Chapter Ninety-Four: Poetry Contest
I looked up and saw Zhou Xue walking in with a schoolbag on her back. She didn't go back to her seat, but walked directly to me and Li Yaowen with her schoolbag on her back. Li Yaowen saw that it was her, nodded and greeted her with a smile.
"I heard the teacher tell you about your grandmother, you must be sad, right?" Zhou Xue said, Li Yaowen shook his head at her, smiled and said, "It's okay anymore......"
"That's good." After Zhou Xue finished speaking, she said a few more words to Li Yaowen. Suddenly thought of something, and happily said to Li Yaowen, "Do you know? When I went to the office last Friday to deliver something, I heard from the head teacher and the Chinese teacher that our city was going to hold a poetry and essay contest. I think you can sign up for it and relax! ”
"Poetry Essay Contest?" Li Yaowen asked, and when he saw Zhou Xue nodding, he said, "Although my Chinese grades are not bad, my composition is not good, but ......" He turned to look at me, "You can try, your composition is good." ”
"I don't write very well either...... I said. Seeing this, Zhou Xue said: "This is an unlimited number of people, you can write it!" After writing, just discipline it. ”
As she was saying that the people in the class were coming one after another, Zhou Xue saw that it was not good to stay here any longer, and after saying a few more words, she told us that she would go back to her seat first. Li Yaowen and I nodded, and the bell rang at half past seven. Our first class on Monday was a Chinese class, and the Chinese teacher didn't say anything after coming in, and only briefly told us what Zhou Xue said before when the class was about to end. However, in the second English class, which is the class of our homeroom teacher, he told us in detail about this competition: "Next week, the Municipal Education Bureau will jointly publish a book for teenagers in more than a dozen schools in our city, so we will hold a poetry and composition contest, the subject matter is not limited, the content is required to be healthy and positive, and the number of words is not less than 200 words." It can be in the form of poems, stories, essays, etc. Outstanding works will be published in young people's books. And there are bonuses too! The head teacher said, glancing at the students below who were listening very carefully. Although the Chinese teacher also said it in the previous lesson, when it comes to bonuses, people will be very interested. "The first prize will be awarded 1,000 yuan for two people, the second prize for four will be awarded 800 yuan, the third prize for six will be awarded 600 yuan, and the fourth and fifth prizes will be 400 yuan and 200 yuan respectively, and eight and ten will be respectively. Students who want to participate will have their written things in the hands of your Chinese teacher by this Friday, and everyone can participate! ”
After the head teacher finished speaking, there was a burst of jubilation in the class, all of them were thinking about those bonuses, but how could those bonuses be so easy to get? Think about how many students are in our school alone, and how many students from the schools in the city have to participate?
Actually, I want those bonuses too, and the lowest prize is 200 yuan. A little more money is enough for me to pay for a semester's tuition. This will also reduce a little burden on Dad. I thought to myself, I'm going to give it a try anyway. It doesn't matter if it's written well or not, just try it anyway. What if I don't really get a place?
At the end of class, the class collectively fried up and discussed this matter, asking you whether to write or not, whether to write or not. Li Yaowen also said to me that you can try, I nodded and said I can give it a try. So in the next few days, I listened to Li Yaowen give me lectures during the day between classes and after school at noon, and when I came home in the evening, I finished my homework and after eating, thinking about how to write about the competition.
But I thought about it a lot, I wanted to write about family, family, seasons, or flowers and plants, or praise some people and things, but in the end I didn't come to a conclusion. And I was not satisfied with the few manuscripts I wrote, and I felt that they were too ordinary to win the award. Although Li Yaowen told me that the emphasis is on participation, but having said that, if you have the opportunity to win an award, who doesn't want to win an award?
Lee Yiu-man...... When I thought of him, something suddenly occurred to me, something flashed through my mind, and I felt as if I had found my way. I quickly grabbed my pen and wrote down what came to my mind. I kept scribbling and revising it until about 12 o'clock in the evening.
I looked at what I had written, and it was written for one person, and certainly for myself......