In the afternoon, just after the bell of the activity class rang, the students of Class 41 and Class 42 rushed to the playground.

Under the command of Huang Han, with the assistance of Xiao Qiang, Zhang Chunmei, and Chengwen Ge, Shen Xiaorong put the dragonfly higher and higher.

At this moment, her cold image disappeared, running happily on the playground, smiling brightly.

The kite made by Huang Han was big and beautiful, and the students were amazed, and many teachers smiled and pointed to the dragonfly in the sky and commented on it, saying that the children with outstanding grades are different, and even the kites are so different.

The kid in class 4 or 5 was so ashamed that he was too embarrassed to bring his kite to the playground.

Shen Xiaorong was very conscious, and after playing for a while, she handed over the thread to Xiao Qiang, who seemed unhappy, and then Zhang Chunmei, Wei Hongxing, Kang Jing, and so on......

It's a pity that maybe the coil of wire that Huang Han found is not very strong, or maybe it was grinding when a few people put the thread together, or maybe it suffered wind shear.

Anyway, suddenly a gust of wind came, the kite broke the string, and the dragonfly swayed farther and farther, Xiao Qiang chased and shouted, "Come back, come back!" It was useless.

The most embarrassing person in the world at this moment should be Qian Aiguo, because the kite was broken in his hand.

"I, I just got my hands on it, I didn't do anything, it's really not bad for me!"

"Forget it, forget it, fly and fly!"

Shen Xiaorong looked at the dragonfly, a little reluctant, and asked, "Huang Han, will our kites fly all the way to Japan?"

"It's the east wind today, it seems possible!"

Xiao Qiang, who ran back, said angrily, "Qian Aiguo, you, you, I'm angry, I don't care, you have to compensate our kite!"

Liu Xiaoli hurriedly said, "Xiao Qiang, don't be like this, look at Qian Aiguo, how sad people are." ”

Annoyed Qian Aiguo said, "If you pay for it, I'll go to the street tomorrow to look for it." As long as I have to sell, I'll buy at least three. ”

Cheng Wenge, who was angry, said, "I have money with me, so I can just buy ten." ”

Xiao Qiang, who was still angry, did not give up, and said, "Buy, buy a fart! My mother and I ran all over the four streets at noon today, and we didn't see anyone selling kites. ”

"What then?" the group of people all turned their heads to look at Huang Han.

Shen Xiaorong said roundly, "We've been playing for a while, and we don't think it's too interesting, forget it!"

"Alas!" Qian Aiguo blamed himself, "why do I owe it, why do I have to get that unlucky kite?"

Cheng Wenge said, "You don't owe it, you should be lucky! Hehe, I know why you want to fight to fly a kite!"

"You know?"

"You and I are both adults, how can you compete with them for kites, you must want to give it to Liu Xiaoli. ”

"Yes, I wanted to fight for face, but now it's a shame, my intestines are all repentant, and I can't wait to pump myself with a big mouth!"

"Really? Do you want me to help you? Do you want to smoke left or right?"

"Go, go!"

Shen Xiaorong whispered, "Huang Han, that's the most beautiful kite I've ever seen, thank you!"

Huang Han also said softly: "Why don't I make another one for you!"

"No, no, in fact, the kite has less trouble if the string is broken!"

"What's the trouble?"

"Everyone likes that kite, who are you going to give it to? Really give it to me, Xiao Qiang can you agree? Zhang Chunmei and a few people should be unhappy!"

"Eh! yes, Zhang Chunmei is fine, Xiao Qiang is really likely to turn his face with me!"

"It's a pity, but I'm very happy today, and I will always remember that dragonfly. ”

"I went to a foreign country and can I remember it when I settled there?"

"Nonsense, why should I go to a foreign country? Why should I settle in a foreign country?"

"Didn't I hear you say that your family has relatives abroad?"

"Well, I can't even remember when I told you, you have a good memory. ”

"Now that the conditions of capitalism in the United States and Britain are so good, didn't your relatives tell you anything?"

"Shhhhhhhh ”

Huang Han lowered his voice and said, "That's a fact, the gap between our country and others is too big, and now that it has been reformed and opened up, it can't be hidden." ”

"Alas, my relatives told my parents during the Chinese New Year that they wanted me to focus on learning English. ”

"Yes, learning English is the most useful, and I've been learning it by heart. ”

"But I don't want to go to England to study. ”

"You're still young, and you'll figure it out in a year or two. ”

"Your grades are so good, do you want to study abroad?"

"No! This idea is not practical for me, but you are different, and you should still go abroad if you have the conditions.

Britain is an old capitalist country with a deep heritage, and you will definitely be able to increase your knowledge and learn new knowledge from the West when you go out. ”

"My mom and dad think so too. ”

"That's why I said you would settle abroad in the future. ”

"No, I, I, let's not talk about this, it's annoying, let's go, let's practice." ”

"Cheng Wenge, Zhang Chunmei, let's go, let's go to rehearsals, Qian Aiguo, don't think about the kite with a broken string, let's go!"

The school has assigned the task of performing on May Day assigned by the Education Bureau, and the venue for the performance is the People's Theater, which should be an entertainment performance after the county commends advanced workers.

Shen Xiaorong, Zhang Chunmei, Huang Han, and Chengwenge can be regarded as celebrities in Sanshui County, and they should be honored with literary performances.

In the past two days, they have been rehearsing "Cranberry Blossoms" and "Tales of a Small Town", and the repertoire "Teacher Walks Slowly" was clearly designated by the county trade union of the organizer.

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Happy and carefree days fly by.

In the blink of an eye, the Qingming Festival has passed, and it is time for primary school students to write an essay on sweeping the martyrs' tombs.

In the classroom of Class 42 in mid to early April, Zhang Chunmei was reading aloud the composition that Huang Han had just completed, surrounded by more than a dozen friends.

"The spring flowers are infinitely good, the catkins are floating all over the sky, the spring breeze of reform and opening up is blowing all over the land of China, and the living standards of the people are booming.

Today, I am full of joy and the teachers and students of the experimental primary school came to the martyrs' tomb to comfort the martyrs, the blood of the martyrs has not been shed in vain, and the people no longer need to eat bran vegetables, and are running towards a well-off ......"

Since last year's Qingming Festival, Zhang Chunmei has developed a habit of reading Huang Han's essays every time, and at least three times.

Today, she read Huang Han's essay full of joy to pay tribute to the martyrs' tombs, felt incomprehensible, and asked, "Huang Han, is it really okay for you to write like this?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's well written, but the composition is full of festivity, and I always feel that it's not appropriate. ”

"Hehe, hey, I'm in a good mood, I really don't have heavy steps, and I don't have a trace of sadness, just like some people have a happy funeral!"

"What is a joy or mourning! I don't understand!"

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