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Campus One-Act Drama "Letter from Home" —— Caring for Left-behind Children

Time: A Saturday afternoon after school.

Venue: Student House.

Characters:

Qiangqiang: Male, a fifth-grade primary school student.

Grandma: Female, over 60 years old, strong grandmother.

Teacher Zhang: Female, over 30 years old, strong head teacher, Chinese teacher.

Lingling: Female, strong classmate.

Pumbaa: Male, strong classmates.

Scene: Ordinary urban family, living room, sofa, coffee table, with several textbooks and exercise books on it.

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Qiang Qiang reclined on the sofa.

Qiang Qiang: (sadly) Dear Mom and Dad, how are you? Have you forgotten that your son is at home? ...

Grandma: (loudly) Sing, sing, sing! You can only sing.

Grandma came on stage with a vegetable basket.

Grandma: (nagging) Look at your child. When you come home from school and don't do your homework, you sing loudly. What's the use of singing? Can you be a singer? Can I go to CCTV?

Qiang Qiang: (impatiently) Do homework, do homework, don't understand. what can I do?

Grandma: I don't understand why you don't ask your grandfather. Isn't he tutoring you in your study?

Qiang Qiang: (contemptuously) Hum, what does Grandpa know? He can't even add or subtract scores, he can't read Chinese Pinyin correctly, and he is a tutor.

Grandma: Grandpa doesn't understand. Ask Lingling across the hall and her friends upstairs. Aren't they all your classmates?

Qiang Qiang: Don't mention them. Some of them sing in the chorus, others write poems and compositions in the literature club. Besides, they are excellent students. Do they respect me? .

Grandma: Who can blame? I got a score of 100 and a score of 99. What about you? Chinese 86, math 68. At the parent-teacher meeting, I was embarrassed to put your paper on the table after I got it, for fear that others would see the joke.

Qiang Qiang: You are afraid of jokes, so am I.

Grandma: (at a loss) Are you afraid of jokes?

Qiang Qiang: If I let an old woman attend a parent-teacher conference without her parents, won't people laugh at me?

Grandma: (helplessly) alas! Didn't your parents go to Guangzhou to work and earn money?

Qiang Qiang: They haven't been home for two years, and there isn't a letter.

Grandma: (sadly) Yes, people don't go home or even write letters. But they are busy.

Qiang Qiang: Busy, busy! If you want money, you don't want to die. After making money, I don't even want children.

Grandma: (shaking her head) Sin! (Putting the basket on the coffee table, suddenly remembering) By the way, your father just called at noon.

Qiang Qiang: (happily) What did he say?

Grandma: Ask about your study.

Qiang Qiang: I only know how to study. I will choose the time to call. Call neither early nor late, and call when you are not at home at noon. Do they still have me as a son in their hearts?

Grandma: Why not? Don't they often send money back for you to eat and wear?

Qiang Qiang: People need more than food and clothes, do you understand?

Grandma: Don't be born in happiness. What don't you want? What else do you want? Do you want stars in the sky?

Qiang Qiang: (Shouting) I want maternal love! I want fatherly love! Can you give it to me? (singing) I am so lonely at home, like a grass falling on a hill; Although I have food and clothing, I always miss my parents. ...

Grandma: (Helpless) Why is this child so stubborn? I am old and confused. I can't beat you. I will invite your teacher. (walks to the phone and picks up the receiver)

Someone knocked at the door.

Teacher: Is Qiang Qiang at home?

Grandma: (nervously) Speaking of the devil, why are you here? Look at you, you are disobedient and don't study well. The teacher won't let you go.

Qiang Qiang: (in disgust) I must have come to complain. Tell me, I don't believe it. (gets up and walks into the back room)

Grandma, get the door. Miss Li, Lingling and friends.

Teacher Zhang: hello, mother-in-law Qiang Qiang hasn't come home yet?

Grandma: I went home early, in the back room. (anxiously) Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry to embarrass you.

Teacher Zhang: (surprised) What are you ashamed of?

Grandma: He didn't study well, and his mid-term exam results were too poor.

Teacher Zhang: It's better to study hard. The result of this exam was almost poor, because I was hospitalized some time ago and delayed my homework. Take the time to make up for it, and you will certainly catch up.

Grandma: (safely) Oh! Good, good. Teachers and children, sit down quickly.

Teacher Zhang sat down, and Lingling and Pumbaa picked vegetables with grandma's basket.

Teacher Zhang: (shouting to the back room) Qiang Qiang, come out quickly and see what good news we have brought you!

Qiang Qiang: (rushing out of the back room) There is good news, really?

Lingling: Of course it's true. Your lyrics "Letter from Home" express the voice of left-behind children. The school magazine is coming out, and it is also ready to be recommended to Family Education Weekly.

Pengpeng: We also invite you to join the New Bud Literature Society.

Lingling: The school choir wants to participate, too.

Grandma: (anxiously) Qiang Qiang doesn't study well, so don't drag him to join societies and groups.

Teacher Zhang: Grandma, don't worry about studying hard. Students' club activities make use of their spare time and will not affect their study. Lingling, my friends and I take turns having classes on Sundays. We will never leave a classmate behind.

Grandma: Now, Qiang Qiang has some difficulties in doing her homework. Neither his grandfather nor I know much about it, so we have to worry. That's good. (to Qiang Qiang) Thank you for your teachers and classmates!

Qiang Qiang (happily) thanks to the teacher! Thank you Lingling! Thank you, pengpeng!

Lingling: Qiang Qiang, I heard that you wrote the lyrics with music. Can you sing?

Qiang Qiang: Very good. But I have to make some changes. Wait a minute. (enters the back room)

Grandma: (suddenly enlighted) Hey, I haven't given you water for a long time. (Look at the water heater) The boiling water has run out. Teacher Zhang, you sit down for a while, and I'll boil water in the kitchen. (End)

Lingling: Teacher Zhang, it will be Qiang Qiang's birthday in two days. May I suggest that our class give it to Qiang Qiang after school that afternoon?

Teacher Zhang: OK, I support it.

Pengpeng: I agree with you.

Qiang Qiang: (excitedly) changed. Look at the revised lyrics (pass the paper to the teachers and classmates), and I'll sing. (Singing) Dear Mom and Dad, how are you? Are you busy at work now? How are you? I'm fine at home now. Don't worry too much about my parents.

Everyone: (singing) I am writing today to tell you that love and warmth have come to my home; I am writing to tell you today that love and warmth have come to my home. ...

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