(curtain rises. The light is on.
The poet is reading a book, and there is a look of "who else" in his brow, and he feels good about himself. Xiao Lu leafed through the newly-issued textbooks. Xiao pang hummed out of tune with the washbasin. )
Fat: "Lift up your veil, let me look at your eyebrows. Your eyebrows are thin and long ..."
Poetry: I'm so bored! (angry)
(fat suddenly shut up, look back at the poet and put the washbasin away quietly. Da Wu runs up)
Wu: The school badge has been issued, the school badge has been issued! (to Xiao Lu) Give you one.
(Turning to the poet, Xiao Pang pulls him. )
Fat: Give me one. Wait a minute, change it. Hey, change another one.
Wu: There is nothing to choose from. (Give the poet one).
(The poet is sorting out books, but he doesn't answer them by hand. Xiao pang wears the school badge on the mirror, which is not suitable for the left and right. )
Wu: (looking at the school badge. I wish this were a military medal!
Fat: (without looking up) Do you want to be a soldier?
Wu: (excited) Let me tell you, I applied for the military academy as my first choice, but I missed it by two points. (I found that no one was listening, and my mood was low.) What a shame.
(Dawu can't help himself, so he grabs a broom and sings while sweeping. )
Wu: "The sky in the Liberated Area is clear ..."
(The poet was too noisy and threw his book on the table. )
Wu: (turning his head to look at the poet and ignoring him, he changed a song and continued to sing) "Forward and forward, the task of the revolution is heavy ..."
(Dawu sweeps the floor and tidies up the upper bunk, and Xiao Pang finally puts the school badge in a satisfactory position, and there is nothing to do, so he approaches Xiao Lu. )
Fat: What are you doing?
Lu: (Shanghainese) Reading.
(Xiao Pang didn't understand, so he backed out and approached the poet again).
Fat: (Nothing to talk about) So many books! This is all yours? There's a manuscript here!
Poetry: What manuscript? That's my own poem!
fat: really! Hey, this "Liang Zi" ...
poem: pen name.
Pang: (Surprise) Are you Liang Zi? You, I have read and read your article "Thousands of Springs and Lights", which is really great!
poetry: (pretending to be modest) so-so.
Fat: (humbly asking for advice) How did you write such a good article?
Poetry: (seductive) Thanks to life ...
(Girl Ningning, pure girlish. Ningning knocks at the door. The people in the room looked up and saw that she stood up again. Amazing. )
Ning: (somewhat embarrassed by this sudden attention) The teacher asked me to inform you that the opening ceremony will be held in the auditorium this afternoon. 1: 3, don't be late. Oh, by the way, there is also a Hujiang Youth Daily. (Dawu takes it first and walks back to see it. The poet also held out his hand, but was robbed by Dawu, so he had to pretend to stroke his hair. Ningning smiled brightly, then)
Poem: (Laughing at myself) Is this our class?
(On Ling Chen, I met Ning Ning and followed her for a long time)
Paragraph: (I don't understand) Is this supposed to be a boys' dormitory? (hurry up) 119, fire alarm? I'm here. (I'm about to push the door, but I pause and look around) I have to stay in such a broken place for four years? I don't know what my dad thinks! (Push through the door. Hey, guys, I'm here early! I, Ling Chen, come from Beijing. Just let me know if you have anything in the future.
Wu: Are you Ling Chen? You live in my upper bunk. I packed everything for you.
paragraph: thank you! Come on, have a cigarette!
Wu: no, no! (by hand, just in front of Xiao Lu who is reading a book. Xiao Lu looked up and saw cigarettes. Without thinking, I took it and put it up. )
Lu: (Shanghai dialect) Xie Xie Nong!
paragraph: (slightly shocked) have you taken them all? Fortunately, there is another box of my own cigarettes here. (to Dawu again) I won't take one to save face. (Pass it to Xiao Pang again. )
Fat: Yo, Chinese? Thank you. thank you.
(Xiaokuan handed a cigarette to the poet. The poet was quite dissatisfied when he interrupted Tan Xing just now and saw that he was very ostentatious. )
Poetry: No.
I won't smoke one to save face ...
Poetry: (word for word) Smoking is harmful to health.
Paragraph: "Smoking is harmful to ...", isn't it just losing face? (turns around and takes Xiao Lu's hand and shoots him a pack of cigarettes) It's all yours!
Lu: (quite unexpectedly, I still put it away) Xie Xie Nong!
(Cheng Xi goes up, wrapped in a big bag)
Cheng: (bows) Hello everyone!
(Everyone is shocked, and then laughs)
Poetry: A fresh earthy smell comes to my face!
cheng: (stunned by laughter) my name is cheng Xi, male, 2. I belong to the rabbit, and I come from the northeast.
Wu: (stepping forward) Come on, give me something.
Cheng: (Grateful with a simple smile) Thank you! (With the help of Dawu, untie the backpack) Hey, you can eat corn stalks. It's so sweet. (distributed)
Wu: Everyone is here, so let's get to know each other. My name is Wu Dajiang, and I admire soldiers most. My motto is: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier"!
Paragraph: (Applause) Wow, OK! Hey, it's your turn!
Lu: my name is Lu Wei, and I come from Shanghai.
Cheng: (Look at my turn, stand up quickly) My name is Cheng Xi ...
Paragraph: "Male, 2, rabbit", please sit down! Hello, and you?
Pang: (stuttering, obviously not used to speaking in front of people) I, my name is Xiao Pang. You, you can just call me Xiao Pang.
poetry; (Standing up and strolling to the stage) As for me, my name is Liang Ninghui and my pen name is Liang Zi. I have loved literature since I was a child. I have an Iraqi woman who is famous for her poetry. Unable to resist the impulse of youth, I tryst with a beautiful woman under the west window every night, and eventually I went off the rails, and there were hundreds of love crystals scattered in Poetry Mountain, Poetry River and Youth Literature ...
(Xiaokuan felt sour from the beginning and walked up. )
Do you have any paper?
poem: (conceited) I never sign anyone's name.
I want to blow my nose, hee hee ...
Poetry: (angrily) vulgar!
Paragraph: (For Wu) This kind of person has to be like him ...
Wu: Come on, stop it. By the way, for the guidance student who goes to work early, let's choose a dormitory leader. Who do you think is suitable?
Fat: Liang Zi, I think you are the head of this dormitory, right?
Poetry: I'm nothing, but I can write dozens of poems.
paragraph: choose a poet? Ok, let's all hum and write something "wet" with him in the future!
Poetry: That's better than selling books with you.
Wu: let's choose one! How about a secret ballot?
paragraph: (disdain) fee that matter!
Fat: I choose Liang Zi, none other than him! (I was in a hurry and made a mistake)
Poetry: (Pretending to be humble) I think Dawu is ok!
paragraph: what I want is your sentence! I agree with Dawu! What about you?
(Cheng Xi has a good impression on Dawu for his help just now. Xiao Lu doesn't care. Both of them raise their hands)
Paragraph: What, classmate Liang Ninghui, didn't you just suggest it? (The poet has no choice but to raise his hand, and Xiao Pang only follows him. )
: unanimous! Congratulations, Mr. Wu Dajiang, on your glorious election as the first head of our dormitory 119! Today's dinner is on you! (BP machine rings) Yo, I'll call back. (in a hurry)
Wu: (Inaugural speech) Since everyone trusts me, I will definitely do well in the future! I'll take care of the work in our dormitory!
Shi: (whispering to Xiao Pang) See, it's already ready. (Cheng Xi applauds alone, and Wu walks over. )
Wu: let me help you clean up. (Suddenly remembering) Oh, yes. Just now, Hujiang Youth Daily said that our school is donating money for Project Hope. "We lift a finger, the children's bright tomorrow". Let's donate some, too
Cheng: It's really not easy for children in the mountains to study. I donate to 2 yuan. (on the small paragraph)
paragraph: 2? Did you get an allowance just after school started? What about my share? (pulling Wu)
Shi: What's the hair? That's for Project Hope.
what project? Where is the building built again? Share, right? Yes, let's ...
Poetry: Hope, project.
paragraph: I hope ... ah, I remember, the children in the mountains study and have no money. Let's donate some money, and he can ... earn by himself without money. It's none of my business! (leaving)
Cheng: (blocking Xiaokuan, angry) Why is it none of your business! How difficult it is for children in the mountains to study! I donate 2. (Pay money)
(Everyone donated money one after another, and Cheng Xi stood in Taichung staring at the small money).
item: I donated all of them, so I'll donate 2.
Poetry: There are two kinds of poor people in this world, one is material poverty, and the other is spiritual poverty.
paragraph: does this mean me? Donate another 3, make up 5, okay?
Poetry: There is another kind of people who are poor and have no money left.
paragraph: I said, why can't you give me a hard time ... Hum, I won't argue with you. Look, one hundred, two hundred, I'll donate two hundred, okay? (taken to Da Wu)
Wu: No, the donation is voluntary ...
Paragraph: Take it, I will volunteer. Isn't it money? Two hundred dollars (walking to the front) ... There's still a ring when you throw it in the water, so, donate it? (turns back) Fly! (The lights go dark).
Diary 1
(The stage is dark and there is a solitary lamp. At the table, Xiao Lu lit a cigarette and opened the diary. )
Lu: Saturday, September 12th, sunny. Finally entered the university gate, with a little fresh, but also a little disappointed. Everyone was in high spirits, and I ..... looked up by accident and saw a meteor cut through my sky. My heart, it hurts. (Is this enough? )