yangtze River for more than 20 years. The vicissitudes of life around the south of the Yangtze River, the stories spread in the noise or whispers can not be told clearly one by one, but my attachment to the south of the Yangtze River remains the same for thousands of years!
Standing in the spiritual land of the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as a pool of water. In the long years, the beauty of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the tranquility of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, the depth of the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, and the charm of the literary heroes in the south of the Yangtze River
Small bridges, flowing water and other people flow in the south of the Yangtze River. They can't tell the true from the false. The flowing water moistens the hearts of many literati heroes. Reading the south of the Yangtze River, Lingbo water rhyme, calligraphy flowing
The beauty of the south of the Yangtze River is hazy and simple. It's playing chess under the trees, drinking wine among the flowers, and tasting tea in the court. Green water is lingering on the white wall, red flowers are falling on the green tiles, and the winding river is singing in the morning and sunset. Riding a boat to support a wormwood, you can walk through the green mountains and water. On both sides of the river, you can see the wind and waves, the ancient tenderness and the clear water, It is the trace and vicissitudes of time
The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge tilts on the clear water surface, elegant or elegant. The worn-out carved hurdles are printed with the traces of time, which is integrated with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, the cool river flows from the fingers, cool into the heart, Far away from the hustle and bustle and impetuousness of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin, and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart
In the south of the river, the drizzle is drizzle, the spring grass grows in the sky, the peach is red, the insects are whispering, the spring is permeated with the curtain. Summer is the only way to get the blue boat, to take the lotus boat, to pick lotus lotus field, to smile lightly, to look at the water. Autumn autumn rain Wutong, autumn autumn flying geese, light chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely East hedge.
Spring rain shows the south of the Yangtze River. It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, especially the misty rain in the spring. It's like Wu Nong's soft words. It's the soul of Jiangnan culture and the aura of Jiangnan Water Town. In the south of the Yangtze River, it's full of romantic atmosphere. The rain before and after the Lantern Festival is called the lantern rain. The lantern rain is often the first rain in early spring, After the rain, the air overflows with fragrance. Then there are apricot rain and pear rain. After the late spring, the continuous yellow plum rain permeates the south of the Yangtze River, Elegant let people not give up to leave. Flying rain wet a dress, run through the Jiangnan women's heart. The fragrance of two sleeves, dance out the unique charm of Jiangnan
Because of the humid climate in the south of the Yangtze River, women in the south of the Yangtze River are as beautiful as snow and beautiful as jade. "The water is the eye wave, and the mountain is the eyebrow peak. If you want to ask the pedestrian where to go? Where are the eyebrows and eyes?" women in the south of the Yangtze River, like the bright eyes of the water, are as smart and gentle as Lingbo fairies. Women in the south of the Yangtze River walk slowly on the old bluestone road in the small town, with the drizzle and the wet cloves, if they hold an oil paper umbrella, Along the rain lane lightly, "a touch of smoke forest screen like exhibition, light flower shore willow boundless", rain fragrance curl into the Pearl curtain, shadow like a dream
The graceful Liang Shanbo and his fellow students in Yingtai, disguised as men, study hard, write by candlelight, talk and laugh, and see each other off at the end of the 18th century, Echo through the ages
There are many talented people and beautiful women in Jiangnan. Among the four talented people in Jiangnan, Tang Bohu is the most famous. Tang Yin's masterpieces of painting and calligraphy are superior to those of Qunfang. There are all kinds of musical instruments, chess, calligraphy and painting. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting the fragrance of autumn has become an eternal story. There are countless talented women in Jiangnan, such as Li Qingzhao, Qinhuai Bayan, Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, Yu Xuanji, Xue Tao, Su Xiaomei .
I can't finish painting all kinds of beautiful things in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe my previous life was the woman who picked lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. She laughed in the faint fragrance of lotus and danced like a butterfly in the south of the Yangtze River
Jiangnan, I'm back
A thousand years
The vicissitudes of the world around us, the story spread in the noise or whisper can no longer be told clearly, only my infatuated reincarnation for you is still the same!
This long and fleeting years make me ups and downs, but I remember your beautiful face clearly
My persistence is only because of you, your laughter is still in my memory of time and space
Jiangnan, do you still remember the proud young man who always loved to carry a sword around his waist? At that time, I was a self righteous man, disdaining to indulge in the warmth of my little children. But when I came to Jiangnan from the windy and sandy place, I had green path flower terrace, red sleeves full of buildings, soft words and clever laughter, butterflies dancing and warblers singing, which softened my arrogance, How can I resist the beauty of your amorous feelings, and finally indulge in this touching and charming gentle countryside!
I was a young man after all!
The spring breeze is green and the willow breeze is still soft and charming. It's a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River! I want to walk with you again in the boundless wind and moon, but I can't find the ferry you once watched with my quick steps
Where are you? In the past thousand years, I have come back for you every spring. I have searched all over Jiangnan
Often in a brick and tile a bridge a paddle, water flow or wind between flowers, trance to see your figure, as if you can still hear your cheerful humming, but how can not capture your true trace
I can't find you, and you must not recognize me. I'm not that high spirited teenager any more
Too long, Jiangnan
Jiangnan, why are you no longer what I remember
In the dream, the water is no longer light, and the sound of Yi Nai stirs the river which is thicker than rice wine. The water in the south of the Yangtze River, you are echoing the sigh of many people who can't stop when they dream back in the middle of the night. Why don't you roar and run, always flowing so slowly? What are you hesitating about? What are you sighing about?
There are too many flowers, too much water, in the dazzling color ripple, you can't see the real and the virtual, you can't tell the truth; in the flow of water, you can shatter too many people's amorous dreams, and finally become the illusion of water and moon
Jiangnan, I thought you were my eternal country
I spent the best time of my youth in your washing of apricot blossoms and spring rain and the blowing of willow spring breeze. In the happy cuddling with you, I wrote down my most pure and affectionate infatuation
But Cuiyu and Zhulian can't lock up the agitation of lofty ambition in the youth's blood
I'm more and more eager to return to the place where the north wind blows, where there are sand and strong liquor. The wine made from sticky rice in Jiangnan is too sweet, too greasy and too soft to inspire me. It can only dampen the ambition of young people and kill the spirit of wind. I've been addicted to it for too long
Go to kill the enemy and make contributions!
I'm still hesitating, I don't know how to open my mouth. You understand that parting is coming
Without you, my soul can't be steadfast any more. You must not know how I miss you deeply. How to find your warmth in the fire in the miserable wind and rain, and how to read the shadow of the trees between the window lattice as you when I dream back at midnight
The total illusion in a moment to capture your voice, imagine you will come to me in a moment, light and beautiful, smiling. How can I not always wait, ready to open arms to embrace you
You are in my heart. And I am in the world
You have also come to our parting bridge year by year, looking at the road for a long time and silently. I promise that I will come back to meet you when the peach tree by the bridge grows to the eaves of the pavilion and the trees are full of flowers
Only the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River comes year by year, just like it's coming. Under the gentle moistening of the rain, the peach blossom blooms freely every year, but the sword boy never appears again. The road is more and more busy, but you are more and more lonely
Spring rain, peach blossom, these fairies in the south of the Yangtze River, decorate the joy of small bridges and flowing water, breed the vitality of old bricks and tiles, but wither your little joy
Jiangnan, I did not break my oath!
I thought I could come back to you after I finished my youth's ambition. How can I think that this world is not under my control? My lofty sentiments can not complete my own destiny. My blood can only be coldly blown by the north wind
The young man is old, and the sword around his waist is rusty
Looking back on the bleak Road, I found myself so lonely and helpless
Jiangnan, can I return to your warmth?
Year by year, you use the sprouting of branches and catkins to remind me: spring is coming, do you still remember Jiangnan is waiting for you?
The exquisite garden is still too depressing. The narrow pavilions lock the deep loneliness, but they can't lock your growing hopeless sorrow. After years of waiting, your day and night expectations are finally deserted
Jiangnan, I came too late
I travel through the pavilions, ancient towns and villages, and identify them one by one among the peach blossoms and flowing water. The face that fascinates me never appears. The spring breeze is wanton, and the spring flowers are brilliant, but I am sad. I dare not shout. My inner shyness makes me panic and upset. I hesitate in the willow spring breeze
Which is the one that I ran into when I was holding your hand? Which one is our bed burning red candle?
Well, I should have been the one who raised your red hat!
Where on earth are you?
I am the one who loves you most and deviates from you!
For a thousand years, do you still hate me? Do you still hate me and refuse to forgive me?
I failed your tender feelings like water and ruined your young girl. I used thousands of years to regret!
But a thousand years of regret can't change the beauty of your youth!
In endless regret, I finally understood the sadness you were waiting for, and I finally heard your deep sigh in the loneliness that hurt my bone marrow
Jiangnan, how can I identify the past stories in reality? Can I believe those fragments? How can those scattered wind erosion and rust old things spell back a real memory?
Who can recover the beauty of Jiangnan, who can rewrite those sad stories, who can make the past come back, who can recover our wasted time, make up for our mistakes, and complete the beauty we missed in our youth?
No one will care about me
I am a rootless man!
I am a stranger forever
Jiangnan, I really can't find you any more?
The young swordsman in those years would not know. He was quietly