There is a guard room in the teaching building, and the guard is a retired teacher of the school, a very serious person, not the kind of self-indulgence, who will stand at the door of the guard room, with his hands behind his back, looking at the students walking back and forth, and when the students come to him, they will involuntarily speed up their pace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I went up the dilapidated cement staircase to the third floor, and the ground was full of water sprinkled by my classmates on duty, making the ground slippery and slippery.

Pushing open the classroom door, the students were reading, the head teacher Mr. Wang stood on the podium, turned his head to look at him, waved his hand, Zhang Xingming entered the room, walked to the position and sat down, put the schoolbag into the desk, looked left and right, everyone was reading Chinese books, he also took out the language books, put them on the table and flipped through them.

I had just watched it for a few minutes, and I felt someone behind me poke me in the back with a hand.

Looking up at the head teacher on the podium, Zhang Xingming turned his head to look behind him, Wang Hui, who was sitting behind, was holding a pen in his hand, the butt of the pen was facing his back, and he asked in a low voice, "Gaha?"

Wang Hui glanced at the teacher and said, "Why haven't you come to class for a few days?"

Zhang Xingming looked at her, she was not beautiful, but she was not ugly, and her hair was permed, which was rare among female students in this era.

In fact, Zhang Xingming's social circle is very small, except for a few classmates who are also in Guobao, the class has a little more contact with the class president Dong Yugang, and they don't talk much with other classmates.

This Wang Hui seems to have gone to a special class after transferring classes in the next semester.

Zhang Xingming was thinking about it, and was stabbed in the back a few more times, but before he could speak, Mr. Wang knocked on the lectern on the podium and said, "Read the book carefully, and I'll talk about it after class if I have something to say." "Wang Hui is honest.

After a while, he put it on his back again, and then a book was handed over with a note, and he raised his hand to take it, opened it, and it said: Can you help me write the title of the book?

Look at the book, the new bag of book covers, there is a blank on it.

Find the stationery box, take out the pen, and write on the cover: Chinese, Wang Hui. Then he returned it with the note, which he bought as a calligraphy pen, not an ordinary fountain pen.

In the early 80s, who was the most famous person in China?

Pang Zhonghua. The pioneer and founder of Chinese hard pen calligraphy.

A geological team member who is not tall and has an honest face.

Pang Zhonghua is a native of Daxian County, Sichuan, born in 1945, joined the work in 1965, just in time for the big movement, the main thing every day is to study, study, and study, so he practiced a good handwriting.

This study is not a student class, it is a political study, that is, a meeting.

After the end of the movement, everything in New China was on the right track, as I said earlier, the government was not able to accept the government, and high schools and universities were suspended for ten years, and the impact was not as simple as a few students.

Writing a good handwriting became the demand of a large part of the population at that time.

Pang Zhonghua seized this opportunity. A thin book of "Talking about Learning to Write Fountain Pen Characters" has made his life.

In the 80s and 90s, every family in China's cities and towns would have at least one copy of Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy, and the word "line" became popular from this era.

At that time, the television and newspapers had just resumed normal operation, and there were no programs and no news, which was also one of the biggest reasons for Pang Zhonghua's life.

So, Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy lecture was broadcast, and a skinny geological prospector sat in the CCTV studio and told people how to write well in his non-standard Mandarin.

You must know that at that time, the ratings of CCTV were all the people in the country, without exception, and the ratings of all programs were 100%.

Immediately afterwards, the People's Daily, China Youth Daily, and major newspapers in China began to report on this legendary geological team member, setting him up as a youth role model in the new era.

At the same time, he has also achieved a lot of people, as mentioned earlier, at that time, writing a good word, the probability of success will increase by more than N percentage points, which is also the reason why Pang Zhonghua has been smooth sailing until today, there are too many people who are grateful to him in their hearts, and a large number of them are later in high positions.

In 93, Pang Zhonghua served as the chairman of the Chinese Hard Pen Calligraphy Association.

His success is not replicable, but at least it tells us one thing, opportunities are only reserved for those who are well prepared.

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The so-called calligraphy fountain pen is because most of the fountain pens of that period were mainly sharp and thin, and it is difficult to write the unique charm of Chinese calligraphy, I don't know who designed a fountain pen, the nib is curved, the front can be written very thick, and the back is written with sharp and thin handwriting, which was very popular at that time.

The first time I came into contact with this kind of pen was in 1986, in the square in front of Benxi Railway Station, when a calligrapher surnamed Wu signed his calligraphy. It's a pity that I forgot my full name, but I only remembered the surname Wu, because it was the first time I saw the closed-mouth Wu writing, and there was this folded tip fountain pen.

On the north side of the square in front of the station in Benxi City, there was originally a store that specialized in selling stationery, brushes, rice paper, calligraphy, brushes, paints, as well as various seals, paper fans, and sketch charcoal strips. The store is not big, dozens of square meters, and the first calligraphy pen was bought here,

I usually just buy brushes and rice paper here, and I can't afford to buy stamps, but I have bought two paper fans.

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"Suzu ......"

The class bell rings, the morning self-study is over, and the first class begins.

There is no break between morning self-study and the first class, and there is no time to go to the toilet.

The first class is a mathematics class, algebra, and Zhang Xingming has reached a maximum of 21 points in a single paper in his last life.

Teacher Xing smiled and walked slowly into the classroom, Teacher Wang said hello to her and walked out, Teacher Xing walked up to the podium, put the book in his hand on the desk, and looked at everyone.

The squad leader shouted, "Stand up." Everyone stood up: "Old ~ teacher ~ good ~~." ”

Teacher Xing smiled and said, "Hello students, okay, sit down, let's go to class." ”

Everyone sat down, the table and stools were chaotic, Teacher Xing glanced at everyone, lowered his head and flipped through the book, flipped through a few times, and looked up and asked, "Where did we talk about the last class?"

The classmates all laughed, and Teacher Xing also laughed, saying, "Shut up, shut up, what are you laughing at, have you all remembered? Believe it or not, I told you to be punished? Tell me, where did you talk about the last class?"

The classmate raised his hand, and Teacher Xing nodded at her, and the classmate stood up and said, "The last class talked about the fourth subsection of the ninth lesson. ”

Teacher Xing lowered his head and flipped through the book, found the place where Hong Fei said, looked at it, and said, "Ah, have we talked about this? Have I talked so fast?" The students laughed again.

Teacher Xing turned the book over, turned around and wrote the word "power" on the blackboard.