On the playground, students participating in the sports interest class were queuing up, and Sun Dahai quickly joined in. Just after the exam, the students were all whispering to each other and whispering something. The physical education teacher Liu was not angry, and watched with a smile.
With everyone.
"Be quiet first." Teacher Liu stood in front of the team: "I know you have finished your exams and the school is about to go on winter vacation. Are you all feeling worried? But this class still has to be taught. Today is the first day of this semester.
The last activity of the interest group. This class will take care of you for once, and everyone can move freely."
"good!"
"Long live!"
The classmates cheered.
Teacher Liu waited for everyone to calm down and continued: "There are skipping ropes, sandbags, shuttlecocks, and you can also play table tennis. You can play games with a few of you. It's warm today, so students don't want to go back to the classroom. They are all on the playground. I'm afraid.
Students who are cold can wear hats and gloves later. Now warm up with me and get everyone moving."
After finishing the warm-up exercises, the students dispersed in small groups and picked their favorite projects to play individually.
Several young classmates naturally gathered around Sun Dahai and formed a small group.
"Brother Haizi, how did you do in the exam?"
"Smelly Haizi, you were so loud during the exam that you made me look embarrassed."
"Brother Haizi, what are we playing?"
"Stop, stop, stop, it's so noisy, one by one, one by one. One last time, please don't call me 'Haizi' anymore. I haven't lived enough."
"Brother Haizi, why can't I call you 'Haizi'?" Jiang Peng asked weakly, with a question mark on his face.
Come on, it's all in vain. When Sun Dahai saw the confused eyes of his friends, he knew that he was playing the piano to a cow.
"Forget it, it's up to you." Sun Dahai had no choice. Anyway, Haizi was just the pen name of that person, so don't care. No wonder books always say: "Half a step ahead is a genius, and one step ahead is a madman." This is really experience.
After talking about it, my brother accidentally walked ahead of time again. If he took too big a step, it would be easy to get hurt. Sun Dahai's thinking began to diverge.
It is now 1981, and Haizi should still be studying in the Law Department of Peking University. Has he started writing poetry? I really don’t understand that in a major that requires meticulousness, rigor, and even rigidity, a poet with full of emotions and jumping thinking can be produced?
How did he graduate? And after graduation, he went to work in the Philosophy Teaching and Research Section of the University of Political Science and Law. He couldn't really be a genius, right? Sun Dahai continued to think wildly.
Among all artistic creative groups, poets have the most sophisticated characteristics, and the top poets are more so. Sensitive, hysterical, and inexplicably have suicidal desires in them... Sun Dahai decided to have children in the future.
, never let him (her) become a poet. In other words, if you have someone you hate, you can consider being hypocritical and paralyzing the other person, then pretend to be a fanatical fan, encourage or even fund the other person to become a poet, and then wait and see.
How to kill yourself. Hehe... Sun Dahai felt that he had developed another skill.
Do you want to select a few good poems written by Haizi in the future and send them out first? You know, China in the 1980s was a paradise for poets. With a poem in hand, I own the world, dominate the world, and gain both fame and fortune.
These are not important at all. Sun Dahai, who is almost drooling, is kind and helpful. He is just thinking about whether he can write that person's good poems first, so that he has no poems to write and cannot become a poet. Isn't this right?
Can you save a talented life?
"Pa." Sun Dahai received a slap on the back.
"Who is it? Want to fight?" The wandering Sun Dahai became angry and turned around to look for the perpetrator.
"Haizi, you said before... I will wake you up when I see you in a daze." Zhang Yujie, who was trembling under Sun Dahai's glare, lowered her head and explained in a low voice, feeling aggrieved.
"Xiao Jiezi, can't you wake me up by clapping your hands?" Sun Dahai was helpless at this little confusion: "Is it necessary to beat me? Fortunately, it is winter now, so I wear more clothes."
"Oh, I understand." Zhang Yujie found out that she was not blamed, and immediately resurrected with full health. She was like a proud little hen, holding her head high and looking around, as if I was the hero.
I really want to kick her to death~! Sun Dahai hated it.
"Brother Haizi, what were you thinking about just now? You were so lost in thought. We called you several times, but you didn't respond." Yang Xufei, the only foreign classmate in the small group, asked.
"Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming." Sun Dahai said the sentence he just thought of smoothly.
The members of the small group, whose oldest age is less than 8 years old, whose youngest age is more than 7 years old, and whose highest educational level is the first grade of elementary school, are all in confusion.
"I know, this is a poem, right?" Wu Yan, a friend with quick thinking, guessed the answer.
"Poetry? Isn't there five words in each sentence of a poem?" Wang Huan is pretty good, and he must have learned something outside of class.
"I'll count, I'll count." Su Jia, an activist, actively participated. "Brother Haizi, say it again."
"Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming." Sun Dahai played with them weakly.
"Four words means four words per sentence." The little hen who learned to answer quickly? Zhang Yujie looked at Su Jia proudly.
"How many words does 'Goose goose, Quxiang sing to the sky' count?" Wang Huan, a young literary woman (future), had questions.
"3+5=8, 4+4=8" Jiang Peng, a thin man with glasses, is very good at math and made no mistakes: "They are all 8 characters."
"Then below is 'white hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.' How do you calculate this?" Wang Huan is very inquisitive.
"Ten words, ten words." Su Jia shouted loudly. She spread her fingers apart, stretched her hands forward, and at the same time glanced at Zhang Yujie as if to demonstrate.
Sun Dahai nodded approvingly at Su Jia and thought to himself: If Wang Huan had learned Qiyan and recited two sentences at this time, he looked at Su Jia's outstretched hands, then looked down at her feet...
Everyone is thinking, except for a certain unscrupulous reborn person.
At this point, the topic has been chatted to death.
This situation has occurred countless times in small groups. It usually starts with Sun Dahai, and then the friends play freely and gradually get sidetracked until the topic is lost or dies. Sun Dahai will never continue to participate in the discussion, he just doesn't want to.
Responsibly stay aside and watch the fun.
Yang Xufei, who has always only grown muscles but not brains, has no interest in Chinese and mathematics mash-up questions such as how many words are in each line of a poem.
He just asked out of curiosity: "Brother Haizi, what do you mean by what you just read?"
"Ahem, my name is Sun Dahai." The tireless teacher Sun coughed dryly and taught the members of Sun's small group: "'Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.' It means, stand still,
Facing me, you can feel as if spring has arrived, your body is very warm, and each of you is happy and blooming in your heart."
"Brother Haizi is so talented!"
“That’s great!”
"Brother Haizi, you wrote this yourself, right?"
"Haizi, can you write poetry?"
In the hot and sincere eyes of the little fans, Sun Dahai thought of a scene that would often appear in the future: countless literary women who went to nursing homes and kindergartens (males, please go away~!)
, gathered around him tightly, looking at him with the same or even more passionate and sincere eyes. Looking down at his 7 and a half year old tender body, the poet? Pseudo? Sun Dahai twitched his whole body, expressing Alexander.
He decided to back down. Haizi, what kind of behavior is it to plagiarize other people's works, follow other people's paths, and leave others with no way to go? This is a manifestation of moral deficiency (commonly known as "immorality")! As a noble person by nature,
I really can't help you in this way. Just keep going! Sun Dahai silently praised his good character in his heart.
"You're not cold, stop standing and move." Teacher Liu shouted to them.
Zhang Yujie pulled Sun Dahai's clothes and said to him: "Haizi, let's go rubber band dancing."
Sun Dahai glanced at Zhang Yujie and scratched his head with the middle finger of his left hand. "You two, let's play with sandbags together. I'm feeling cold and I'm going for a run."
"Brother Haizi, I'll run with you." Yang Xufei, a muscular man who didn't have much muscle for the time being, chased Sun Dahai away. Wu Yan hesitated and ran over.
"Humph, you stinky Haizi." Zhang Yujie stamped her feet, "Huanhuan, let's go rubber band dancing."
"I'm going to skip rope." Su Jia wanted to set up another mountain.
"Don't run around." Wang Huan grabbed Zhang Yujie and Su Jia like a big sister. "There are many of us. Listen to Brother Haizi and go play with sandbags. Jiang Peng, you can come too. Let's play in pairs."
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(This book has been overhauled. Chapters 5 to 10 have now been transferred to the works. Dear friends, please continue the character relationships and background introduction in the early part of the book from Chapter 11. They are all in the works of the book. Welcome.