Li Xinhao raised his hand without hesitation.

"Okay, this classmate. The teacher happily said, "Wait a minute, let's introduce myself first." ”

"Good!"

Then all the students of the sixth class of the first year of high school introduced themselves ceremoniously!

"My name is Huang Yuping, yellow Huang, chance encounter, ordinary Ping. ”

"My name is Huang Xianyi, Yellow Huang, Fairy of Fairy, Yi of IKEA and IKEA. ”

"My name is He Lanqing, He Zhizhang's He, Orchid's Orchid, and Qing's Qing. ”

“……”

After Li Xin finished introducing himself, he began to look at the situation of the internal class committee.

"Students, today I will hand over the position of class president to Li Xin, and when the military training is over, I will have the opportunity to run for the class committee again!" Zhang Chang said calmly, "Then now I will talk about the student union first, as your teacher, you should focus on your studies, but I have no objection to you joining the student union, and of course I do not support you to join the student union, but no matter what, I hope you will still focus on your studies as I said before!"

"Next, let's hand out new books, class leader, and ask a few students to pick up new books. ”

"Okay, teacher. Li Xin stood up, hurriedly called a few classmates, and went to the teacher's office to pick up the book as the teacher said.

Then Li Xin carried a large stack of books, and everyone carried a large stack of books, and came to the students of the sixth class of high school.

Zhang Chang's name was Li Xin, "Li Xin, you first look at the names of your classmates, borrowing students will not send it." ”

Li Xin then sent them one by one...... Again, she declared: "There are no textbooks for borrowed students!"

"Are the borrowers going to the original school to get their textbooks?"

"Yes!"

Two of the classmates whispered.

Li Xin watched the textbooks be handed out to the students, and said loudly: "Let's count whether the textbooks are all in place first!"

"It's all right. The classmates said one after another.

"Let's see if there are any quality problems with the textbooks, if not, I'll go down first!" Li Xin said loudly to his classmates.

"No!" the students chimed in.

Li Xin sat down in his seat and counted his books!

Huang Xianyi gave Li Xinqiao a thumbs up.

Li Xin grinned and said, "Thank you for the compliment, it's average!"

Huang Xianyi then read a few textbooks.

Li Xin looked at Huang Xianyi and secretly admired that Huang Xianyi was really a good student who was diligent and inquisitive! She also took out her textbook and read quietly.

Li Xin watched Lin Daiyu enter Jiafu, as well as excerpts from thunderstorms, and Qinyuan Spring Changsha liked it very much.

Huang Xianyi hurriedly said, "Li Xin, look at this poem." Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the ......"

Li Xin leaned over and saw the words, so she continued, "The long, long and lonely rainy alley...... Fade its color and scatter her fragrance......"

Then Li Xin gave an evaluation: "This poem is well written!"

"Is this just good?"

"I'll recite one for you. ”

"Okay, but now it's class!"

"Let's wait for this class to end. ”

"Good!"

After class, the lights in the corridor were lit up, and they competed for brilliance in the residual sun. There were white walls and white tiles in the hallway, and groups of students were standing, talking and laughing.

"Li Xin, don't you want to recite poems?"

"Okay!" Li Xin coughed and cleared his throat, "How do I let you meet me."

In my most beautiful moment for this

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Ask it to make us a dust bond

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun

The flowers are the hope of my past life

Please listen carefully as you approach

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait

And you finally walk by in defiance

Falling to the ground behind you

Friend, that's not petals

It's my withered heart. ”

Li Xin watched Huang Xianyi immersed in poetry, not to mention how much he was embarrassed.

"How about it, this poem is okay!"

"Okay!" Huang Xianyi said hello in her expectation! "Li Xin didn't expect that we would be in high school, and we were still in the same class. I also suddenly remembered a poem, the world is unpredictable, who has already been lightly separated and lightly folded, Xiao Kai is silent, carefully stitched needles and threads, wind and snow, this life is often a memory. ”

"Wind and snow, this life is often memories. Li Xin was recalling the last sentence, "Good words." ”

Huang Xianyi looked at Li Xin, and suddenly there were many, many things to say: "......"

……

When class was about to start, Zhang Chang said to Li Xin: "Wait a minute, measure the size of your classmates, we have to customize the school uniform." ”

Li Xin said happily: "Good teacher." ”

Then Li Xin began: "Be quiet, let's let one student in each group report the size of the whole group, this is for the purpose of issuing school uniforms in the future." ”

The dimensions of each group were handed in, and Li Xin checked with the classmates in each group one by one, and handed them over to the teacher.

Although the squad leader is a chore, this is a respectable squad cadre, and he must do a good job.

The second day was the military training program.

Everyone gathers on the playground.

(I hope readers don't mind, I put a few poems by Mu Rong)

youth

All endings have been written?

All the tears have also been set off?

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was?

On that old summer day that never returns?

No matter how I go about it?

Young you are only like a cloud shadow?

And your smiling face is very light and light?

Qunlan gradually disappearing after sunset?

Then turn the yellowed title page?

Fate has bound it extremely poorly?

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again but had to admit it?

Youth is a book that is too hasty

Lotus's heart

I am a blooming summer lotus

I wish you could see me now

The wind and frost have not yet eroded the autumn rains

The season has not yet dripped green

It's gone away from me, I'm not worried or afraid, and now is the most beautiful moment

The deep door was locked behind a fragrant smile

Who knows that my lotus's heart is not related to you

It's not too early

It's just too late

Please don't believe my beauty

Don't believe in my love either

and then under the face covered with oil paint

I have a playful heart, so please don't take my sorrow seriously

Don't be heartbroken with my performance

Dear friends

In this life, in this life, I am just a play, forever shedding my own tears in other people's stories

Why

I can lock the pen

Why can't you lock up love and sorrow?

In a long life

Why joy always withers at a moment's notice, and the most urgent thing to go is the most beautiful time

elegy

I will never see you again in this life

Goodbye is no longer the person you are in your heart

It will never be reproduced

It's just some vicissitudes of the sun and the moon and the passing years

nostalgia

The song of the hometown is a clear flute

The face of the hometown always rings on a moonlit night

But it was a vague melancholy, like waving goodbye in the fog

Homesickness after parting is a tree without growth rings that never grows old

Farewell

Reluctance to be a kind of blocking unwillingness

Let the tears dripp on the dearest face

thereupon

In this dark moment, I quietly retreated

Forgive me for not saying goodbye in the deepest corners

Try to hide you from anyone

A distance that no age can reach