Chapter 73 Don’t Read Other People’s Essays in Person
After a pleasant weekend, it is the second week of school and the studies have become more intense.
But what makes students happy is that there are only four days of classes this week, because the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday starts on Friday, and they can have three more days of fun along with the weekend.
For many students, going to school means looking forward to weekends and holidays.
In fact, at this moment, Mid-Autumn Festival is not a legal holiday. It was not until 2008 that it was officially included in the legal holidays.
However, in most areas, especially on small islands with strong local customs, there will still be a Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. It all depends on the school's arrangements.
In addition to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are also corresponding holidays for major festivals on the island, including fishery festivals, temple fairs and parades, which is something that students and workers in inland cities cannot envy.
……
On Tuesday, Wen Susu returned the drawing and composition assignments collected over the weekend to everyone.
After all, Teacher Wen is the students' favorite teacher, and most of the students do their best to complete the homework she assigns.
I wrote the composition carefully and drew the picture carefully... As for how well it was written and how well it was drawn, that is another matter.
Wen Susu was also very careful in marking. She gave grades to every student's composition. The grading method was 'A+', 'A', 'A-', 'B+'... She gave grades in this way probably because she didn't want to discourage students' enthusiasm for writing. Even for the worst essay, she only gave a grade of B-.
Not only that, but behind each student's composition, there was a brief comment written by her in red pen.
Fang Wei opened the composition book he had just received.
The scope of this composition is very broad. Wen Susu's requirement is to write a composition about "beauty", which can be seasons, scenery, small animals, or people...
Fang Wei thought about it and wrote an article about youth, describing the "beauty" of youth in his eyes.
There are not many words, only about 600 words.
The score is A+, and there is a comment from Wen Susu at the end: [The entry point is very clever, with in-depth thinking, and the writing is fluent and concise. Keep up the good work! The handwriting is very good. In addition, the drawings need more work! ]
As for drawing, you can let me write, but I really can’t draw!
I still remember that writing essays used to be my most troublesome thing. I had to rack my brains to barely piece together 600 words.
I have read a lot of books nowadays. I dare not say that I am well-versed, but at least I have some knowledge that can be used to write, and writing essays has become a natural thing for me.
Of course, in terms of many writing skills, he feels that he still needs to write more and practice more. Although his score is A+, after reading more books, the gap between his own writing and that of others is not small.
In the Chinese subject, the part that is most likely to create a big difference in scores is composition.
Many people think that Chinese is just about rote memorization, but that’s not the case. People who only know how to memorize may be able to do well on other questions, but they will definitely not get high scores on essays.
Writing also requires talent, and this talent is probably what is called the spirituality in words.
As the class representative Wang Yushan handed out the essays, Liu Zhiyi next to her also got his own essay book.
Fang Wei had already read Cailing's composition. She wrote about the sunset. Now that he was far away, he didn't know how many points Teacher Wen had given Cailing's composition.
If Fang Wei were to give the grade, unless the girl held a knife to his neck, he felt that he would probably give it a B...+, well, probably just average, and because the handwriting was too sloppy, some points would be deducted.
As for Liu Zhiyi's composition, he also heard her say that it was about sunrise.
But when he wanted to read her composition, Liu Zhiyi refused. It was not because there was something shameful in it, but she was simply embarrassed to show her composition to anyone other than the teacher.
Fang Wei also understood that words... even if they are fictional words, will more or less reflect some characteristics of the author himself, such as unknown moods and thoughts.
For the sensitive girl, showing her own articles to others would be like opening her heart to them, so she naturally would not want to do that.
……
Liu Zhiyi took the composition book in his hand, gently opened it and took a look at the scores and comments.
His expression remained calm and had not changed much because of the ratings and comments above.
Fang Wei came over curiously.
She moves so fast!
She closed the notebook in a flash, held it in her arms, and stared at him warily.
"Show it to me?"
"No, I won't give it."
"You wrote about sunrise?"
"Ah."
“Why did you want to write about the sunrise?”
"…I went to see it with you that day, and I thought it was so beautiful, so I wrote it down." Liu Zhiyi was very honest.
"Huh? So you included me in the composition?" Fang Wei blinked.
"..."
Liu Zhiyi looked up at him and found that Fang Wei was more shameless than she had imagined.
"I didn't write you."
"So what did you write?"
"The scenery and some insights or something."
"Can you show it to me?"
"No."
"How much is the score then?"
"A++"
"Oh oh, follow me...Eh?! Two +?!"
"Ah."
Liu Zhiyi nodded slightly, not looking very excited. It was only when she saw Fang Wei's surprised expression that she asked curiously, "Aren't you?"
"I have one less + than you. I guess you are the only one in the class who got an A++."
"so……"
The girl seemed a little happy now, and it was unclear whether she was happy because she got higher scores than all her classmates or just because she was happy for the high scores.
Fang Wei was speechless. He could see that Liu Zhiyi had secretly always regarded him as an opponent!
The other day I was still saying how great my desk mate is, is this how you repay your desk mate?!
"Can you please let me have a look? I'm still thinking about learning how to write an A++ composition."
"Well……"
Liu Zhiyi hesitated, her hands clenching the composition book. Just as she was about to agree, she uttered cold words: "No."
"What about Mr. Wen's comments? Can you show them to me?"
"...No."
"..."
Fang Wei was convinced, and for the first time he witnessed her stubbornness.
If I ever get the chance, I will tie her up and read her composition in front of her.
……
After the essays were distributed, Wen Susu, who was standing on the podium, briefly commented on the essays.
"Everyone's writing is very complete this time! Keep up the enthusiasm for writing in the future. Writing is an indispensable part of the Chinese language and the key to scoring in the Chinese language exam."
"...In addition to these, today I would like to specially praise Liu Zhiyi's composition. It is also the only composition in our class that I gave an A++!"
"Liu Zhiyi wrote very well! The whole article is closely related to the theme, and the writing style is quite sophisticated and beautiful. He has a deep understanding of the topic and a solid foundation in writing. I hope everyone can learn more about writing from Liu Zhiyi..."
Teacher Wen suddenly called out his name. Liu Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then he looked up and found that all the classmates were looking at him.
The girl's pretty face flushed immediately. Fang Wei admired her very much. Even though her face was already red, she still sat up straight and faced everything with a serious expression. How did she do it?
Of course, where he couldn't see, Liu Zhiyi's feet hidden in her little white shoes were clenched and her heart was pounding.
[Please don’t let me go up there to read my composition! Please don’t!!]
Such prayers were not narcissistic. In fact, since elementary school, she had often been read out as a model essay by her teacher because of her good writing skills...
Perhaps this should be a matter of pride for many students.
But she is an introvert.
You say I am happy, and of course I am happy;
But, could you please just give a score secretly and not release the composition?
Sometimes I even think that it would be nice to have a website or forum for writing.
She could post what she wrote, and she also followed others and used a pen name.
This way no one will know her, and she can also see other people's compliments, how great.
……
Fortunately, until the end, Wen Susu did not let Liu Zhiyi go on stage to read the composition.
but--
"I plan to make a blackboard newspaper in my class. The theme is the journey of exploration, about learning and growth. There will be a learning area module to display the excellent homework, works, essays, etc. of my classmates."
"So……"
"The first essay to be displayed is Liu Zhiyi's "Sunrise"! Let's give her a round of applause!"
Liu Zhiyi: “???”
The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Teacher Wen on the stage in disbelief. "Teacher, are you sure?"
Teacher Wen met her gaze, nodded and smiled, expressing his approval - "That's right, congratulations!"
Liu Zhiyi almost fainted...
She doesn't want to show her composition to everyone!
But the classmates in the class had already applauded enthusiastically, so the matter was settled.
Different from the girl whose pretty face was flushed red, Fang Wei was smiling happily at this moment, as if he was proud of his deskmate's excellence.
Seeing him laughing so happily, Liu Zhiyi, who was always a lady and quiet, couldn't help but hit him with her little hand hidden under the table...
"Why are you hitting me?"
"You are gloating..."
"I don't have any."
"You have……"
"Isn't this a good thing? Look, in the end, you still have to show me your composition, right?"
"Woo——"
Good thing!
……
After class, Wen Susu called Fang Wei, Wang Yushan and Du Peipei to the corridor.
"I plan to let the three of you be responsible for the design and layout of the blackboard newspaper."
"Fang Wei, your handwriting is good, so you will be mainly responsible for writing on the blackboard, and you will also be the general manager of our class blackboard newspaper."
"no problem."
"Yushan, you are the student committee member, so you will be responsible for the main design of the blackboard newspaper. Our theme is learning and growth. As I just said, you can design some sections to display outstanding works, study areas, history, science, art, etc."
"Okay, teacher."
"Pepe, your drawings are the best in the class. Have you ever studied art before?"
"I haven't learned it, but I like to embroider some things."
"That's great! This is also part of the fine arts. I'll leave the art part of the blackboard newspaper to you, okay?"
"Uh-huh."
The school actually has no requirements for blackboard newspapers. The reason why Wen Susu wants to make this blackboard newspaper is to enrich everyone's extracurricular learning life.
It can be seen that the students in the class still feel quite fresh about the blackboard newspaper.
"Teacher Wen, is there a time requirement for this blackboard newspaper? What effect do you want to achieve?" Fang Wei asked.
"You can just complete it in your spare time. As for the effect, it depends on your own performance! This is the first issue of our blackboard newspaper, so it doesn't matter if the effect is not so good. I will also give you some guidance. You have to publish one issue every month in the future."
"Ok."
……
After Fang Wei returned to his seat, Liu Zhiyi, still hoping for a lucky break, asked him about the blackboard newspaper.
“Are you really going to select my composition…?”
"Well, didn't Teacher Wen just say that?"
"Should I tear it off and stick it on, or..."
"Copy it."
“…Do I copy it?”
"I'm responsible for writing on the blackboard, but if you want to copy it yourself, that should be fine too!"
"..."
The girl finally gave up and without saying a word, she placed her composition book respectfully on Fang Wei's desk as if offering a tribute.
Seeing her look like she was ready to sacrifice herself heroically, Fang Wei didn't bother to be polite with her.
"Don't worry, I will write your composition on the blackboard with my most careful strokes."
"..."
"Why didn't you show it to me earlier? In the end, I still saw it."
"..."
"Let me take a good look at your masterpiece."
"..."
"Title: Sunrise"
“Sunrise is a miracle that happens every day but never repeats itself.”
"When the first rays of morning light quietly tear open the curtain of night, it is like a painter from the depths of the universe, using golden and rose red as ink, drawing on the horizon..."
I have to say that Liu Zhiyi is really good at writing. His writing is delicate and his writing technique is quite skillful. Is it true that i people have more talent for writing?
Fang Wei continued to read the short essay she wrote in front of her.
It was the first time that her work was read and recited to her in person.
The girl swayed from side to side embarrassedly, her cheeks as red as two balls of red wool.
Until one moment, she couldn't bear it anymore and snatched back her notebook:
"Don't read it out loud!"
"..."
(End of this chapter)
