Suddenly I just entered the radio station, and even I couldn't believe it was true! During lunch, Xun Huan said to Wang Xiaoqin: In the past, when I was in elementary school, only the children of those teachers or other powerful children could enter the radio station.

That's because you're progressing now. Wang Xiaoqin said with a smile.

Xun Huan smiled embarrassedly.

Actually, when I was in elementary school, I thought that entering the radio station and being the class leader was something very noble. Especially the cadres of the brigade, watching them wear armbands and go to various classes every night to check their hygiene, I really feel so angry. But I didn't get a chance. Wang Xiaoqin said enviously.

Especially the flag-raisers, the Red Flag Guards. They wore the red and red clothes customized by the school, which really made me envious, those white hands, red hats, I always dreamed of having. Xun Huan also said enviously.

Our school also has a flag-raising guard, which feels very bullish. They still have to rehearse in the evening, knocking and beating, I really envy it. Wang Xiaoqin also agreed.

However, when it comes to junior high school, it's different. It's very democratic, you can apply for whatever you want to do for a long time, the student union, the radio station, and the class cadres. They all raised their hands to sign up, and the whole class voted. Now, whatever class cadre you want to be, as long as you work hard, you can. There will always be a chance, like the class president of our class, who raised his hand to sign up. Fortunately, no one is fighting with her, it seems that in junior high school, everyone's mentality is different, and they are not so anxious to be a cadre on duty. When Xun Huan said this, several classmates next to him laughed.

Maybe in junior high school, the mentality is really a little different, the last time I was in military training, in fact, I also had the opportunity to go to the National Flag Guard, but, in the end, I don't know why, I gave up inexplicably. Wang Xiaoqin said this, feeling that he was incredible.

That's you, I still want to be a class leader, I want to join the student union, and I want to be the president. Ouyang Yu suddenly walked over, sat next to Xun Huan and Wang Xiaoqin, and said with a smile.

Ouyang Yu, you can be your football captain. Xun Huan encouraged him and said.

I'm the captain, I'm the captain. The foreign coach looked up to me, first of all, I was tall, and my skills were great, and secondly, I was at a first-class level with the ball over my head. Ouyang Yu said proudly.

That is, none of us can be wrong, including you, Wang Ding, and Xun Huan.

Hehe, Wang Ding is out of reach, he is getting farther and farther away from us, and no matter how hard I chase him, it is only his starting point. Ouyang Yu suddenly looked like a deflated ball.

No, everyone's time is the same. You're fighting on the football pitch, he's training in the national team, it's just the same thing. Xun Huan comforted him.

That's different, he can win the world championship, and I'm just a national football team at best, you know.

It doesn't matter, this world will always believe in what it is: the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves are shot to death on the beach. Maybe one day, because of your efforts, the national football team will suddenly dominate the world. Wang Xiaoqin's words are very reasonable, who knows what will happen in the future.

This can be there! Support Wang Xiaoqin's statement. Everything in this world is variable, there is no immutable thing, and who can say what will happen in many years.

By the way, Xun Huan, I heard that you are writing a script, did Wang Xiaoqin ask with concern.

Yes, it's a school psychodrama that you can also write, all the students can write it, as long as you have a story in mind, and it will be performed as a class. Wang Xiaoqin, I suggest that you be both a screenwriter and a director.

Oh my God, there is such a good thing, I couldn't have imagined it before, can I really be a director and screenwriter

Yes, as long as you guide well and write well, you can do anything.

Well, this is a good idea, Ouyang Yu also interjected and said, every game is a play, a big psychological drama, however, I really don't have time to write, you all know, all day long, eating, drinking, sleeping, going outside of class, we are all training, it is the same when the weather is sunny and rainy.

Or, you say, I'll write it, and write about your mental journey of preparing for the competition, one trip after another, which must be very surprising and shocking. Because football students who play football generally give people a strong and powerful feeling, if you delicately write your mental journey, the visual and psychological impact will definitely become the highlight of the whole field.

Haha, it feels like you're all so good. Xun Huan said enviously, however, my own script has not been written yet, seeing that you have such ideas, I also have my next ideas.

I think you should write about Wang Ding. Ouyang Yu and Wang Xiaoqin said in unison, after the two of them finished speaking, they were embarrassed why they had such a tacit understanding, you look at me, I look at you, and the two of them added with a smile: Wang Ding is indeed too powerful, he has become the myth of our session, the guiding light.

Actually, I am the Wang Ding who wrote. Xun Huan said in a low voice. Cleverly guessed by you.

Just write about him, and when you say that, I suddenly feel a wave of positive energy drifting past me. I believe that those who have heard his story will be inspired by his story.

After eating, let's go outside and play a little, and the bell will ring again. Ouyang Yu proposed.

Well, Xun Huan and Wang Xiaoqin also hurriedly finished eating. Wang Xiaoqin proposed: Go for a walk, and wait for the afternoon to sleep will not be so uncomfortable.

At noon, the school field was very noisy, and the basketball court, football field, and flower beds were crowded with students from different classes, the same school uniforms, and different faces. If primary school is the beginning of life, then middle school is the coordinate of life, where you can sweat and work hard to water your dreams.

On the school's radio, the script written by Xun Huan yesterday was being played.

In the announcer's subdued tone, it seems that the brain is undergoing a deep SPA, and Xun Huan likes this atmosphere. After the broadcast was finished, someone ordered another song to play, and in an instant, beautiful music poured down from the overhead, like a dream.

It's really strange that someone ordered Xun Huan's favorite song "Because I Just Met You"

We cried

We laughed

We look up at the sky

There are still a few stars lit up

We sang

The song of time

to know how to hug each other

What the hell is it for

Because I just met you

It's beautiful to leave footprints

The wind blows the flowers and tears like rain

Because I don't want to separate

Because I just happened to meet you

Leave a decade of expectations

If we meet again

I think I'll remember you

We laughed

We look up at the sky

There are still a few stars lit up

We sang

The song of time

to know how to hug each other

What the hell is it for

Because I just met you

It's beautiful to leave footprints

The wind blows the flowers and tears like rain

……

I don't know why, as soon as I heard this song, Xun Huan felt like crying.

The afternoon class was again a few exams.

The sixth period is the school's after-school service. Xun Huan, they all chose physics and Olympiad mathematics, and some students chose programming and technology, or we also chose science, and the girls' science is weaker. Wang Ji discussed with Xun Huan.

No, Xun Huan bluntly refused.

I want to learn musical instruments and guzheng. Although many other students have chosen programming, technology, etc., they are all directly related to learning. However, I feel that having the opportunity to touch musical instruments and guzheng is God's greatest gift to me.

Oh, that's fine, but you have to take your time, you can't learn it in a day or two.

However, Xun Huan felt that she had no choice, for the sake of her dream, she had to seize every opportunity to improve herself. Being able to touch musical instruments and guzheng for free at school will make your dream come true.

In the school's music theory room, sitting next to the guzheng for the first time, Xun Huan felt like a world away. Xun Huan must have never imagined that the first time he learned guzheng was carried out in such a situation.

The teacher who taught Guzheng was Shen, very classical beauty, perhaps the reason for the musical edification, her temperament fascinated Xun Huan, a touch of elegance, a touch of elegance, indisputable but stand out from the crowd.

Teacher Shen, you are so good-looking. Xun Huan said with a sigh.

Teacher Shen laughed lightly: My facial features are ordinary, and my appearance is also very ordinary.

But I found that there was an unusual beauty in you, and that beauty seemed to jump out of every skin, intriguing.

Haha, Xun Huan, you practice the piano well and put your mind on music, you can also have that kind of beauty, radiating from the inside out.

However, Xun Huan found that his path to learning the piano was more like a torture.

For the first time, sitting on the stool where he was practicing, looking at the strings on the guzheng, Xun Huan was a little stunned, with so many strings, how to start?

Teacher Shen seemed to see her thoughts and told her, "The sound of the guzheng is composed of five tones, doremisola, so you can count how many strings there are first." ”

Ah, I still have to count strings Xun Huan never thought about how many strings I had to count, and muttered in my heart, why do you have to count strings However, what the teacher said must be reasonable, so Xun Huan counted it carefully.

It seems like it should be 21 strings. Xun Huan finished counting and told Teacher Shen with certainty.

Then take a closer look, is there any difference between these 21 strings?

The difference Xun Huan looked at carefully. I don't see any difference. In her eyes, she can only see the difference between high and low, long and short. So, she couldn't tell the difference at all.

Can't see the difference? Mr. Shen patiently explained: You see that there are 5 groups of notes in these 21 strings, which are double bass,

Bass, midrange, treble doremisola and soprano do.

Also, you take a closer look at what else is not

Xun Huan sat there, directly confused.

Teacher Shen leaned down, pointed to the four green lines and said: Look at these 4 green lines, these 4 lines are all so sounds, which is not only convenient for recognizing the sound, but also convenient for finding the sound.

After the teacher finished explaining, he began to let Xun Huan recognize the sound, and it was relatively simple to recognize the sound, and after a while, Xun Huan recognized the sound on the 21 strings.

However, this is only scratching the surface.

Practicing fingering is the most important part of learning Guzheng.

Teacher Shen also taught Xun Huan about fingering: single-finger fingering "drag", when playing, the big finger is dialed outward, and the strings should be plucked in the bass direction, and the action of dragging is through the shoulder, arm, hand and false nails, natural and ingenious and coordinated movement, wiping is the index finger plucking the strings inward, wiping is usually with the big finger or the middle two fingers of the performance, that is, the single tone or the ascending tone stage of the plucked strings. The left hand chant according to the fingering guzheng, the most characteristic fingering.

Later, Mr. Shen demonstrated fingering techniques such as hook and pluck. After the teacher did it again, Xun Huan also put on fake nails and began to practice, the first time, Xun Huan was messed up, he always felt that his hands did not obey the call, and he was anxious all of a sudden, and the more anxious he was, the more he didn't know what to do. I always feel that my hands are very stiff, and it takes a long time for my brain to control it before I can pluck a string.

Mr. Shen, why do you think it's so easy to watch you play?

Teacher Shen smiled and said: Didn't the ancients say that it is easy to see things and difficult to do.

However, how do I feel really hard, it's like fighting with my left and right hands. Also, when you hook it around like this, your fingers are numb and numb.

The teacher comforted Xun Huan and said, don't be afraid, after a long time, you will be free, and you will also be on this instrument.

Xun Huan said in his heart: By the time he arrives, he may have been tortured for a long time, and this should be the rumored killing of each other.

Teacher Shen seemed to see Xun Huan's thoughts, and sat on the seat to play a song of Jianghua Moonlit Night, only to see the teacher's jade hand plucked, slowly stroked the thin strings, and the beautiful notes jumped out briskly one by one, playing a classical rhyme, looking at the words written on the score, and the moving beauty of the sound outlined by the piano. Bow your head and sing, and the words that pop out of your mouth become smooth, like a flowing stream, bringing people into a beautiful state of mind.

It's really drunk. Xun Huan looked at Teacher Shen's fascinated appearance again. God is focused, as if a fairy is spreading musical notes, and the sound of the piano is like the sound of a mountain stream and a spring, and like a ring bell. The ethereal sound reminds people of the valley's orchids, and the ancient sound seems to resist the wind in the clouds.

I must learn Guzheng well. Xun Huan seemed to have made a lot of determination.

Is there a guzheng at home, and the teacher asked with concern.

No. Xun Huan replied timidly.

No wonder, it feels like you're not practicing.

Teacher, I don't have a place to practice, but I really want to practice this guzheng well. It's wonderful, it's so comfortable.

Well, if you memorize the fingering and practice diligently, you will definitely learn it well.

However, Xun Huan said apprehensively that there is only one opportunity to practice once a week, which is too little. Teacher, can I add a class?

That's not good, this class is arranged by the school collectively, and the teacher's time is also reasonably allocated. Xun Huan, if you really like to practice, you can practice fingering and memorize piano scores by yourself first. By the time you go to the next class, you'll be much more proficient.

Well, Xun Huan nodded. When class ended at five o'clock, Xun Huan was reluctant to leave. The teacher specially allowed her to practice for an extra twenty minutes.

Because of these twenty minutes, Xun Huan waved to Wang Dingxian. She said, "Wang Ding, do you know? Today, I plucked up the courage to borrow 20 minutes from the teacher to practice the guzheng.

That's amazing, not bad.

It's all you said, you have to take the initiative to say what you think in your heart, and you have to firmly seize the opportunity.

Well, yes, if you don't seize the opportunity, it won't be called an opportunity.

Yes, but I really feel a lot of pressure, and there are so many things that I need to focus on. It's both a challenge and an opportunity.

Are there so many opportunities now?

Yes, learn guzheng and musical instruments. Do the radio, write the script. Of course, there is also studying, brushing questions. I don't think I can bear it, everything is not easy.

You take your time, sort it out, make a schedule, and organize the things you want to do, so that you can get everything done in an orderly manner.

Uh-huh.

Also, Xun Huan, have you ever broadcast a script?

No, just writing it already makes me feel very struggling and want to give up. I feel that the level of the manuscript is too high, the first draft, in the end, have been changed more than a dozen times, so that I have to vomit blood, but, the teacher is still not very satisfied, she said that the article is not full enough, and some places are not well written, so, I think it's so difficult, the first year of junior high school is a pit, maybe you can become a god and a tyrant if you go over. If you can't get over, it's a mess of cannon fodder. After Xun Huan finished speaking, his eyes were full of melancholy and uncertainty about the future.

However, Xun Huan, it's really simple to give up one thing, but it will be very difficult to really stick to one thing. However, perhaps after many years, it will be more and more difficult for the person who gives up. And those who persevere, will become simpler and better.

Xun Huan felt that what Wang Ding said was very reasonable. So she said: don't worry, I'll stick to it.

But, Xun Huan, if you do radio, I think you have to practice your pronunciation.

How to practice

Pronounce accurately, pronounce words clearly, and try to pronounce each word completely. Bite the word, stand the word belly, and close the word.

Use the nose, mouth, throat, and four chambers at the same time. Speak loudly and quickly, without pauses.

Be vocal when you express yourself. Speak your thoughts accurately, completely, and vividly. Accurately paraphrase what someone else is saying. Accurately and vividly describe scenes, events, objects, people and life.

However, Xun Huan felt that all this would take time, but she was still very confident in herself.

It's just that the next day, the psychology teacher asked Xun Huan to try broadcasting. What happened made Xun Huan dumbfounded.

Xun Huan picked up the microphone and only said one word, but he found that he was trembling, and the hand that grabbed the microphone trembled unexpectedly. The words he said made Xun Huan himself not know what he was doing.

What's going on, the teacher was amazed. It was the first time she had seen someone shaken like that with a microphone. Xun Huan, have you never practiced speaking in front of many people before?

No, Xun Huan lowered his head and told the truth: Before the fifth grade, I basically belonged to the air in our class, and few people cared, and I never did anything in the class, not even reading.

Why

Because I didn't get good grades at that time, I was an unknown scumbag. Never exercised anything.

It doesn't matter, the past doesn't matter anymore, what matters is what we do now

Xun Huan was silent and didn't know what to do

Xun Huan, let me tell you the most direct way to exercise your courage, standing on the bustling street on the weekend, tourists are like carp. If you open your throat and loudly introduce the local scenery, if you can do it, do it several times and practice repeatedly, and you will definitely be bold.

Xun Huan followed the teacher's guidance and came to the street to face the bustling crowd. Xun Huan stood there, so anxious that he wanted to cry, but he just couldn't open his mouth.

What to do? Xun Huan was in a hurry.

I remember reading in a book that when the national player Zhang Yining was playing table tennis, sometimes in order to pursue a better way of playing, he would cut his legs with a clip, and let himself improve a little bit in the painful comprehension again and again.

Xun Huan took out the clip he had brought, and pinched his arm hard, the pain in his heart spread, and Xun Huan screamed

A lot of people cast strange glances. Xun Huan felt very embarrassed. Wang Xiaoqin suddenly shouted, Xun Huan, you must take this step, otherwise, you will lose all your efforts.

By the way, Xun Huan, think about your dreams. Wang Yan also encouraged her and said: Remember your dream, Xun Huan, look at it, there are so many of us accompanying you, you must say that paragraph out loud.

Xun Huan looked at Wang Xiaoqin, and then at Wang Yan, and finally, as if she had made a great determination, she recited aloud the draft she had made in the dormitory. Although many people cast strange glances at her, and some people talked about it, Xun Huan didn't care anymore.

Later, Xun Huan went to several more prosperous streets, performed in a loop several times, and used three weekends to be accompanied by different classmates three times, and boldly performed several talk shows.

In the end, even Xun Huan himself couldn't believe that he dared to walk on the open-air stage. On that day, there was a stage that was built in the middle of the show, calling the audience to come up and perform a show.

Xun Huan didn't think much about it, after going up, she presented the song "Just Met You" to everyone, and when she finished singing, the audience applauded, Xun Huan was surprised to find that she didn't feel scared at all.