Suddenly, a faint fragrance hit the heart and spleen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Zijian subconsciously looked up, and saw a charming and tall ponytail girl standing beside her, with a pair of black and white phoenix eyes without blinking, staring at the poems on the page of the checkered book.

She is the head of the four major classes of the first (2) class of high school, propaganda committee member Wang Yun, thinking that she will wear a police uniform, wear a police badge, become a police officer in a few years, and show a heroic police flower style, Yang Zijian was stunned for a while.

Wang Yun tilted his head, from top to bottom, glanced at the song "Snow Country", took a deep breath, and couldn't help but chant softly:

"I know

All the conjectures

Just so there's still a piece there

The last leaves

Singing for happiness.

Yang Zijian, your poem is so-so, it's okay, if I want to score, I'll give you 70 points, you have to continue to work hard! Also, I suggest that you write poetry to be positive, such pessimistic and negative content is not suitable for us middle school students, not suitable for student journals, and not suitable for literary clubs. I like Wang Guozhen's "Love of Life" more -

I don't think I'll be able to make it

Since you have chosen the distance

Just take care of the wind and rain

I don't think about whether I can win love

Since I love roses

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me

Since the goal is horizon

All that is left to the world is the back

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy

Just love life

Everything is expected!

Yang Zijian, I suggest you read more of Wang Guozhen's poems. Of course, you still have a certain level of attainment in poetry, and you also got a fifth place in the essay test last week, which shows that your writing is good, why not join the 'Oak Literature Club' in the class." I plan to run a journal once a month, with the goal of creating the No. 1 literary journal of the year. Come on, classmate Yang, don't waste your youth, you only have one life, follow us and work hard......"

Yang Zijian didn't say a word, and let Wang Yun talk more and more, and the more he talked, the more slippery he became--Giving a lecture is enjoyable, and many leaders are like this, and when they have given a speech of 1,000 words, they will feel good about themselves and speak another 5,000 words.

In a sensational tone, with poems and slogans, the president of the class flower spoke a bunch of speeches of "friendship, hard work, and victory" in a very bloody manner, and Wang Yun has been a member of the propaganda committee since elementary school.

But thinking that she was only fifteen years old this year, and she didn't know anything about ideals, love, and the fragility and cruelty of life, Yang Zijian forgave her, stretched out his hand and interrupted: "Okay, give me the application form." ”

Just then, the class bell rang.

Teacher Jiang, who teaches physics, strode into the classroom.

Wang Yun leaned into Yang Zijian's ear and whispered: "I'll give you the application form after class, don't run away!" ”

With that, she turned around and ran to the back seat, like a nimble female leopard.

Wang Yun is 1.7 meters tall, although she wears a loose school uniform, she still outlines her slender and strong thighs in running, round and straight buttocks, and full breasts.

Compared with her, Yang Zijian looked weak, as beautiful as a little brother, and half a head shorter than her.

Mr. Jiang is bald in his fifties, with a shiny jujube-shaped face, and because he is approaching retirement age, he is always smiling, very easy-going, and will not engage in surprise attacks to answer questions by name at will, let alone throw chalk and scold people.

Therefore, Yang Zijian opened the physics textbook and erected it in front of him, acting as a shield, and then continued to bury his head in writing.

Time is pressing, today is Monday, we must finish writing more than 10 manuscripts today, send them to the mailbox tonight at the latest, and tomorrow they will be delivered to the editorial offices of various newspapers and periodicals in the city, and the day after tomorrow the editors will select the manuscripts and arrange them for the weekend's supplements -- because Nanjian Daily pays attention to timeliness, the day's news will be typeset and printed in the early morning on the same day, and mailed the next day, which makes the supplements also stained and will not be dragged out.

He thought about it for a while and wrote a 1,500-word cultural essay "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge": "For landscapes, mountains without flowing water always lack a little aura, and only the strength of the mountains and the femininity of the water are combined to complement each other; The perfect combination of landscape and cultural landscape is nothing more than an elegant and exquisite covered bridge erected on the water and mountains......"

This is a prose describing an ancient bridge in Yang Zijian's hometown of Nanyong Town, with some cultural nostalgia and full of homesickness.

When Yu Qiuyu's "Cultural Journey" caught fire in 96 years, Yang Zijian had learned to imitate, wrote humanities through landscapes, told history through historic sites, and excavated a large number of historical culture, customs, places of interest and historic sites in Nanjian City, and in the "Danxia" edition edited by Xiao Gu of "Nanjian Daily", "Nanjian Youth Daily", and "Nanjian Overseas Chinese Daily" supplements, he opened a column of "Talking about Nanjian", and many works were reprinted by provincial newspapers and periodicals. In the new century, through this column, he was given "Zhao'an" by the Nanjian Literary Federation.

But people's memory is vague, what they have written, does not mean that they can memorize it completely, when he rewrites it again, it is already a second creation, and it still carries a little "naivety" of high school students, and if you don't read it seriously, you can't experience it.

Time flies.

Mr. Jiang's loud voice came from his ears: "I repeat, since acceleration a is numerically equal to the change of velocity per unit of time, AT is the change of velocity in the whole motion process...... Okay, that's it for this lesson. ”

"Stand up." The squad leader shouted.

The class stood up.

Jingle Bell -

Yang Zijian watched Teacher Jiang's back disappear at the door in the bell of the end of class, and sighed that he deserved to be a physics teacher, and the end time of class was accurate.

Sitting down, when he opened the book to write the second article "Millennium East Tower", Wang Yun took a mimeographed "Application Form for Joining the Oak Literature Society" and put it on the table.

Wang Yun looked at Yang Zijian's composition book full of words, crossed his waist, and persuaded with a very serious expression: "Yang Zijian, literature is just a hobby, students are still academic, and it is best to listen carefully in class, otherwise it is disrespectful to the teacher and disrespectful to the parents who raised him......

This chick hasn't been the boss yet, so she put on the boss's shelf. However, the frame of the junior high school class cadres is really cute!

Yang Zijian waved his hand with a smile and said, "Thank you, I know." ”

Seven times five divided by two, he filled out the form, handed it to Wang Yun, watched her leave satisfied, and continued to bury his head in writing "Millennium East Tower".