"I haven't talked about how to write an argumentative essay yet, so when our Chinese team came up with the questions for this monthly exam, we didn't have strict requirements on the subject matter of the essay, and it was even simpler than the questions in many junior high school exams. I just want you to strive for more points. little bit."
Teacher Wang was halfway through his sentence, and couldn't help but take a deep breath tiredly, looked at Yu Ran, and emphasized his tone: "There is no propositional composition, the materials we give are for you to write an unforgettable event or an unforgettable person, and to reflect on it through events or people. What did you realize? Our grade basically writes narrative essays, do you still remember the six elements? Yu Ran, get up and talk."
Yu Ran has already memorized this question, stood up and answered fluently: "Time, place, person, cause and effect."
"Yeah." Teacher Wang nodded in satisfaction for the time being, but didn't let him sit down, and then asked: "Then do you know, what is the main premise of writing a narrative?"
Yu Ran was in a daze, and the students around him didn't seem to remind him, so he tentatively guessed: "Wonderful?"
Teacher Wang choked speechlessly, licked his dry lips, and then clapped the test paper on his hand and told Yu Ran loudly: "It must be 'real'!"
She waved her big hand to make Yu Ran sit down, and after a few seconds, she couldn't help but said, "Yu Ran, that means we don't take narrative writing in the college entrance examination, otherwise I will buy ten copies of "Complete Composition" for you to read." How do we normal people make up stories. I don’t have enough time today, so I’ll save you some face, if you don’t read it in class, you take your paper away.”
As soon as he heard that his composition could not be shown to everyone, the expectant smile on Yu Ran's face faded, and he took back the paper and lay down on the table sullenly, and didn't listen to the whole class.
However, Teacher Wang’s words made the students very curious about Ran’s composition for the monthly exam. After class, they flocked to Yu Ran to watch the narrative essay, and soon everyone laughed and circulated it to each other.
Yu Ran was still lying on the table without saying a word, playing with the ballpoint pen expressionlessly.
He didn't care that the score was only 23, but the teacher clearly promised him that he would read it before, but now he backed out, and he was a little upset.
Looking at Yu Ran's back, Chu Mian clearly felt that he was depressed. Chu Mian was disturbed by the laughter of the students around him. He frowned, raised his head and said to them, "Give me the paper."
The cold voice cut through the lively atmosphere, and the students closest to Chu Mian clearly saw the threat in his eyes, and immediately froze their smiles.
Chu Mian was completely unaware of the gloomy look on her face, and her expression softened after she got back Yu Ran's composition from others.
"Yu Ran." Chu Mian called him from behind, "Turn around, I want to read your composition now."
After hearing Chu Mian's voice, Yu Ran automatically regained some energy, immediately turned around and lay down on his desk, and smiled at him twice.
Seeing that Yu Ran's expression was not as gloomy as he had imagined, Chu Mian felt relieved and lowered her head to unfold the test paper.
He took a closer look and found that the title of Yu Ran's composition was "My Uncle Yu Le".
"...Is this the topic of a text you have learned before?" Chu Mian recalled, "Yu Ran, you can copy the text, but the stories in the textbook will definitely not be scored."
"What text?" Yu Ran was a little confused, "My uncle's name is really Yu Le."
Chu Mian reluctantly said "Okay" and started from the beginning.
[My Uncle Yule]
[Growth is a set of long stairs, I fell down in the first section, and I have to climb up; growth is a rainbow after the rain, even if I have never seen it, I still hope that it will appear one day ;Growth is a cup of tempting wine, one sip will get you drunk, and you will be addicted to it...Growth, let me grow from a little boy to a big boy. And all of this was taught to me by my uncle Yule...]
Although this parallel sentence has no logical connection and the vocabulary is not beautiful enough, but at first glance it looks like the opening style of the composition template. Chu Mian thinks that at least Yu Ran has thought about it seriously and should not be laughed at too much.
So he told Yu Ran reassuringly: "The format at the beginning is actually very standard, it would be better if it was polished a bit more."
Yu Ran nodded hastily when he heard the praise.
[Like most of my peers, I am fifteen years old.]
Seeing the beginning of the second paragraph, Chu Mian fell silent.
[Just last month, I saw my uncle again. That day, the sun was shining in the sky, and I was in a good mood, so I went out with my younger brother Yu Jin (pseudonym) to play on the Lanjiang cruise ship, but my mother was worried that we would go out alone, and she couldn’t accompany us even if she had to go to work, so She called our uncle Yule. Uncle Yu Le's original name was actually Yu Lele, so my brother and I called him Uncle Lele.]
[But I don’t like Uncle Lele. He doesn’t look for a job, he only picks up plastic bottles discarded by others on the side of the road and sells them for money. With a low income, he relies on my dad for food and drink every day. This makes me look down on him.]
[When I arrived on the cruise ship, I sat in the frontmost seat and played with my younger brother on the rope. Anyone who didn't turn it well would have their hair pulled. I grabbed my brother so much that I almost got his head naked! Ha ha! When I was happy, Uncle Lele came over suddenly and wanted to play with us too.]
[Think beautifully! I looked at his patched trousers and rough hands with contempt. Uncle Lele was left out in the cold by me, with a sad look on his face, he left silently to pick up the bottles on the boat. I watched with disdain and cold eyes, thinking: "Huh, how much can you sell for picking up bottles? You are a big man, and you really don't want to make progress." The boat drove faster and faster. In order to seek excitement, my brother and I went to the deck to have a breeze .]
[The Lanjiang River is as blue as the sea and wider than the sky, so I can't help but want to fall into its embrace. Before I knew it, I stood on the bow, opened my arms, and felt the free wind, warm sunshine, and joy of sailing...]
[But at this moment, the sky suddenly became cloudy and the wind blew violently! I didn't react, only heard the harsh screams of the people on the boat. I turned my head and was shocked to find: there is a huge reef above the Lanjiang River!]
[Oops, the ship is about to collide! I ran away, but the sky was already pouring rain, and the strong wind was like a demon, grabbing me tightly and pulling me off the bow! Feeling dizzy, I instinctively clung to the railing of the boat with both hands. How to do? My body is constantly draining, and I will soon fall into the river! I'm only fifteen years old! I don't want to die! The strong desire to win made me shout: "Help! Help!"]
[Unfortunately, the sound of the thunderstorm completely covered my shouting, and no one noticed that there was a young boy who was about to fall into the water at the bow... Where is my brother? where is he? Why didn't he come to save me?]
[My vision gradually blurred, and my arms gradually lost strength. However, just when I was about to give up and prepare to die, something unexpected happened—Uncle Lele rushed over and handed me a mineral water bottle!]
["Son! Hold on to it!" Uncle Lele shouted anxiously, half of his body was about to stick out of the bow, just to rescue me. I was shocked, and I couldn't be calm for a long time. Not only did Uncle Lele not care about my indifference and contempt for him before, but now he even risked his life to save me! I choked up, tears fell like rain, bigger than the real rain in the sky...]
[I didn't care how dirty the mineral water bottle was, so I grabbed it quickly and saved my life. When I was panting and trying to calm my heartbeat, I was surprised to find that my brother was eating ice cream in the boat! It turned out that when the danger happened, the people I thought were close were actually more selfish than I imagined, while the people I thought were worthless were willing to give everything to save me. I had mixed feelings for a moment, when I turned around to say thank you to Uncle Lele...]
[He spat out a mouthful of blood.]
Seeing this, Chu Mian couldn't help coughing.
["Uncle Lele, what's wrong with you?" I anxiously helped him up.]
["Son, I've been hiding it from you..." Uncle Lele's voice was hoarse, and scarlet blood flowed from his mouth. I have no regrets for being able to save you before I die..." As he spoke, Uncle Lele slowly closed his eyes, but there was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.]
["Uncle Lele!" I cried and yelled at him, but the only response was the sound of rain, as if God was also weeping in grief.]
[I will never forget my uncle Yule, who taught me what it means to know people and face but not the heart, taught me not to judge people by their appearance, and taught me what growth is.]
…
This essay, which seriously exceeded the prescribed word count, ran out of grids at the end, so Yu Ran could only simplify the ending, reduce the font size and write on the back of the paper. But he feels that this does not hinder the ups and downs and fascinatingness of the story itself.
Chu Mian looked at the composition, feeling restless for a long time.
Cui He looked at it from the side, and just said with a smile, "23 points is too high", but Chu Mian stared at it silently.
She had no choice but to shut her mouth resentfully, and changed her words to praise Yu Ran out of conscience: "Oh, isn't this wonderfully written, if you weren't sitting in front of me now, I almost thought you were dead!"
Yu Ran wanted to be humble with her, but seeing that Chu Mian had stopped talking, Yu Ran shifted his attention to him, and asked with burning eyes: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, you are so moved. I can't speak."
Chu Mian avoided his gaze, and commented hesitantly, "Well, the writing made me... an eye-opener."
Yu Ran laughed out loud, and told Chu Mian sincerely, "Actually, I made up this composition."
Chu Mian was speechless, and Cui He was dumbfounded: "Oh my god, we really wouldn't see it if you didn't tell me."
Seeing that there were still two of them admiring his literary talent, Yu Ran's mood suddenly brightened, and he no longer cared about Mr. Wang's breaking his promise, and resumed his usual lively and active activities. He called Fang Zhao to the canteen to buy snacks, and invited the two of them to eat.
As soon as he left, Cui He couldn't help sighing "fuck" to Chu Mian.
Chu Mian didn't look up at her, but asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"I found that you became a little... a little..." Cui He thought over his words over and over again, and several words were about to pop out from his mouth, such as "gentle" and "considerate", but after thinking about it, he found that these words were originally Chu The quality deep in Mian's personality is nothing to single out.
So she smiled and said happily, "It's become a little more like you."
Chu Mian was very confused by her description: "Have you learned to talk nonsense after reading Yu Ran's composition?"
Cui He asked back: "Since you also think his writing is bad, why don't you let me laugh?"
"It's nothing funny." Chu Mian said calmly.
Whether it is tears of true feelings when writing a composition, or complacency about his own level after writing, Yu Ran always has a serious attitude and waits for the teacher's praise and classmates' praise. I can't bear it.
Especially when Yu Ran felt down, the more other people laughed, the more disgusted Chu Mian became.
But if Yu Ran’s composition is only shown to himself, Chu Mian will tease him to his heart’s content, as if there is a position in his subconscious that “I am qualified to laugh at him”, so he doesn’t want others to look down on Yu Ran, It seemed as if he had underestimated himself.
Chu Mian looked up, and silently remembered the few people who were the most active in the composition of Yu Ran just now.
—Write them down in the notebook when you get back.