"Huh? How did you do that? ”

So, Cheng Xiong told his parents what had happened.

After hearing what happened, Feng praised again and again: "The third child is really capable, he deserves to be my son!" ”

In this way, the family was immersed in joy until night fell and people went to sleep......

The holiday was coming to an end soon, and Cheng Xiong walked into the school of Luxiang No. 2 Middle School. At that time, there was no concept of accompaniment, Luxiang No. 2 Middle School was in the county seat, about 100 miles away from Duanmu's family, and entering the city to enroll in school was considered out of Duanmu's family. Cheng Xiong and a few classmates who knew each other well rented a house in the old building area of Nancheng in Luxiang County, in the end, they just wanted to spend less money.

The most unforgettable thing for Chengxiong is the magical combination of potatoes and white wood in the canteen of No. 2 Middle School in that era. Breakfast is salted potato strips with shredded cabbage, at noon is potato slices copy cabbage slices, and in the evening is cabbage stewed potatoes.

In high school, it was also mixed, and there were more children from rich families. Some of their parents are **, and some are the children of the first wave of merchants who went to the sea, although Cheng Xiong is also a scholar, but his living standard is definitely not comparable to these people. At that time, there were already students in Chengxiong's class who had special red flag cars to pick them up and drop off from school. Some of them wore fashionable clothes and brand-name pens; Some people like to wear imported leather shoes; Some can bring their eldest brother to the school to pretend to be a force, their life is really exquisite and chic.

But for these, Cheng Xiong disagrees, because he has many hobbies.

And what makes Cheng Xiong nostalgic the most is a Xinhua bookstore next to their rental house. Every Saturday when he is off, Cheng Xiong comes to this bookstore to read. Of course, the money given by the family at that time was not too much, and Cheng Xiong did not have extra money to buy books. But you can still read books, Cheng Xiong's favorite type is poetry, at that time, Jin Yong and Qiong Yao gathered, and poetry was also surging and popular in this era. Domestic, foreign, classical, nostalgic, inspirational, love, there are many, many more. For example, "Boat Ticket" in Yu Guang, Gorky's "Haiyan", and even Haizi's "Spring, Ten Haizi". Often Cheng Xiong stayed for an afternoon, he was immersed in the words between the lines, and he was fascinated and relished.

He also memorized a poem, adapted it, and wrote it on his desk, which was literary.

Mongolian Steppe

The sun showed a long-lost smile,

The spring breeze caresses the peach blossoms.

greenish leaves,

Red stamens dot the dots.

In the yurt,

Entertain you with fragrant mare's milk wine,

Ganwei's butter tea,

And listen to the sound of the horse-head fiddle,

There are also prairie girls who sing and dance,

Is it a wonderland?

It is a desirable Mongolian steppe!

The simplicity that has been lost for a long time,

Selfless.

Pink romance,

Every grass in the steppe is drunk and green.

But I'm a little sad myself,

Because I have developed an attachment to the prairie.

My soul,

Even my rosy acacia,

Lost in the Mongolian steppe.

In every Chinese exam, Cheng Xiong's essay score is very high. Maybe it's because he likes poetry, and every time he writes an article, he can use those beautiful words. Narratives, plain texts, and inspirational essays can all be readily available. Every time the Chinese teacher reads an excellent essay in the class, Cheng Xiong's essay will definitely appear in it.

Many students of that era had a notebook and carefully kept some of the articles they had written. The same is true for Cheng Xiong, who also likes to keep his favorite literary works.

The title of his essay once was to describe the beauty of spring, and the general content of the writing was as follows:

The Beauty of Spring

"The time of the year lies in spring", spring is the beginning of the year; Spring is the beginning of the growth of all things; Spring is the beginning of a busy time for farmers. When the spring breeze blows the earth, the ice melts, the grass sprouts, and the flowers gradually bloom, it is a beautiful sight. It is precisely because there are so many beautiful scenes that poets have written so many poems describing spring, I love spring!

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows", the spring breeze uses her infinite power to blow the green earth and red flowers, telling people that spring has arrived. "Lonely grass and streams grow, there are yellow orioles singing deep trees", spring is coming, the grass is green, which makes the birds have more happiness, they chirp in the trees, like happy and lively children, they fly happily between the trees; "The street rain is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none", "Yang Chun Budeze, all things are bright", "The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe", the grass traces of Qianqian expose the coming of spring; "Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water", the advent of spring makes the scenery around us more beautiful. These poems make our hearts ripple for it, and our happy mood is because of the company of spring.

However, some poets lament the state of the world and human feelings, so that we have to be sad and happy, "In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the hometown", which makes people feel sad in the hopeful spring; "Hearing that Sungai spring is still good, I also want to go on a light boat, but I am afraid that the Sungai boat will not be able to carry it, and there will be many sorrows", how can we not feel melancholy when we read such a bleak poem.

Spring is not as bleak as autumn, not as hot as summer, and not as cold as winter. It brings warmth, it brings people out of the cold, and it leads you to the harvest season. However, some people prefer autumn because autumn is the season of harvest, but what I think is that if there is no spring effort, there will be no autumn harvest; Without the greenery of spring, there would be no golden yellowness of autumn. Therefore, only with the effort will there be a harvest. I like spring, I like the green grass, I like the flowers that just bloom in spring, and I like the stream that flows in spring...... They make me feel the continuation of life, the existence of hope, I love spring!

From Cheng Xiong's works, you can see how much he likes poetry, so much so that he uses allusions so expressively.

Not only poetry, Cheng Xiong also likes to play chess very much, it is chess! Cheng Xiong's chess skills are really high, he has always loved to play chess, and his thinking is very clear, most of them win more and lose less, amazing!

Once, on Saturday, Cheng Xiong walked to the old building area of Nancheng as usual, and suddenly saw a group of people playing chess around him, which was a good thing for Cheng Xiong, who had a heavy homework and no place to decompress. He squeezed into the dense crowd, only to see that both sides of the game were stacked with some scattered money, and Cheng Xiong understood that this chess game was used for gambling money!

I saw that the two sides were fighting for me, and they didn't spare for a moment, and the one that killed was called a pleasure, so that the surrounding chess friends applauded again and again, and Cheng Xiong was also deeply attracted by this chess game, and sometimes he was held his breath by the changes in the situation on the chessboard; Sometimes I feel the helplessness of one wrong step and one wrong step; From time to time, he was taken back to life, raised his arms and shouted, clapping his hands. 166 Reading Network