In the morning.
No. 2 Experimental Primary School began its lessons.
The familiar chime of the bell rang. A female teacher in her forties walked into the classroom with a lesson plan, "Hello, students."
"Stand up!" A class monitor shouted.
Everyone stood up in unison, "Hello, Teacher!"
The language teacher smiled and said, "Students, please take a seat."
Other people's children were quite good. They sat and sat as they pleased, except for Zhang Ye's little Chenchen. Her reaction was always slower than others. Her listless look was written all over her little face, as though she had not eaten her fill. Anyway, Zhang Ye had never seen Chenchen smile happily, not even once. The only smile he could see was a "Hur Hur" mocking or sneering. The little rascal always had a straight face.
Zhang Ye nudged her, "Focus."
Little Chenchen acknowledged softly.
The female teacher heard a sound from below. When she saw that it was Chenchen, she said unhappily, "Be quiet, it's class time!" Then she smiled and said to the parents, "Hello, parents. Today is my first public lesson. I would like to thank everyone for taking the time out of your busy schedules to participate. As for the content of the lesson, I would like to use a more open method. I will come up with an essay question. The students will be asked to write an essay of at least 200 words according to the question. Parents can supervise and give suggestions, working together with the children. This will also allow the parents to have a deeper understanding of the child's world and strengthen their interaction with the child. Alright, I will start writing the question."
She turned around and started writing on the blackboard.
Question: Praise any kind of plant.
Requirements: Clear theme, at least 200 words.
Class 1's form teacher, Zhao Mei, was also sitting in the last row of the classroom, observing the children's performance.
After clapping her hands, the language teacher said to everyone, "Alright, students can start writing your essays. If you don't know any words, you can ask your parents."
"Daddy, I want to write about roses!"
"Sure, that's good."
"But I don't know how to write about roses."
"Here, Daddy will write it for you."
"Mommy, Mommy, I want to sing about cathaya. Ah, orchids are not bad either. Our family's orchid is so beautiful. Didn't you say it was very expensive?"
Everyone began to write.
Only Chenchen did not move for a long time. She held her pen and ate for a long time without writing a word. Finally, she turned her head and stared at Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye."
Zhang Ye asked, "What?"
Chenchen calmly handed the pen to him. "Write for me."
Zhang Ye stared at her, "If the teacher wants you to write an essay, the adults will at most give you some pointers to correct your typos. You sure are shameless. Hurry up and write it yourself."
Chenchen said in a low voice, "I won't."
Zhang Ye said patiently and encouragingly, "What's there not to know? Just look at which plant is good, which plant you like, and then write down how good and beautiful it is. That will do. Aren't you usually very eloquent? Your vocabulary is much better than other children your age, so you will definitely be fine." This little rascal was able to make Zhang Ye, a broadcasting host who had a glib tongue, speechless the day before yesterday. Zhang Ye knew that Chenchen was especially smart.
However, Chenchen just couldn't write. She lay there and puffed for a long time, but she still couldn't write a single word. It was obvious that Chenchen was also a little annoyed.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming from outside.
The school's leaders had arrived. There seemed to be some leaders from the Beijing Ministry of Education among them. There were about 20 people in the group, men and women, young and old.
The language teacher hurriedly said, "Director Liu, Principal Li."
No. 2 Experimental Primary School's Principal Li gestured with his hands, "Carry on. Don't mind us."
The form teacher, Zhao Mei, also stood up to welcome them. She gave up the empty seats in the back row, "Everyone, please take a seat here. The children are writing their essays. This is a language class."
Director Liu from the Ministry of Education said in a pleasant manner, "Alright, then let's listen to the children's essays."
Zhang Ye glanced at the back and understood. It was probably because of the Leader's inspection today that they had arranged for such an open class. Hai, this was really troublesome. Formalism really killed people.
Soon after, the language teacher looked at her watch, "Alright, it's almost time. Whoever has finished writing, please raise your hand. I will read it. Hur Hur. Let me say this first. As Class 1 is an experimental class, the first place winner of today's essay will be broadcasted to the entire school tomorrow. This is a rare opportunity."
Upon hearing this, the children were all eager and excited!
"I've written it!"
"I've written it too!"
"Read mine first! Read mine first! "
Everyone was very enthusiastic. The children were a little "crazy".
Principal Li was very pleased. He said to the Leader, "Director Liu, this is the best experimental class in our school's second grade. The children are very motivated."
"I can tell." Director Liu praised, "Very good."
Only Rao Chenchen lowered her head and did not say a word. Her notebook was still blank. Chenchen looked at the surrounding students who were raising their hands to volunteer. She pursed her lips. Zhang Ye could not bear to see this. He clenched his teeth.
He clenched his teeth. Forget it, I'll write it. I can't let the child not be able to lift her head in front of her classmates and be embarrassed. Besides, the language teacher had been angered by Chen-chen before. If she egged on, Chen-chen would be ostracized even more. This was a situation that Zhang Ye did not wish to see. The landlady auntie had always lent a helping hand to him during his most difficult times. Big Sis Rao had also given the child to him, a tenant, out of absolute trust. Zhang Ye definitely could not let anything happen to the child in his hands.
"Chenchen." Zhang Ye whispered, "I'll speak, you write."
Chenchen pursed her lips and nodded. It was rare that she did not contradict Zhang Ye this time.
But what should he write? What plant should he praise? Zhang Ye's mind went blank for a moment. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of something. Right, let's do it!
Chenchen urged, "Zhang Ye."
"Alright, don't be anxious. I got it." Zhang Ye said, "Title — 'Tribute to the White Poplar'. The white poplar is really not ordinary. I praise the white poplar!"
Chenchen wrote very quickly. With a few strokes, she began writing.
Zhang Ye carried on, "The car is speeding on a plateau that has no end in sight. What enters your vision is a yellow and green carpet. The yellow is the soil, the uncultivated wasteland. It is the outer shell of the loess plateau that was piled up by nature hundreds of thousands of years ago. The green is the result of human labor over nature. It is the wheat field. A gentle wind blows, stirring up green ripples. — At this moment, you will truly admire the two words created by the people of the past, 'Wheat Wave'. If it was not a stroke of genius, then it is the essence of a language that has been tempered. "
There were some words that Chenchen did not know how to write. Zhang Ye taught her step by step.
… …
Over there, the language teacher had already picked up Dede's essay. "Dede was the first to raise his hand. Let me read Dede's essay first. 'Violet'. I like violets. Once, Daddy and Mommy brought me to Europe. I saw it for the first time in a garden. It was so beautiful … "After reading it, the language teacher praised," It's really well written. I can tell that Dede put in a lot of effort. The words are also very good. "
Dede was very beautiful.
Dede's parents also smiled. They were a little proud.
"Here, Tongtong has raised her hand. Let me see Tongtong's." The language teacher picked up a little girl's essay. "'Ode to the Cedar'. The cedar is one of the most precious trees in the world. Due to the large amount of logging, many ancient cedars no longer exist …" After reading it, the language teacher's eyes lit up. "Tongtong's essay is even better. It has more meaning and environmental protection concepts than Dede's essay. It's really not bad.
Keep it up. " "Thank you, Teacher." Tongtong said with a smile. After she finished, she glanced at Chenchen, who was sitting at the same table as her. It was obvious that her relationship with Chenchen was not good.
One essay …
Three essays …
Five essays …
The children's essays were all read out.
Finally, the language teacher said, "Is there anyone else who has finished writing that I haven't read?"
Tongtong suddenly said loudly, "Rao Chenchen's essay has not been read!" She pointed at her deskmate.
Tongtong's father, who was beside her, looked at Rao Chenchen and Zhang Ye. His eyes were a little cold as he said eccentrically, "That's right. I also want to hear what classmate Chenchen wrote." Last semester, Chenchen had made his Tongtong cry a few times. Tongtong's father naturally did not like them. This time, he was deliberately finding fault with them. "Chenchen's parents, it's done, right? Then read it out for Teacher. Chenchen is one of the 'best' students in the class. Her essay will definitely be good! "
Actually, everyone in the class knew that Chenchen was not good at her studies. She was one of the worst students in the experimental class!
Many of the children who didn't play with Chen-chen started to rejoice in her misfortune and jeered.
"Chenchen, read it out!"
"I also want to hear Chenchen's essay!"
The language teacher did not miss Chenchen. How could she not know Rao Chenchen's language standards? She was the worst in the class. She would probably be kicked out of the experimental class next year. Today was a public class. With so many teachers and school leaders, and even leaders from the Education Bureau listening, she obviously wanted to pick out the best works to read. This way, she could highlight her teaching abilities. Hence, she said, "Chenchen might not have finished writing."
Tongtong's father sneered, "I think she has already finished writing!"
Zhao Mei, who was sitting in the back, was a little angry. What kind of parent was this!? How could she treat someone else's child like this? Was there a need to be so sarcastic? Yes, even if Chenchen's mouth is usually sharp and made your child cry, don't you know that children's words carry no harm? Besides, that's the children's business. As an adult, how can you join in and help your child bully others? What kind of words are you saying!? Ever since she knew of Rao Chenchen's background and family, Zhao Mei's attitude towards Chenchen had completely changed. She became very tolerant.
Zhang Ye was also infuriated. He stared at Tongtong's father. Grandson, what the f * * k are you saying!? You want to find fault with me? Fine!
"Chenchen, you?" The language teacher asked. She also gave Chenchen a look, indicating that it would be fine as long as she said that she had not finished writing.
But before Chenchen could say a word, Zhang Ye said, "My child has finished writing! Since everyone wants to hear it, then let's read it! "
The language teacher was stunned. Holy sh * t, are you really going to read it?
Tongtong's father smiled, "Teacher, we are all waiting."
The Education Bureau's Leaders and school leaders behind could not stand it any further. They also felt that some of the parents here were too uncultured. Hence, they did not plan on listening any further and stood up to inspect the other classes.
At this moment, the language teacher had already taken the essay from Chenchen's hands. When she saw it, she was stunned. There was no other reason. The essay had too many words. It far exceeded 200 words. So many words were written? There were already so many words to write in praise of a plant? She read it with a skeptical tone, "Title: 'Tribute to the White Poplar'. The white poplar is truly extraordinary. I praise the white poplar!"
When the first sentence was read, everyone was amused.
Praise the white poplar? And it's truly extraordinary? You sure are funny! There are so many crappy white poplar trees on the streets. Furthermore, most of them are in the countryside. How can this be considered praising a plant? Look at what the other students wrote. What orchid, what cedar, what lavender. At the very worst, it's praising a rose!
What about you?
Praising the white poplar?
F * * k, why don't you praise the gutter oil!
Many of the children began to mock. Some of the adults, such as Tongtong's father, also laughed along with the children. They had looks of disdain! Bad children are bad children! They can't do anything! What crappy essay! Aren't they ashamed of themselves? How can it be compared to my child's essay?
The language teacher also felt that there was something wrong with the essay. The title was not good, but there was no other way. A few parents with ulterior motives had pushed her to this point. She could only continue reading, but the more she read, the more astonished the language teacher became. The more she read, the more astonished she became!
This …
This is prose?
She realized that this essay was not as simple as she had imagined. Although the words were simple, there was something fishy about it!
"It's a tree that strives for the upper reaches. It has a straight trunk and branches."
"The white poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is very common in the Northwest and is not taken seriously. It is similar to the farmers in the North. It has a strong vitality and cannot be tortured or suppressed. It is also similar to the farmers in the North. I praise the white poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the North, but especially symbolizes the simple, strong, and striving spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today. "
"Let those stubborn and regressive people who look down on the people praise the aristocratic nanmu. Let them despise this extremely common and easy to grow white poplar. I want to praise the white poplar loudly!"
The language teacher closed Chenchen's workbook and said in a daze, "It's over."
The essay was finished!
Everyone was speechless at this moment!
Tongtong's father was dumbfounded!
The other parents were also dumbfounded!
The Education Bureau's Leaders, school Leaders, and teachers, who had just walked out of the classroom, all stood there with their mouths agape. Then … one by one, they rushed back and looked at the classroom in shock. It was as if they had seen a ghost!
Zhang Ye became arrogant. He snorted at those parents who had doubted Chenchen and him. He thought to himself that all of you were really looking down on me!
Show off! Show off in front of me again!
Competing with me in writing essays? All of you sure are funny!
Zhang Ye was not surprised by everyone's shock. Was I joking with all of you? This was "Tribute to the White Poplar". If he remembered correctly, this was a famous essay in his world's second year language textbook. And the author was even more famous — Mao Dun!
If anyone could find fault with this essay, Zhang Ye would smack them in the face. "Tribute to the White Poplar" did not have any flowery words. It was not like a typical essay that was filled with words. But it was because of this that this essay was precious. It highlighted the ideological, educational, and literary value of the essay!
An essay that praised something?
"Tribute to the White Poplar" was the most unremarkable! And also the most famous!
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