50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 47 Grandpa Sun

After Sun Zhiwei took the oath with everyone, he felt very excited. Touching the red scarf around his neck, he walked towards the podium on the side.

Although the ceremony was over, Lingdao and the teachers on the rostrum had not left yet. They were a little surprised to see Sun Zhiwei coming up.

The principal knew him, and when he saw him coming, he asked him kindly, "Sun Zhiwei, what's going on?"

"Principal, could you lend me a pen and paper? I don't have mine with me."

"Okay, here, here you go."

He still likes this talented student with a photographic memory. Not only is he talented, but his academic achievements are also remarkable. He always ranks first in the grade in every test.

Some time ago, he composed a popular song by himself, which helped his school gain face in front of his superiors.

So, for such a precious disciple, what's there to ask for, just borrow paper and pen? Just ask Jiebei.

After Sun Zhiwei got the paper and pen, he thanked the principal, squatted down, and began to write furiously. In a short while, he had filled half a page.

At this time, the Lingdaos were saying goodbye. Among them was an old Lingdao with a little gray hair. He saw the classmate who had just borrowed paper and pen squatting in the corner and writing something.

Anyway, the ceremony was completed, and he had nothing urgent to do, so he slowly walked behind Sun Zhiwei and looked at what he had written:
"The red scarf on our chest is as dazzling as the brilliant morning glow;
The ideals in our hearts shine like stars."

“Our joyful smiles are brighter than the flowers of spring;

Our clear singing is more melodious than that of the lark."

There is a clear dividing line between these two paragraphs, so they should not be connected. However, just these two separate paragraphs are enough to show the child's writing skills.

This is obviously an unfinished poem. Lingdao is also a person in the cultural circle, so how could he be unfamiliar with poetry?

The Republic of China period was one of the fastest-growing periods for modern poetry art.

Lingdao also came from that time, and his basic appreciation of poetry is quite strong.

"My dear student, your poem is well written. I see it's not finished yet. Is it because you haven't decided on a theme yet, or are you temporarily out of inspiration?"

Sun Zhiwei stopped writing when he heard the voice. He looked up and saw that it was Lingdao who had been on the rostrum. He quickly stood up and saluted: "Hello, Chief."

"Commander, this is a song. Although I haven't thought of the lyrics and music yet, I already have the theme."

As he spoke, he handed over the letter paper in his hand.

Lingdao took the letter and asked while reading it, "Oh, what's the subject?"

"This." Sun Zhiwei raised his hand and pointed at the canvas of the schoolbag.

The leader also saw a line of words on the backpack. He leaned in and read it softly: "Young man, the spring of the motherland."

"This theme is really great." Lingdao couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the other Lingdao had already left the auditorium. The principal was walking at the end and found that there was still one person left here, who was talking to his beloved.

He hurried over, worried that the child might say something bad and offend someone.

"Lingdao, this is Sun Zhiwei, he is the best student in our school."

"Oh? I rarely hear you praise students like this. What's so special about this kid?"

"Have you ever heard the song 'Successor'?"

"Don't tell me that the song 'Successor' was written by this classmate Sun, okay?"

"Haha, Lingdao, you have a keen eye. You guessed it right. It was written by him."

"No wonder he said it was a song." Lingdao picked up the letter and read it again. Then he turned to Sun Zhiwei and said, "Young comrade, you really impressed us. If you finish writing this new song, could you please send it to me?"

"Why not? When the time comes, I can ask the teachers and classmates at school to record it and send it to you."

"Okay, thank you. I'll wait then." Then he returned the letter in his hand to Sun Zhiwei.

"Xiao Yuan, your school has cultivated a good seedling."

"Hey, luck, luck, this kid found me on his own. I almost missed him."

"Oh, it seems there is a story behind this."

Lingdao showed some interest, but then changed the subject and said, "Well, it's getting late, and I have things to do when I get back."

"Find some time to bring your children to my house. I'll treat you to a simple meal, and then we can talk in detail."

"Okay, Lingdao, I will definitely bring the children over to visit when the time comes." Principal Yuan quickly agreed. He couldn't refuse the invitation from this person, and he was reluctant to do so.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Sun Zhiwei also expressed his gratitude for Laoling Island's invitation.

Sun Zhiwei has special respect for the older generation. Even in his previous life, when he was a troll on the Internet, he never showed any disrespect to the older generation.

This behavior is almost ingrained in his bones. It is the correct values ​​​​that he has cultivated through the patriotic education he received since childhood.

Therefore, he was willing to call such an old man "Grandpa".

When Lao Lingdao heard the word "Grandpa", he smiled and said, "Okay, okay, remember to come over. Remember to pick a Sunday, when I'll be home."

After Lingdao finished speaking, he said goodbye to them and turned to leave the auditorium.

Sun Zhiwei watched the gray-haired old man leave, then turned and asked, "Principal, who is this Ling Dao?"

Principal Yuan smiled and asked softly, "Have you ever heard stories told on the radio?"

"Ah, it's Grandpa Sun." Sun Zhiwei immediately thought of a person who had been telling stories on the radio for many years, and almost all children of their generation had heard of him.

Even though Nannan is so little, as long as she mentions the story-telling grandfather Sun, she will definitely know who he is.

"He's currently in charge of the middle school in Lingdao. He's not a high-ranking official, but he's very popular."

"Look at his gray hair, he's actually not even 50. It's all because of the hardships he suffered in his early years. Now he's finally getting better, and his spirits are much better, but the gray hair will never go back."

"What were you talking about just now? New song? Can you show it to me?"

"Here, I haven't finished it yet, but I have an idea. Wait a few days."

"This poem is really good. Once you finish it, I'll ask the teacher at school to compose the music for you and record it."

"Well, thank you, Principal."

The two of them talked and left the auditorium together.

Starting from the next day, Sun Zhiwei began to participate in activity rehearsals in addition to studying. Time passed little by little, and soon it was the 29th.

After lunch, everyone was rehearsing during the break when the team suddenly notified all team members that they would participate in the cleaning of the ceremony site in the afternoon.

Sun Zhiwei and his group of more than 20 children each received a broom and a sack for garbage.

Then they were taken by a truck to the assigned cleaning location: the eastern section of East Chang'an Avenue, which is the Changpu River Park section in later generations. It is still the Jinshui River open channel.

(End of this chapter)