(a)

In the cold spring, the new semester has begun again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I reported to the school on the first day, I passed by the communication room at the school gate, and Master Tan leaned out of the window of the communication room and called my name loudly: "Idealism!" Idealism! Come here! ”

I walked to the communication room and asked him, "Master Tan, the new semester is good, do you need my help with anything?" ”

Master Tan said, "There is something! It's so something! Take away all your letters. ”

Has anyone written to me? I don't remember who left the school's address to?

I followed Master Tan into the back of the communication room. Master Tan pointed to a sack on the ground and said, "Oh, it's all here." You call two male classmates to help, take them all, the courier will come in a while, maybe there will be more! ”

I said, "Is the letter in this sack?" ”

Master Tan looked at me and said, "In the sack?" This sack of letters is all yours! Ouch, little girl, what have you done, there are so many letters every day, I haven't done anything else during the whole winter vacation, and I have received letters from you every day. ”

I looked at Master Tan in amazement. I said, "I didn't do anything." I don't know what's going on? Could it be that the person with the same name got the wrong address? ”

Master Tan took out a form with several pages and handed it to me, saying, "You sign it, and you can sign it." As of today, there are 4,200 in total! ”

I've never received so many letters in my life! I'm really scared!

(b)

During recess that day, I was inundated with letters.

As I sat on the hill of letters and read them one by one, I felt the eyes of the whole class fall on me. I felt uncomfortable being stared at by them.

The letters came from all over the country, and they were written by people I didn't know.

Many people expressed their admiration for me in their letters, and many boys sent pictures of them about how they loved me. Someone wrote a letter about one of their business projects and asked me to participate and help promote it. In a letter, someone asked me to lend him money to improve his life; In his letter, he asked me to teach him how to educate his disobedient children. Someone asked me to give him all the stamps I had received on the letter.

I looked at these various letters all the way and fell into a fog. What's going on? Who am I messing with?

At noon, the master in the communication room came to the classroom again and asked me to sign the letter.

This time, it's more than 3,600!

When the receipt was signed, a circle of students gathered around the communication room were watching. I felt like I was going to have a mental breakdown!

I don't have a place to store these letters. So, they were stacked in a corner of the classroom.

I looked at the letters in a daze.

The whole class has already volunteered to help me dismantle them one by one.

There were also good deeds in the neighboring class who took the initiative to come over and join the army of letter opening volunteers.

Curious chattering echoed through the hallways.

This matter quickly grew wings and spread throughout the school.

After the first class in the afternoon, hundreds of students from other classes came to our classroom, pointing at me and the pile of letters.

I felt as if I had been tricked by fate.

Who's doing a prank, it's all!

Because you don't have physical education classes in the new semester, you are only responsible for the training of the shooting team, so you didn't come to school that day and went directly to the shooting range to prepare for the afternoon training. You don't know what's going on here.

(c)

In the middle of the second class in the afternoon, Principal Cheng appeared at the door of our classroom.

He had a smile on his face. He waved to me cordially, reminding me of when he told you to take Liu Wenli to his house for dinner.

He apologized to the teacher in class, and then said to me, "I'm sorry, Weixin, for delaying your class a little, and you can come out to my office now?" ”

I stood up in full view of everyone and followed Principal Cheng out of the classroom.

Behind him was a buzzing chatter.

In Principal Cheng's office, I finally knew why these things were happening.

Towards the end of last semester, the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League held a nationwide essay contest for middle school students. The Chinese teaching and research department assigned each class to write an essay on this topic, and then selected three essays from the students in the school and recommended them, including one of mine.

I remember that I had transcribed the essay on a special piece of paper at the request of my teacher and handed it to the class study committee, and then I completely forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, after we have started the winter vacation, the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League announced the results of this essay competition:

I actually won the first prize in the country!

Subsequently, my essay was arranged by the organizing committee and published in several high-circulation journals for middle school students at the same time, and the official commendation document jointly issued by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Ministry of Education also arrived at the school on the afternoon before the start of school.

All of a sudden, I was a national celebrity!

Principal Cheng congratulated me with a spring breeze, praised me for being a talented woman, both civil and military, and the pride of the school, and highly praised me for winning glory for the school again.

Principal Cheng said he would write to my parents and invite my parents and me to a parent-teacher conference next week. Because many parents want to know how my family raised me. They wanted to know how I could write this thing, how I could be a teenager and make a splash.

In the principal's gushing speech, I vaguely remembered when the Chinese teacher told me about it, saying that my essay was scored the highest in the provincial election, but at that time, you were on the front line of life and death in the hospital, and I didn't have the heart to care about these things at all, and I couldn't even remember the theme of the essay contest, and I couldn't remember the title of my own essay, nor did I remember what I wrote.

It was the first time I felt so clearly disconnected and alienated from the world.

I've never understood this so clearly before: I've never really lived in this world. I don't care what's going on with it. I lived in my own world until its waves hit me in the face.

The headmaster's words bubbled through my ears, and I felt a strong distraction from the outside world.

It's not me who really wants to win, I don't want to deal with these things at all.

I just want to be with you as much as I can, just the two of us, in isolation.

I don't want to be dragged back into this world at all.

I suddenly felt so badly wanted to see you. I feel like there's a lot I want to say to you, but I don't know what to say. I just want to see you right away.

I forgot how long Principal Cheng's conversation had lasted that day, and as I was leaving, he smiled and said, "I've heard that you now receive a lot of letters every day. You've never experienced anything like this before, right? I know you're going to put your honor in perspective and not be complacent, right? ”

Principal Cheng said, "I haven't read these letters, but I suspect that there may be some unhealthy thoughts and emotions in them. For example, there may be a guy who shows affection for you or something, and someone who will give you a gift. ”

He said, "I know you're going to be right about that, aren't you?" ”

"You're a good student, you're going to get all kinds of things right emotionally, in life, right? ”

"Whether it's happening close to you or it's far away," he said. ”

He said: "You will be worthy of the commendation of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Ministry of Education, the recommendation of the Provincial Education Bureau, and the trust of the school, right?" ”

When he had said this, he looked at me earnestly.

I couldn't help but shiver in my heart under his gaze.

Then I said, "I will." ”

He smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be distracted by these, don't distract yourself from studying and training." I look forward to your continued efforts to achieve greater and more honors for the school in the subsequent entrance exams and various competitions. ”

He said: "If you have any psychological trouble, or don't know what to do, you should communicate more with the head teacher, Lao Wang, and ask parents for advice." If you can trust me, it's perfectly fine to come and communicate with me directly. ”

I said, "Principal, don't worry, I won't be distracted from my studies and training." There will be no complacency. I will follow the instructions of the teachers and handle these letters. ”

The headmaster nodded and said, "Well, that's good. You also have to deal with your own feelings. ”