In the last class meeting, the class leader Wang Yu had a serious expression, and he presided over the class meeting more seriously than the class teacher. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, it is mainly Class Elder Wang who is speaking, telling about tomorrow's Teacher's Day celebration and sending flowers and gifts, as well as the students' appearance and attitude.

This has nothing to do with Yang Zijian, anyway, as early as last Friday, the class cadres had already completed the fundraising work, and as for the postcards of the junior high school and primary school teachers, he also sent them last week, so he still buried himself in writing.

Wang Yun stood on the left side of the podium, standing side by side with the deputy squad leader, she looked at Yang Zijian with unkind eyes, and felt that Yang Zijian, who kept writing "compositions", was really hopeless, putting interest in the first place, putting the cart before the horse, the goal of high school students is to go to college in the college entrance examination. She plans to do ideological work for him after class meeting, and if she can't do it, she will ask the head teacher to come forward to warn!

She understands very well that the purpose of the Chinese teacher asking her to organize the literature club is to improve the students' writing level through interest exchanges, rather than to let students go astray. What if a student poet really emerges, if the learning is a mess, it is not what the school wants to see.

After the class meeting, Xie Xiaoqin heard that his face was "as pale as earth," and he hurriedly pulled Yang Zijian back to the dormitory to take a shower, and at this time there were relatively few people in the dormitory area, and he could occupy a good seat in front of the sink -- this move allowed Yang Zijian to escape the catastrophe of "ideological work."

Then, in addition to dinner, Yang Zijian kept burying his head in writing the manuscript and paid full attention until half past seven in the evening, writing a total of 12,000 words, 2,000 words more than planned, but his wrists were numb and tingling, his knuckles were curled and stiff, and he kept shaking when he raised his elbows.

The teacher on duty for the evening self-study was Mr. Jiang, who taught physics, and he was reading a book with reading glasses, smiling as if no one was around.

Although the teacher on duty for evening self-study can manage the students, it is great that Teacher Jiang is on duty.

Yang Zijian bent his body, ran out of the front door of the classroom, and then strode to the small shop on the right side of the cafeteria, and bought more than a dozen envelopes and stamps, one stamp two corners, and one envelope for five cents, a total of more than three yuan, and now he only has sixteen yuan and six cents and five cents left in his pocket.

The work of writing the envelope, which I was going to do secretly in the library. Today's performance in the class is weird enough, and it has already made many students pay attention to curiosity, and he doesn't want to continue to be noticed.

There weren't many people in the library, so he found a no-no corner and sat down.

The road to literary fame, earning money and making a living, is finally about to set sail, and he is excited and full of emotion.

Spread the envelope on the table, hold a pen, and write the newspaper and the letter recipient neatly on it, the daily newspaper, evening newspaper, TV newspaper, and youth newspaper are better, and there is no need to write the address if they are famous, as long as the unit writes it well, but the overseas Chinese newspaper, building materials newspaper and other industry newspapers must write the address clearly.

The library has a complete range of newspapers, and the addresses of overseas Chinese newspapers and industry newspapers can be found in the corners of the newspapers.

One, two, five, ten, Yang Zijian quickly wrote eleven letters to the contributor and editor.

When he was about to load the manuscript paper, he suddenly had a thrill, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his mouth and tongue were dry, as if he had entered the cold winter of December from the golden autumn of September, and as if he had fallen from the desert of Australia to the glacier of Antarctica, almost suffocating with cold ice.

He actually made a fatal mistake by writing his grade and class as well.

All non-student newspapers and periodicals almost do not use students' free contributions, especially those from middle school students, which is simply a waste of time, because middle school students are minors, have no autonomy, no social credit, and in case of plagiarism, editors and teachers will be held responsible. When Yang Zijian was the editor of the monthly magazine "Nanjian Literature", he was mentioned by the editor-in-chief: Student works will not be used unless recommended by teachers or familiar writers.

I almost fell short, and today's 10,000-word writing is almost in vain!

Gritting his teeth, Yang Zijian tore all the eleven envelopes, then trotted to the store again, bought twelve more envelopes for six cents, and then walked back to the library quickly, and wrote "Nanjian City No. 1 Middle School, sent by Yang Zijian" at the recipient's address under the envelope.

The address indicated at the back of the manuscript was also smeared and rewritten as "Nanjian No. 1 High School One Year Section, Yang Zijian".

In this way, the editor may mistake him for a senior faculty member, and his current handwriting is strong and dignified, which will also give the editor the illusion of an adult, not a childish student. After it is published, after it has some fame, it is still too late to identify and explain.

At 8:25 p.m. on September 9, Yang Zijian came to the gatehouse, and on one of the inner walls, a large green mailbox was nailed, and he solemnly stuffed eleven envelopes into it one by one.

He knew that the letters would stay in this mailbox overnight, and that by about nine o'clock tomorrow, the postman would pick up the letters from the school when they were delivered, and then send them to the various newspapers at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Zijian stood reluctantly for a long time, licked his dry lips, and said secretly: All my efforts have been exhausted, and then, I am resigned to fate.

God bless, gods and Buddhas, let yourself become famous in one fell swoop!

After doing all this, he went back to the classroom, and saw that the teacher on duty, Mr. Jiang, was still smiling at a book, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, took out today's homework book, and began to finish the exercises assigned by the teacher, but it was obviously a little difficult, because he couldn't concentrate anymore.

The next day is Teacher's Day in 91, the sixth Teacher's Day since the reform and opening up.

The Chinese teachers in the 90s were really the best teachers in the world, and their teaching level may be high and low, but in terms of professionalism, they were really selfless, great, and dedicated, and the students' respect and love for their teachers also came from the heart.

From the beginning of the first class, as soon as the teacher came in, the class leader and the publicity committee presented flowers and gifts, and then congratulated them in unison, and both teachers and students completed today's lesson with a happy mood.

For example, when he was in a history class just now, he complained that he had made a small mistake again, and he should have written some works praising the teacher yesterday and sent them to newspapers and periodicals, so that the articles that fit the situation would be easier to publish.

But then I think about it, even if the article is well written, but the starting point is not good, for the sake of fame and fortune, the work of praising the teacher is used as a stepping stone, the purpose is not pure, the style is too low, and it violates my bottom line, so I think about it or forget it.