On Monday morning, the fiery red sun rose from the sky through the thin mist. All the students of Yuan County Middle School lined up according to their classes and stood in front of the podium on the school playground.
The national anthem was played and the red flag slowly rose against the red sun.
Wei Qingfan stood in the crowd, looked at the red flag, silently counted the rhythm of the national anthem, and couldn't help but secretly worry about it.
It’s coming soon!
There's still a section of the national anthem left, and it's almost reaching the top. Do you still have some way to go later?
"Soon!"
Someone was talking quietly next to them, and they obviously noticed the flag-raiser's mistake.
Sure enough, because we were climbing too fast in front, the red flag began to slow down significantly in the last distance, and changed from a rabbit to a tortoise, stuck there slowly, as if motionless.
Finally, after spending nearly twenty seconds of stasis in the torture, as the music ended, the red flag finally showed an obvious upward trend again, like a sprint at the last moment, hitting the top of the flagpole with the sound of singing.
Seeing it flying high in the sky, everyone in the playground seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head walked to the rostrum and gave a speech, saying that it was almost the end of the semester, study hard, etc., and then said: "In addition, I would like to tell the students some good news. Last month, the Provincial Education Bureau
In the provincial composition competition for middle school students organized by the province, the school leaders selected and organized students from our school to actively participate in the competition and achieved excellent results!
"Especially Wei Qingfan from Class 16, Grade 2, won the provincial first prize. Everyone applauded and encouraged him!"
This news had only spread in a small area before, and not many people knew about it. Even the students who participated in the competition did not know the news about winning the prize. When there was no news, they thought it was the result.
At this time, I suddenly learned that someone in the school actually won the first prize. While many people were applauding, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
The senior high school students also came, and Gu Chengyu was also among the crowd when he learned the news and was immediately stunned.
He was originally very confident and felt that he would definitely have a chance to win the prize, but in the end nothing happened. He went to his uncle to inquire about it and found out that he had not won the prize. He was depressed for several days.
But no one won the award, which is not a shameful thing. The result...
Wei Qingfan actually won the provincial first prize?
Didn’t he write off topic?
So shameless!
He recalled that when he came back from the exam, he had been talking loudly all the way, and felt that his face was burning. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, thinking that Wei Qingfan must be deliberately cheating him.
"Now we invite classmate Wei Qingfan to speak and share his valuable experience with us!"
The dean took the lead in applauding, and the applause became loud again.
Wei Qingfan took two pieces of paper and walked out of the class queue. He walked towards the rostrum with his head held high, enjoying the eyes of curiosity, envy and love along the way.
When he walked onto the rostrum, he saw Wei Qinghuan in the crowd nearby. She was not very tall and was positioned relatively forward. She was waving vigorously to Wei Qingfan, as if to show that she was his brother.
Wei Qingfan glared at her, but his foot fell, staggered, and almost fell.
The dean, who was looking at him with a smile on his face, was startled and hurried over, as if he wanted to help him.
He didn't know whether it was because the dew hadn't dried at night or because the director's feet were slippery. He wanted to come over and pay Wei Qingfan, but as soon as he took a step, he stumbled and barely managed to stand still. He heard the laughter of the students in the audience.
There was a lot of sound.
The dean coughed to cover up his embarrassment and waved his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet. At the same time, he looked at Wei Qingfan and asked him to come over and speak.
Wei Qingfan smiled awkwardly at the dean, then walked to the erected microphone, coughed, and explained to the students at the back of the queue who didn't know what was going on: "Sorry, this is my first time giving an acceptance speech.
, I was a little excited and almost slipped."
There was laughter again in the audience, and Wei Qingfan also laughed, and then continued to laugh: "This profoundly illustrates a very simple truth, that is, you cannot be proud and complacent when you are successful, otherwise you may fall down at any time."
The laughter in the audience stopped. The dean and Jiang Changjun, who had frowned just because he mentioned that he almost fell down again, relaxed their frowns and secretly praised the student's resourcefulness.
If Wei Qingfan was a successful person at this time, or had a very impressive title, this little cleverness could be praised by everyone, and might even be written into a composition.
But he is just an ordinary student who has won an award. Most of the students in the audience did not know much about him before, so it has no such effect at all. Many people even think that he is very stiff and embarrassing.
Wei Qingfan coughed again, and then began to express his feelings seriously: "Thank you to the great motherland for giving me the opportunity to read and write, thank you to the Provincial Education Bureau for organizing this competition, and thank you to the school leaders and my class teacher Jiang Changjun for their trust and guidance in me.
, and of course my classmates, my award cannot be achieved without your support and encouragement."
Uncle Benshan's "Thank you TV" meme will not come out until the 2008 Spring Festival Gala, but Wei Qingfan's serious thanks still made many students find it funny. There were low laughter in every corner of the audience, and there were still people trying their best.
He couldn't help himself from laughing out loud.
Of course, his attitude is very sincere, but some people think he is too hypocritical, which makes him even more distasteful.
Jiang Changjun's face turned green in the audience. How could anyone express gratitude like this? Especially the opening sentence of "Thank you to the motherland" made him feel that Wei Qingfan was deliberately looking for trouble.
"I know that many students must be curious about what kind of essay can win the provincial first prize. Next, let me appreciate this essay with you."
Wei Qingfan spent less than a minute finishing his speech, then changed the topic and began to read his own composition:
"This composition is called "My Last Name":
My surname is Wei, from Luwei, a very rare and obscure surname. Growing up, I have never met anyone with the same surname as me except my blood relatives.
I have seen many celebrities with other surnames in books and on TV, but I have never seen anyone with the surname Wei. I asked my parents, are we descendants of that celebrity with the surname Wei? Are there any celebrities with the surname Wei?
My parents couldn't answer. I asked the uncle again, and he told me that the surname Wei may come from Zhao Dingchen, a famous official in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zhao Dingchen, also known as Wei Xiweng, was a poet who had contacts with famous people such as Su Shi and Wang Anshi. Our surname Wei may be
It is his descendants who take his name as their surname.
The uncle is not sure that this is the origin of the surname Wei, but I was excited for a while, and then started to feel disappointed. Zhao Dingchen is not famous, nor is he powerful, so when talking about him, he needs to be compared with Su Shi, Wang Anshi, etc.
Telling about the famous people's dealings proves that he still has a certain reputation, but if his surname is Su or Wang, it is not necessary.
However, in the long history, apart from Zhao Dingchen, I can no longer find any other famous person named Wei, and Zhao Dingchen is not named Wei either.
This made me feel depressed and lonely, as if I was an excluded wave in the long river of Chinese history.
…”
Wei Qingfan finished his thanks hastily, and then began to show off his award-winning essay. Everyone in the audience, including the leaders and teachers, frowned secretly. Jiang Changjun even wanted to lift him off the stage and beat him.
Many students were also secretly amused, but as Wei Qingfan slowly read on, more and more people began to listen seriously.
At this age, few people will take the initiative to explore matters related to surnames, but as one of the inheritance lines of Chinese civilization, its importance is self-evident and has long been immersed in the blood.
In addition, Wei Qingfan's composition is not boring and has a certain story-telling quality.
"I went to look up the origin of surnames again. The origin of surnames can be traced back to the period of clan society. In the pre-Qin period, surnames and surnames were different. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, surnames gradually became one, and there were more and more surnames, because of wars, wars, etc. For this reason, in the long history, people have continued to change their surnames. For example, it is very common to use the name of their ancestors' country as their surname, their first name as their surname, and their name as their surname.
In other words, different surnames today may have the same ancestor. For example, many surnames are derived from the surname Ji; while ancient surnames such as Jiang, Si, and Ying are also the source of modern surnames, and the surname Zhao is derived from the surname Ying.
This reminds me a lot. My surname is inherited from my father, but I also have the blood and genes of my mother. My father’s surname is inherited from my grandfather, but he also has the blood and genes of my grandma.
I feel that there are two long lines of blood in my body, one from my father and one from my mother; they also have two long lines of blood, one from their father and one from their mother; in my grandfather Grandma, grandpa and grandma each have two long lines of blood... Such long lines of blood form a huge, dense network that stretches against the long river of time to the origin of human civilization.
Suddenly, I seemed to see faces one after another along the bloodline network. They are my ancestors, and their blood flows in my body. They and I live on the same land, looking up at the same starry sky, admiring the The same moon, using the same words..."
When Wei Qingfan read this, the huge playground became silent. Both students and teachers felt as if they were shocked by the picture that appeared in front of them.
"Five thousand years of Chinese civilization has a long history, with prosperity, turmoil, glory, and darkness. My ancestors passed down their bloodline and civilization to me, and in order to keep me fed, clothed, and seated in peace, How much effort did you put into teaching in the classroom? How much hardship did you go through?
"I followed the bloodline network and seemed to have passed through the fog of history and saw their figures;
“During the savage period, they drank blood from hair and blood, cultivated by slash and burn, chased prey with bows and arrows, domesticated and raised animals; they used crude stone tools to cultivate the land, harvest food, improve tools, and select seeds;
"The chaos is coming, the land of China is ablaze with war, bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles. Some of them fled into the mountains, some took up weapons, some struggled to survive, and some worked hard to move forward, hoping to end the troubled times and create a new world. The prosperous age...
"They invented papermaking, printing, the compass, and gunpowder, which pushed the entire human civilization forward; they tasted hundreds of herbs, cured diseases and saved people, and prevented plagues from raging; they observed the world and recorded it in writing, leaving the most authentic legacy to future generations.
Reliable ancient data; they wrote, painted, chanted poems and composed lyrics, creating amazing artistic peaks one after another; they recorded what they had experienced in the most refined language, leaving behind vast treasure troves of experience..."
"They created the most vast, splendid and great civilization of their time on this land of China. Their blood flows in us, we use their words, and absorb their wisdom and experience.
"I no longer feel depressed and alone because we are them and they are us."
The sun rises from the sky, dispersing the fog. The sun becomes more brilliant and warm, shining on the earth. The voice of the young man on the podium becomes slightly softer, but his mood is fuller and higher:
"Lu Xun once said, 'If there is no torch from now on, I will be the only light.'
"In the long history, there has never been a person with the surname Wei who can take action. Maybe I can work hard in this direction.
"If many years from now, there is a child named Wei who has the same question as me, I hope that when he asks his parents or teachers, they can name me and make him feel proud.