"Thank you very much to the teachers. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yang Zijian bowed slightly, in fact, he wanted the four-way typewriter run by the principal more, but think that the typewriter uses the old-fashioned pinyin input method, for people like him who do not distinguish between n and l, this is simply a kind of torture, it is better to write by hand, and the handwritten manuscript in this era is also a kind of respect for the editor.

Mr. Lin probably read a few pages, and the text content in it was plain and simple, in-depth and simple, and eloquent, like a homely conversation. He nodded in approval, and was about to look deeper when the class bell rang, and he put the manuscript in the lesson plan and walked up to the podium.

"Class."

"Stand up!"

"Hello students!"

"Hello teacher!"

"You may be seated! Now turn to page 40 of the textbook, and today I will talk about the first unit of reading training and writing training......"

The class time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, the second class was over, and then the doorman began to deliver the latest newspapers and letters.

"Yang Zijian, your letter!" Master Qin shouted.

Yang Zijian rushed to the door and received more than 20 letters, most of which were strange letters from "pen pals", and at the same time there were four remittance slips, namely tax newspapers, overseas Chinese newspapers, building materials newspapers, and television newspapers, totaling 81 oceans -- in this era, the salary of a teacher in No. 1 Middle School was only more than 300 yuan a month.

It's just that he doesn't have an ID now, and when he goes to the post office to withdraw money, he has to stamp the school's stamp, which is a little troublesome.

At the same time, there were also brown paper envelopes from three newspapers, indicating that three more works had been published.

"Take it out and have a look." Lin Yi exclaimed enviously.

Qian Li sat at the back table, and also looked curious: "What kind of masterpiece is it, let's read it?" ”

Under the urging of the same table and the back table, Yang Zijian tore open the envelope and took out the sample newspaper, one is the prose poem "Tangxi Four Seasons Wind" published by the female editor of Youth Daily, one is the "Reverie of Linshui Palace" published by Nanjian Overseas Chinese Newspaper, and the other is "Five Hundred Meters of Pontoon Bridge, Three Hundred Years of Spring and Autumn" published by Nanjian Building Materials News, all of which are cultural essays written about their hometown.

It seems that these newspaper editors also like this style of work.

Mr. Lin walked over, asked for the date of the newspaper, and left with the two manuscripts of the novel in the "Burning Rhino" series.

At this time, Wang Yun was also attracted to read the articles published in the newspaper with Qian Li and Lin Yi.

The direction of the playground sounded the entrance music before the recess radio exercise, and the sound of the teacher on duty urging loudly on the radio, the students in the class walked towards the playground one after another, Yang Zijian also hurriedly urged Wang Yun to take them back, stuffed it directly into the drawer, and then trotted with Lin Yi to the door of the classroom.

However, the head teacher, Mr. Li, and another teacher stopped Yang Zijian.

Yang Zijian saw that this teacher was Cui You, who taught Chinese in the first (5) and (6) classes of high school, that is, the "examiner" who asked him to write "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", and also a poet and writer who had published poems in the "Poetry Magazine" under the pen name "Hong Feng".

Yang Zijian asked, "Teacher Li, Teacher Cui, what's the matter?" ”

Cui You is thirty-five or sixteen years old, short in stature, with a little deep eye sockets and clear eyes, his teaching level is very high, not only good poetry and prose writing, but also published a lot of composition teaching papers, teaching students the skills of "easy writing", he said kindly with a somewhat feminine voice: "You don't have to do morning exercises, now follow me to the office." ”

Mr. Li's BP machine rang at this time, he looked at it, seemed to be happy, and was in a hurry to leave, so he patted Yang Zijian on the shoulder and said, "You are my first writer student, do you have time to go to my house to sit?" ”

After that, go. He is one of the few teachers who wears a BP microphone to class, because he has been relying on so-called "mathematical knowledge" to speculate on stocks, and he must always pay attention to the stock market.

Yang Zijian couldn't help but smile bitterly, what is this.

"The seventh set of broadcast gymnastics starts now, and the first stretching exercise ......"

On the other side of the playground, radio gymnastics has begun.

Yang Zijian followed Mr. Cui You to his office.

"Yang Zijian, you fill out this form." Teacher Cui smiled and handed over a form and said, "I am the director of the Nanjian City Writers Association, and after the recommendation of me and the director of Yan Cong, the City Writers Association decided to absorb you as a member, and you are also the youngest member, you are one year younger than Ma Qiuyuan of the third middle school!" ”

Yang Zijian took a look at the "Application Form for Membership of the Nanjian Writers Association", which was too familiar, and he was also the vice chairman of the Municipal Writers Association in his previous life, although there were more than a dozen of them, at that time Teacher Cui You had already gone to Ludao to teach - many outstanding teachers in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, including Teacher Yang Jun, who taught English, would go to Ludao City Middle School to teach after 95 or 96 years.

Seeing that Yang Zijian seemed to be thinking about something, Mr. Cui immediately explained: "Don't worry, the Nanjian Writers Association is a people's organization of literary workers and amateur authors affiliated to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The Municipal Writers' Association has the responsibility of liaison, coordination and service to the city's literary workers and amateur authors, with the aim of uniting the vast number of literary workers and amateur authors, striving to develop and prosper the socialist literary and artistic undertakings, and striving to promote the new bureau of the construction of the four modernizations......"

"I'll fill it in right away," Yang Zijian hurriedly interrupted, he was more familiar with the content of these charters than Mr. Cui, "I'm just very surprised that I am actually qualified to join this glorious group." You know, Mr. Ba Jin is the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, I have long wanted to join, thank you very much for giving me this opportunity! ”

Cui You smiled and said: "Yang Zijian, I am actually very optimistic about you and have been paying attention to you. Moreover, it is not difficult for the Municipal Writers Association to join, as long as a certain number of literary works have been published in CN newspapers and periodicals. You have fully achieved it, but the Municipal Writers' Association will hold a meeting of the Presidium of the Writers' Association to approve it after accumulating a certain number of new members. This time you are lucky, the number of new members has reached fifteen, and the presidium meeting was held last Friday, and Yan Cong and I added your name to the meeting, and then passed, and now it is just a matter of filling out the application form. ”

This luck is indeed too good.

In the Internet age, the writers' association is actually useless, but in the era of newspapers and periodicals, the importance of this organization is greater.

First of all, the Writers Association holds various essay competitions, and at the same time recommends entries at the provincial and national levels. Of course, the Writers' Association essay competition is very pitiful, and many times it is not based on the quality of the work, but on the seniority of the cake, and many judges are both players and referees. Especially in the city essay competition, the top one or two must be the dozen or so old writers and old leaders.

But if you get a third place, you will be rewarded with a few hundred dollars.

Secondly, it is a variety of wind collection activities, literary pen clubs, literary symposiums, etc., which are free tours, and they are all selected famous mountains and rivers, eating and drinking all-inclusive, and waiting for high-quality reception.