Because Qin is simple, poor, hardworking and helpful, everyone unanimously agreed to let the beautiful Qin serve as a life committee member and subsidize 20 yuan in the class every month.
The duty of the life committee is to sweep the floor, clean the blackboard, hand in exercise books, and send and receive letters in class. For us boys and girls who love to dream, it is nothing more than letters from friends all over the country brought by Qin every afternoon. At that time, the beautiful Qin Hui smiled and sent some letters to everyone. "Wang Dalin, Your Package", "Zhang Ying, Your Bill" and "Liu Qiong, Your Letter from Peking" have sweet and soft voices, as pleasant as birds singing. So everyone likes Qin, not only because it creates a fresh and clean learning environment for us, but more importantly, it can bring us hopes and dreams every day.
It is said that Qin, who came from the countryside, lost his parents when he was a child, only his grandmother who was over sixty. Jean is also struggling to study in this so-called "aristocratic school" by relying on her grandmother's daily sewing. We have never met her grandmother, and Chin seldom mentions her grandmother.
Whenever we receive letters and cards from distant classmates and friends, Chin's eyes are always full of envy. Especially there is a talented poet in the class. He receives many letters from readers every day. Seeing that the poet is busy opening letters and answering letters every day, Qin thought that it is really good for him to have so many friends. He writes to him every day and misses him.
Finally, one day, Chin received a letter. Everyone asked: Did a friend write it? "No, it's a letter from home. Grandma is sick. " The chin looks bad. Everyone knows that she is in a bad mood when she mentions grandma, so they are too lazy to ask again. They thought to themselves, poor Joan.
The beautiful Qin still diligently sweeps the floor, draws water and cleans the blackboard for us every day, and still brings us blessings from friends all over the country with the beautiful voice of birds. But after all this, Qin still sits quietly in his seat and stares at the sunset outside the window.
A sunny day, like the piano sound of a quietly blooming flower, finally got up the courage to touch the poet's arm: "Poet, ask you some advice, how to write a letter?"
The poet is writing at his desk, passionate and lyrical. "Write a letter?" The poet shook his painful hand and didn't understand the meaning of Qin.
"Just write a letter to a friend", Chin gestured with her hand several times.
"Oh, it's very simple. Just write casually." The poet smiled.
"Write casually? Do you write five or six letters every day? " Chin opened her eyes wide and asked doubtfully.
"My heart is like a candy. First put it in a cup, then dissolve it in white water in a thermos, and then each person will share a spoonful. Why not? " The poet said.
Joan was confused by the poet's words and shook her head helplessly.
The weather is unpredictable, and everyone has been silently blessing Qin. He suffers from chronic hepatitis and needs to go home for long-term treatment after being told by the doctor.
On the day Qin left, it was drizzling, and the students all went to see her off. Chin in the window burst into tears, stuck her head out and waved desperately to the surging crowd. "Students, write to me, write to me." The students chased the car and waved and nodded desperately.
Qin, who is recovering from illness, is bored. The poverty in his hometown and grandma's nagging made Qin very upset. Qin began to miss her classmates and teachers, and missed the fresh and clean classroom under her efforts. "They promised to write to me. Why hasn't the letter come yet? " Joan thought.
Soon, letters from classmates came one after another like snowflakes, and Chin immediately held them with tears in her eyes, as if to hold tightly the beating hearts of classmates who lived together day and night. Qin opened the letters one by one. "Qin, drink more salt and boiled water during your illness, and pay attention to adding clothes." "Qin, this life member has not been elected in the class so far. After discussion, this position is reserved for you. " "Qin, the students miss you very much. Without you, we always lack happiness. Qin, I wish you a speedy recovery. You'd better go back to school tomorrow. " With these touching words, Chin's tears kept falling like broken beads.
Finally, Chin found that the poet's letter didn't come. Joan thought, "What's wrong with him? Did he transfer to another school? Too busy? Still as abnormal as me? " Joan dare not think about it. Maybe she is too busy. She has to write and deal with a large number of letters from readers. Does he remember me as an ugly duckling?
The poet's letter finally landed on Qin's desk. "Jean, I only have a candy, and the thermos bottle was accidentally broken. Without water, only sugar is left. I'll give it to you, okay? I wish you a speedy recovery. "
Chin looked up and found that she had cried. Chin wiped the tears that slipped to her mouth and looked out of the window. After the rain, the green leaves sparkled in the sun. Chin thought, "It's good to live like this."