Wednesday was like a wild goose returning from the south, and in the blink of an eye, it flew over lightly

After all, it is a group of poems, and literature is actually not very important to the lives of ordinary people, and when the newspaper editors, readers from all sides, and the teachers and staff of No. 1 Middle School put this matter down, it will naturally disappear from the public, like a small stone thrown into a lake, and after a circle of ripples, it will soon disappear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to make up for the knowledge of junior high school, Yang Zijian began to work hard, in addition to class, review, and homework, he memorized junior high school textbooks in his spare time.

There is no nail in one middle school, and the cold does not know the year. In the blink of an eye, Friday arrived.

Early in the morning, at the dining table in the cafeteria, Chen Jiaoju suppressed a sullen smile like a spoon like a little hen, and after gasping for breath, he opened his mouth to sarcastically smile Yang Zijian and said: "Didn't you graduate from junior high school?" I heard that you are memorizing junior high school textbooks these days, are you preparing to take the high school entrance examination? Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, but I will wish you all the best, and I hope you can be admitted to Nanjian No. 1 Middle School. ”

Yang Zijian rolled his eyes and chewed a piece of braised pork carefully, he was nervous and distracted today, because it was Friday, would the supplement of "Nanjian Daily" publish his poems? If you don't choose it the first time, it will be treated as a preparation like mainland goods, and the probability of being selected later will gradually decrease. Now he is "cowardly in his hometown", and he is not sure at all.

"Don't talk, eat quickly!" Xie Xiaoqin shouted, although his canned meat dishes can be sealed, but after eating for five days, it is starting to be a little sour now, Xie Xiaoqin asked everyone to eat more, and strive to finish it today, otherwise it may be bad tomorrow.

After breakfast, go to self-study, the first period, and the second period.

After the recess exercise, Yang Zijian hurriedly ran to the library and looked through the "Nanjian Daily" on the newspaper table.

A slanted newspaper table, a thick stack of newspapers. Yang Zijian was full of anticipation and apprehension as he flipped through the latest "Nanjian Daily" on Friday, with the front page news, the second page of civilization and health, the third page of the weekend horizon, the fourth page of current affairs advertisements, the fifth page of weekend focus, and the sixth page of grassland families.

How is it a "meadow", and not a "hundred gardens"! There are short articles in it, what is "Father's Love is Like a Mountain", "Fruit Feelings", "Husband, Come Back"...... It's all a few hundred words of family essays, and there is only one set of poems, which is actually "Four Ancient Poems", what the hell is this!

failed, Yang Zijian was cold, his whole body was soft, he sat on the Dengzi, and suddenly a spirit rushed to the "Nanjian Evening News" to find it, but the result was no, which was expected, the evening newspaper was not very time-sensitive, and the manuscript was very procrastinated.

At this time, the class bell rang.

Yang Zijian didn't have time to cry in disappointment, so he ran towards the classroom, and said to himself as he ran: "Don't be discouraged, there are next Monday's Youth Daily, Overseas Chinese Daily, and next Wednesday's TV newspaper and industry newspaper!" ”

Finally, when he ran to the classroom, the politics class had already started, and he was scolded by Teacher Nie a few words, and sat back in his seat. Yang Zijian secretly sighed unlucky, this is a Black Friday!

All day, until the lights went out and went to bed, he was confused, listless, and couldn't do anything.

The next day, Saturday, after school at noon, he followed Xie Xiaoqin to dinner, and sighed along the way, feeling as if the whole world was abandoning him, and was ridiculed by Chen Jiaoju for a while.

Starting on Saturday afternoon and ending all day on Sunday, it is a rest day for students.

Wang Yun was full of excitement, and as soon as she got out of school, she went to the Chengxi Police Station, more than three miles away from school, to find her father, because Director Wang promised her to accompany her to the Huchuan Reservoir for rowing and swimming on Saturday afternoon.

"Ah Yun, wait a minute, I'll finish reading the content of the 'Digest', and then I'll go home for dinner." Director Wang was half-lying in his office chair, holding a newspaper aloft and reading, he was reading the sixth edition of the Wednesday special issue of Nanjian Daily, "Weekly Digest".

Wang Yun sat on the opposite side of the table boredly, looking at her father in a police uniform and dignified and focused, at this time, the 7th page on the back of "Nanjian Daily" was falling in front of her eyes, and it was also a supplement "Hundred Gardens", she was idle and idle, and read it.

"Wow!"

Wang Yun suddenly slapped the table and screamed, almost knocking Director Wang's chair back.

"Shocked, what's wrong?" Director Wang sat up unhappily and scolded, "You are not too young, let you sit for a while, you are so impatient." ”

Wang Yun snatched his father's newspaper, then spread out the seventh page, pointed to "Snow Country", and then pointed to "Nanjian High School, Yang Zijian" under "Memories of Frost Moon", stared wide-eyed, gasped and shouted: "This is my classmate." ”

"Nonsense, Yang Zijian, your classmate?" Director Wang didn't believe it.

"Yes, my classmate's name is Yang Zijian, and he is a member of my Xiangshu Literature Club."

"This is the Nanjian Daily, the newspaper that the secretary and the mayor have to read. Although the supplement is not important, the first article usually uses the work of a somewhat famous author, and it is impossible for a high school student's student work to be published. In the early 90s, there was little entertainment, and Director Wang was also a lover of literature, so he analyzed it, and finally closed the case and said, "The truth is: the same name and surname." ”

Wang Yun smiled proudly: "Dad, you can make a mistake this time, because this song "Snow Country" is evidence, I am a witness, "Snow Country" was written by Yang Zijian when I watched it, and I also recited it on the spot and praised him. ”

Then, she frowned again and said: "However, he wrote it on Monday and published it on Wednesday, which is too fast, could it be that he has something to do with the editor, he must have gone through the back door, no wonder his poetry is written so well, a bit of Xi Murong's charm, it may have been taught by the editor teacher." ”

Director Wang couldn't help but be taken aback, picked up the newspaper, and read the entire group of poems from beginning to end with his daughter.

Then, he nodded and said: "Although the writing is still smooth, the thoughts are a little superficial, as if the ancient poems have been translated and then shuffled up in order to piece together the poems, but for high school students, it is already very rare." ”

Director Wang still has some understanding of poetry, and a few years ago, he also admired Shu Ting, a great poet in this province, and went to Ludao to ask for an autograph.

Wang Yun didn't care, she picked up the newspaper and ran towards the door.

Director Wang patted the case and shouted, "Hey, where are you going?" It's time to eat at noon. ”

Wang Yun said of course: "My subordinates have published their works, of course I want to praise them, seeing Yang Zijian's weakness in the past two days, he may not know that the poem has been published, I have to tell him." By the way, I probably won't be home for dinner at noon. Dad, you can eat by yourself! ”

"This stinky girl is getting more and more lawless!" Director Wang watched his daughter's back disappear at the door, took a sip of tea fiercely, and sulked.