The calligraphy works of each class were displayed in front of the classrooms on the first day of National Day.

Each work is numbered, and a special list is made for visitors to rate the works they like.

There are nine middle school normal classes and five junior normal classes in the school, with a total of more than 800 people participating.

In front of the display board of He Yu's class, there were many students and teachers who came to visit and give scores. And I came here for He Yu’s calligraphy works.

Everyone was full of praise for his works. It was better to say that it was a visit than a viewing and appreciation.

After hearing about it, Principal Gao also came to join in the fun.

When he saw He Yu's work, he praised:"It's really rare for a student to write such beautiful Liu characters. It turned out that I only knew He Yu, who could play single and parallel bars. Who knew he could write such beautiful calligraphy?" Words. Is this He Yu too simple?"

After statistics, He Yu's works were rated by the most people, and the average score was also the highest, 99.9.

Some people were suspicious and talking about it:"How can He Yu write such good handwriting? It's incredible! Could he be pretending to be someone else's?""

"yes! He is famous for his gymnastics, but I have never seen him write calligraphy. Let him write a few words in public for us all to see."

At their request, He Yu set up a table outside the classroom, spread out the paper, poured ink, picked up the brush, curled up his sleeves, and effortlessly wrote a beautiful Liu calligraphy piece..Everyone

’s eyes were wide open. They didn’t believe it even if they didn’t see it. They were dumbfounded when they saw it in person.

"Be good! How amazing! admire! admire!"Everyone applauded.

The whole class also applauded him.

He Yu made the class proud and stole the show. Wang Yanan had to express his opinion.

He said:"Thanks to everyone's praise, He Yu is really a glory of our class."

And Weihua! He was hiding aside like a turtle.

He was muttering secretly:"What's so great about it? It's just that I can write a few words. Don't be arrogant. When we hold a literary party, look at me playing the violin. Let me play a few songs for you to listen to and open your eyes."

After more than a month of rehearsal and preparation, the National Day Gala was held on time.

Each class has a program, some classes have more, and the minimum is only one.

The party was hosted by the literary and artistic committee of the Student Union.

The literary and art committee member is a female classmate. She is tall and has a very clear voice. She is an activist and is very unique in hosting the party.

The party began with a speech by President Gao.

He said:"On the occasion of the grand festival celebrating the ninth anniversary of the National Day, after careful rehearsal and careful preparation by the students, our school held a literary evening tonight, which is very meaningful and rare.

We have not done this in several years, and it is still The plan put forward by Mr. He Yu is to hold this party in the name of the student union. Let all the teachers and students of the school celebrate this grand festival with joyful singing and dancing!"

After Principal Gao finished speaking, there was warm applause, cheers, gongs and drums The sound resounded through the sky.

The programs of each class are well prepared and rich, including solo singing, chorus, dance, musical instrument performance, oboe, and cross talk. The talents of the normal students were fully demonstrated.

The party ended with a performance by He Yu's class.

First, Weihua came on stage. He proudly played the Soviet song"Evening on the Suburbs of Moscow" on the violin. After playing, he thought he would get warm applause from everyone.

Unfortunately, the audience was deserted, with only a few people clapping their hands. He took a look and found that even Li Yuqin didn't agree with him.

He walked off the stage breathless.

At this time, He Yu and Zhao Qianqian slowly walked onto the stage. He Yu sat on a stool and played erhu accompaniment. Zhao Qianqian stood aside and sang"Liuyang River" easily and freely:

Liuyang River, how many bends has it made?

A few dozen miles of waterway to the Xiangjiang River?

What county is there by the river?

Who happened?

Leader, we have to liberate Yiya Yizijue

……….

Zhao Qianqian's beautiful and crisp singing voice is accompanied by He Yu's skillful and elegant erhu. Let the entire audience be immersed in the beautiful melody. Many people in the audience hummed along.

After singing, the audience burst into applause.

Weihua's lungs were almost exploding with anger!

He said unconvinced,"It's Zhao Qianqian who sings well in our baseball field, not He Yu who plays the erhu well." '

It's true:

Liu's calligraphy is shocking, performed in public to dispel doubts.

Weihua, the erhu accompanist, was not convinced and clapped just to congratulate Xiaoqian.

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