In the second grade class 1 classroom, the air seemed to be muted in an instant. The parents and children who were making a ruckus just now all froze!
Shock!
Shock!
Or shock!
The form teacher, Zhao Mei, gaped, "This essay …"
"'Tribute to the White Poplar'! What a good 'Tribute to the White Poplar'! " Director Liu from the Ministry of Education slapped the table in praise. This shout broke the silence. He was slightly excited. One look and he could tell that this person was not purely a leader. He was most likely a teacher or scholar in the past, "The words are simple, and can even be said to be simple. There are no rare words or complicated phrases. It doesn't look like an essay at all, but it is precisely these words that perfectly match the theme. The common white poplar, the simple and honest northern farmers. It looks like it's describing a plant, or even a very unremarkable tree, but in reality, it expresses the greatness of the masses and the power of the common people!"
Another person from the Ministry of Education was also shocked, "This … This is a model essay among models! In the mainstream Chinese textbooks, be it elementary, middle or high school, there is no such standard educational essay! How could it be written by a child!? An eight year old child? "
Principal Li immediately said, "Who wrote this?"
The Chinese teacher said in a daze, "It's … It's our class's Rao Chenchen!"
Principal Li nearly fainted, "I'm asking who is the real author of this essay!"
Who among them was stupid? Besides, even a person with a mental problem could tell that such a simple yet profound essay was not written by an eight year old child. Even these people who had been engaged in education their entire lives would not be able to write such an amazing model essay even if they were 80 years old, much less an eight year old primary school student. They did not have such literary skills! They were almost certain that the person who could write an essay like "Tribute to the White Poplar" was definitely not an ordinary person!
Famous writer?
Scholar?
Or which professor?
They all began guessing!
The Chinese teacher smiled bitterly, "Principal Li, I-I don't know either." She immediately looked at Rao Chenchen, "Chenchen, who wrote this essay for you?"
Chenchen said shamelessly, "I wrote it."
Zhao Mei hurriedly said, "The leaders and the principal are here. Chenchen, tell us the truth. Who prepared this essay for you? Don't worry, the teachers won't blame you. " Of course, they wouldn't criticize Chenchen. The topic of today's language class was for parents and children to work together to write essays. For example, Tongtong's environmental protection essay from before. Whether it was the choice of words or the deeper meaning, it didn't look like Tongtong's writing at a glance. It was definitely an essay Tongtong's father had prepared for the child long ago. Many of the children in the other classes also had adults ghostwriting their essays for them. Parents all over the world cared about their children. No one liked their children to embarrass themselves in such a public setting, so the teachers all understood.
Chenchen's little face was calm. "I wrote it." She did not lie and immediately added on. She looked at Zhang Ye and said, "It was my uncle who read it to me."
Your uncle?
He's the original author?
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Ye!
As Zhang Ye was too young, everyone looked at him suspiciously. Who was this person? You don't know him? I've never seen him before? How could he write such an article at his age? It couldn't be. Principal Li, Director Liu, and the others didn't really believe it.
Principal Li asked, "You are?"
Zhang Ye said, "I'm Chenchen's uncle."
"I say … How should I address you?" Principal Li asked doubtfully.
Without waiting for Zhang Ye to answer, Rao Chenchen beat him to it. She said in a low and hoarse voice, "My uncle's name is Zhang Ye. Ye with the characters Huo and Hua."
"Zhang Ye?" The language teacher was stunned!
Principal Li was also surprised, "You are that Zhang Ye? The Zhang Ye who wrote 'Shuidiao Getou'? The original author who won first place in the essay competition, 'Little Bunnies Be Good'? "
Zhang Ye smiled. "That's me." Heh, I never expected this bro to be so famous in the education system.
However, only a few people knew of him. The other parents did not know of him. Only when they saw Principal Li and the language teacher's stunned expressions did they guess and feel that this Zhang Ye was very awesome!
Director Liu laughed. "So it's Teacher Zhang Ye. No wonder. No wonder he could write an article like 'Tribute to the White Poplar'!"
If it were anyone else, would a young lad in his twenties be able to create "Tribute to the White Poplar" on the spot? They would definitely not believe it. It was impossible, but the author was Zhang Ye, the famous Zhang Ye. Ignoring his other works, wasn't "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" that caused a sensation on the internet written by Zhang Ye? The two articles were both about objects. One was about animals, the other about plants. One was a prose poem, the other was an essay. The similarities between them were obvious. They were both using objects to express themselves. "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" expressed a defiant and fearless spirit through a petrel. "Tribute to the White Poplar" expressed the greatness of the people and their simple integrity and omnipresent power through the white poplar!
Different approaches to achieve the same result!
Hence, knowing that this person was Zhang Ye, they no longer had any doubts. Among the literature workers of his age, only Zhang Ye could write such an article in the country! Of course, there were also a bunch of young people who wrote pretty well. Some of them were about the same age as Zhang Ye, but the problem was that they were only pretty well. No one his age could reach Zhang Ye's level! The quality of the works was much worse!
The language teacher exclaimed, "Are you really Zhang Ye?"
Zhang Ye blinked, "That's me. What's the matter?"
"Nothing, nothing. I … Forget it. We'll talk about it after class." The language teacher seemed to have something on.
Only then did Director Liu say, "Right, we're still in class. Come, let's go to the back and continue listening. Don't disturb the children."
The people from the Education Bureau and the teachers once again sat in the back. With "Tribute to the White Poplar" out, they did not plan on going to the other classes to inspect and listen.
After Principal Li sat down, he said, "Teacher, please carry on. Don't bother about us."
"Alright." The language teacher calmed herself down and said to everyone, "Students, we have just listened to 'Tribute to the White Poplar'. I can see from everyone's expressions that you do not seem to understand what's good about this article. I can't blame you. This prose might not be something you can understand at your age. This is because its essence and excellence is not on the outside, but on the inside. I sincerely hope that every one of you can be like the white poplar. In Uncle Chenchen's words … It's a tree that strives to reach the top. A straight trunk, straight branches. It's strong and unyielding. It can't be blown down by the wind."
The children all looked at Chenchen.
"Actually, I also need to criticize myself here." The language teacher said sincerely, "Just now, when I read the first sentence of 'Tribute to the White Poplar', I was still belittling it. Like everyone, I also felt that the white poplar was too ordinary. Praising the white poplar? How can I praise it? But after I read it, I realized I was wrong. Roses may be beautiful, but they wilt easily. Orchids may be beautiful, but they break easily. The white poplar may not look impressive, but I think it's more beautiful than them. This is a kind of beauty that strives for improvement. This is a kind of indomitable beauty. This is a kind of beauty that exists everywhere and can be seen everywhere! "
The language teacher's evaluation was quite standard.
Upon hearing this, everyone began to clap!
Director Liu and Principal Li also nodded and applauded!
"Just now, when I read 'Tribute to the White Poplar', I was hesitant and my tone was off. Actually, I do not have the ability to recite it well. Next, I would like to invite Teacher Zhang Ye to recite it again. I wonder if Teacher Zhang Ye can do it?" The language teacher suddenly said, "You might not know, but Teacher Zhang Ye is the most professional in this field. His occupation is a radio host, and he is also an original author. His recitation is definitely a hundred times better than yours. Hur Hur. Students, let us applaud and welcome Teacher Zhang Ye's recitation."
Applause sounded again.
Director Liu also wanted to hear how Zhang Ye would recite it. Principal Li might not have heard Zhang Ye do it live, but Director Liu had happened to hear Zhang Ye recite the audio version of "Dead Water" at the Silver Microphone Awards ceremony two days ago. That kind of mockery, that kind of sarcasm, that kind of anger, that kind of unscrupulous cursing was vividly reflected in the recitation. Director Liu had even slammed the table and stood up when he heard it. It was too enjoyable!
Zhang Ye did not want to embarrass himself.
However, Chenchen kept using her tiny arms to poke him, "Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye! "
Zhang Ye could only stand up, "Alright then. Since Teacher has said so, I'll embarrass myself today. If I don't say it well, please forgive me." Following that, he did not take Chenchen's workbook. There was no need for it. After walking up to the podium, he closed his eyes and stabilized his breathing. This was his habit. It was also taught by his university's broadcasting department to regulate his breathing. This was because reciting was not a simple matter. It required emotions. Amateurs might think it was simple. Wasn't it just reading an article? However, only professionals would know how to do it. Zhang Ye was a professional at this, so he naturally would not be sloppy.
He calmly said, "Praise of the poplar."
Following that, Zhang Ye let out a light smile. It was a confident smile that did not care what anyone thought of him. "The poplar tree is really not ordinary. I praise the poplar tree!"
Smile.
Frown.
Coldness.
The balance of Yin and Yang.
Zhang Ye's performance in this article was extremely good!
The children were mesmerized listening to it. Not only them, even the children's parents and the language teacher had looks of respect and amazement!
A professional was a professional!
It was indeed different from the teacher's casual recitation of the text!
Especially when Zhang Ye recited the last sentence with a slightly insolent smile, it made everyone exclaim, "Let those who look down on the people, those stubborn and regressive people, praise the aristocratic nanmu. Let them despise the extremely common and easy-to-grow poplar. I want to loudly praise the poplar tree!"
Bba Bba Bba!
This time, the applause resounded through the entire corridor!
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