Chapter 454 Card
"A school like this is incomparable to a university campus..." Deng Lixian frowned and looked at the men and women playing in front of him: "Can you find a classmate who is still studying seriously after class? "
"It seems that there really is..." The two passed by a classroom and saw a girl sitting in the classroom, recording something seriously.
The pens used by girls are also very special. There is an iron box in front of them, the kind that cashiers use to dip in water and count money. However, the sponge inside is full of ink, and the pen used is not an ordinary pen. , but a thin pen dipped in water specially used for accounting.
The girl has a beautiful appearance, especially her fair and rosy skin, which makes her eyebrows extremely beautiful. Her silky hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and she is writing seriously. Deng Li was surprised to see it first. She had the appearance of a lady from the Han Dynasty, but her temperament was very different from that of many students in this school, which made him immediately fall in love with her.
"What are you doing?" Deng Lixian couldn't help but ask.
"Would you know if you go in and take a look?" Mr. Yang said.
The two walked into the classroom. The girl looked up and saw a middle-aged man, an old man. She was a little confused, but she still stood up politely: "Teachers, what's wrong with you? "
"It's okay," Mr. Yang said with a smile, "We are not teachers either. , It can only be regarded as a partner of the school, and there is no one in the classroom during the current class time? "
"This is what our graduating class is like." The girl was a little embarrassed: "The last one. The semester is all about doing papers and finding internships in units, and there are no scheduled courses.”
"That's right...then what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm practicing my calligraphy."
Over there, Deng Lixian had already picked up the paper the girl was writing on: "This The words... are beautiful!”
Mr. Yang I was very surprised when I saw it: "Handwritten? I just thought it was a printed template!"
The paper has a very small grid, almost like the one used to copy electric meters, with standard imitation Song-style Chinese characters on it. But the content is Xi Murong's poetry.
"Is there any English?" Deng Lixian picked up another piece of light green copper paper on the table: "WhenYouAreOld... Well, this classmate's English level is very high!"
"Ah, I also speak English. Not really, I can just write... "
"This handwriting is also very beautiful." Mr. Yang liked the English poem paper even more when he saw it. He didn't know that the girl's English handwriting should be called Spencer style. An elegant and gorgeous font that became popular in the United States in the 1850s.
"Why do you think of practicing this?" Deng Lixian couldn't help but ask the girl.
Most people practice calligraphy with hard pen calligraphy and regular cursive calligraphy. There are really too few people who practice Chinese imitation of Song Dynasty and English Spencer printing.
"A friend asked me to practice the imitation Song character, saying that it should be useful in my future work..." The girl blushed a little: "As for English, my classmates asked me to practice it. They bought cards for me to write, and then... took them to give away People..."
Deng Lixian had already smelled the perfume on the English paper and thought that young people nowadays are quite good at playing. Such a gift would undoubtedly be very popular among boys and girls.
“This classmate, can you also write one for me?” Mr. Yang felt itchy when he saw it. There are really not many people who can see this kind of English calligraphy in Manzhou nowadays.
"Okay." The girl began to look through her bag. It seemed that she was often asked to come to her door by her classmates. After a while, she took out several beautiful and elegant cards: "Uncle, which one do you want to choose?"
“This one, I like the light blue one.”
"Okay," the girl put away the other cards, leaving the light blue one, and then took out a book: "Choose a poem."
"Oh, you still have "Your English is not good." Deng Lixian couldn't help but look at it with admiration: "This is Yeats's collection of poems."
"This is it." I asked someone to help me find it..." The girl said: "I don't understand it very well...you have to read the notes on the side..."
Mr. Yang doesn't understand English poetry very well either, but When I opened the collection of poems, I found that there were notes on new words written in pen in the blank spaces inside, and there were Chinese translations beside the poems.
"Annotations made by my classmate." The girl's tone was full of pride: "He is very good at English."
"He is also in this school?" Mr. Yang thought that he couldn't let this go.
Unexpectedly, the girl curled her lips: "No, he is only a sophomore in high school." "Eh? Then you have only been studying at the Water and Electric Power School for two years? Why are you in the graduating class again? Isn't there still one year left?"
“I am a son of a power company, and I am doing three plus two.”
The three plus two here is not the three plus two that will be promoted from junior college to bachelor’s degree in later generations, but a local policy.
The children within the electric power system, after three years of junior high school training in the children's school, then go to the water and electricity school for two years, and in five years they can obtain a technical secondary school diploma and start working.
This is the fastest way for children of workers in the power system to join the workforce. Of course, this model is not recognized outside the system. Even within the system, the starting point is extremely low, and the work locations are usually in remote small power stations.
Looking at this cute little girl, Mr. Yang couldn’t imagine her putting on work clothes and playing with wrenches at a small power station in the mountains. He shook his head and randomly selected a relatively short poem: “This is it. , let me take a look... "The truth that comes with time" "I can't understand English, but my Chinese is really good."
"My classmate translated it." The girl was very proud: "I said he was very good, right?"
"It's very impressive." Mr. Yang happily agreed with the little girl.
"Let's take this one, I'll write it for my uncle now." The little girl suddenly became happy, sat down, dipped a fine pen in some ink, and started writing.
Once it started, the girl entered a quiet state, and her serious energy made Deng and Yang afraid to speak anymore.
Beautiful calligraphy flows out on the card.
Thoughleavesaremany,therootisone
Throughallthelyingdaysofmyyouth
Iswayedmyleavesandflowersinthesun;
NowImaywitherintothetruth.
Under the English calligraphy, the girl also thoughtfully wrote the translation of her classmate in imitation Song style:
Manyo Senjou Yiyi Roots, false complexity and false secrets are youth.
Who knows that flowers are like human affairs, and the truth can only be seen after they are scattered in the setting sun.
"Good! It's so well written!" Mr. Yang applauded, clapped his hands, and didn't know whether he was praising calligraphy or poetry.
The girl clamped the middle seam of the card with a clip and let it lie flat. She tore a piece of paper towel and twisted it into a strip to absorb the excess ink. Then she used another card as a small fan to fan the ink to dry it. Can be faster.
It is very particular, has a sense of ritual, and is very beautiful.
After doing all this, the girl took off the clip and said, "Uncle, this is for you."
"Thank you. It's so beautiful. How about I give you some money? You're a student." , it also costs money to buy a card.”
"No need, these are all the leftovers I used, and I have paid back my money long ago." The girl smiled, which was very nice.
"Thank you, she is such a generous and good girl." Mr. Yang smiled and put the card away: "From the accent, you are from Jiachuan?"
"Yes. "The girl nodded, then looked at Deng Lixian: "This teacher is also From Jiachuan, right?"
Deng Lixian smiled: "Yes, but it has been more than thirty years since I left Jiachuan."
"That's also a fellow villager." The girl was very cheerful. " How about I write one for you too?”
"No, no, no." Deng Lixian quickly waved his hand: "It's too exhausting. I'll just get you a practice sheet."
After saying that, he took a practice sheet from the table full of imitation Song characters.
"How can this be so embarrassing?" The girl felt that this was not good.
(End of this chapter)