Yu Wenfei, as a person who has been deeply affected by all kinds of "poisonous chicken soup" on the Internet in later generations, and various public account articles are "poisoned", and he himself has relatively deep writing skills, and now he wants to write some small articles that move people's hearts, which is simply easy.

Therefore, at the beginning of his article, it went straight to the hearts of the people and immediately attracted Li Yaqin.

"There was a simple shack around the corner of the street where a mother and daughter lived. The eight-year-old girl lives with her mother, whose father is a bad gambler and a heavy drinker. In the winter when the little girl was five years old, her father fell drunk on the street late at night, and by the time someone found him, his body was stiff. Since then, the mother and daughter have relied on their mother's meager income as a part-time worker......"

Yu Wenfei knows that the most touching thing is tragedy, and the more tragic it is, the better, so that it can resonate with people.

Later in the article, it is told how well-behaved and sensible the little girl is, how hard and loving her mother is, and how difficult life is.

Because she was busy with work to support her family, her mother had no way to pick up and drop off the little girl from school, so she had to walk several kilometers to and from home and school by herself.

Where I live, the environment is naturally not good, there are no street lights on the road, and at night, the black lights blind can not see the road.

In order to be afraid that the little girl would not find a place to go home at night, her mother made a small orange lamp out of oranges and hung it under the eaves outside.

Every night, the orange light will guide the little girl home.

And every time the little girl sees the orange light from afar, she will know that it is her own home, and there is a mother waiting for her at home......

The mother and daughter depended on each other like this, and many years later, the little girl became a big girl and was admitted to college.

When I arrived in the big city, I met new people and adapted to a new environment.

However, every time she came home from vacation, her mother still used to make a small orange lantern out of fresh oranges and hang it under the eaves outside the door.

However, the girl no longer paid attention to this, and she asked her mother very curiously, why did she hang this thing now that there were street lamps in the places where she lived.

Her mother looked at her kindly and told her that she was afraid that she would not find her way home.

The girl felt that her mother was old and confused, how could she not recognize the way home.

Not long after, the girl's mother died as soon as she graduated from university and started working, and the doctor told the girl that it was due to long-term overwork and severe malnutrition.

After dealing with her mother's funeral, the girl returned home and felt empty, as if her heart was empty.

When sorting out my mother's belongings, at the head of my mother's bed, there was a small orange lamp that had just been made.

Looking at this little orange lamp, the girl finally couldn't control herself and cried bitterly.

I just had the ability to make my mother's life better, but my mother was gone, and I couldn't find my way home.

Because my mother is gone, there is no home......

After a few more years, the girl got married, had children, and became a mother herself.

After the child reads, the girl also used to hang a small orange lamp outside her house every night.

The child asked her in wonder, "Mom, why do you make a little lantern out of oranges and hang it outside the door?"

The girl told the child that the street lamp is used to illuminate passers-by, but the small orange lamp can guide you home.

......

The more Li Yaqin looked back, the more she felt sadistic, especially when the girl was sorting out her mother's relics, when she saw the little orange lamp, the girl in the text cried bitterly, and Li Yaqin's eyes in reality were already moist.

She held back her emotions and read the whole article carefully.

After closing the composition in her hand, Li Yaqin sat quietly for a moment to calm her mood.

She turned her head to look at Yu Wenfei, she really didn't expect that this big boy who looked sunny on the outside would give herself such a big surprise!

This article is the best and most touching essay Li Yaqin has seen since she taught!

Even, Li Yaqin feels that this can no longer be called an essay, it should be called an "article", an article that can be published in literary and artistic journals!

Of course, she has just graduated a year ago and has not taught many students.

But Li Yaqin's basic literary accomplishment is still there, and the quality of the article can still be distinguished.

This article is definitely a good article, perhaps, my dream of teaching a writer student is about to fall on this boy......

"Everyone, stop!"

Standing up and clapping her hands, Li Yaqin motioned for the class to listen to herself.

Originally, everyone was writing essays, but when they suddenly heard Li Yaqin asking everyone to stop, they all stopped, looked up at Li Yaqin, and didn't know what she was going to say.

Raising the composition in his hand, Li Yaqin said in a somewhat excited tone: "Just now, a classmate has finished writing an essay, after I read it, I feel that it is very necessary, now I will read it for everyone!"

Many students immediately turned their eyes to Yu Wenfei in the corner of the podium, he had just handed in his essay on stage alone, who else could he have.

Many people, with the mentality of watching jokes, only take 30 minutes to write an essay of more than 800 words, what about trouble?!

Now it's a mess, the teacher is going to embarrass you in person.

No one believed that Li Yaqin had to read the article because it was good, because Li Yaqin had a high eye, and she had hardly heard of her reading a classmate's composition.

It is a great honor to be able to let the teacher read the essay himself!

Under normal circumstances, if there is an essay that she feels is good, she will just let the students read it by themselves.

Zhou Mengqi looked up at the back of Yu Wenfei's head, a little worried, and a little blamed in her heart. Originally, there were two classes of time, why were you so playful, and you had to hand in the composition in only thirty minutes, isn't this asking for trouble, no wonder the teacher wants to teach him a lesson.

And Wu Xiu looked at Yu Wenfei's gaze, just gloating, this kid, someone finally has someone to treat you, look at how arrogant you are!

Li Yaqin, who was on the podium, opened Yu Wenfei's composition text and began to read.

Her recitation was emotional, and the first paragraph of the beginning was not finished, and the class, which was still a little noisy, was silent.

With Li Yaqin's emotional voice, there were already many girls in the class with red eyes, and when it came to the climax of the article, Li Yaqin on the stage burst into tears.

Not to mention the little girls in the audience, there was a choked voice.

"Woo woo, it's so touching, this mother is so pitiful......"

"The girl is also very pitiful, just graduated, and her mother left. ”

Zhou Mengqi had already secretly taken out a handkerchief and was wiping her tears. Wu Xiuqiang held back and didn't let himself cry, pretending to be strong and said to the classmates around him: "This article is quite sensational, but that's it, don't cry." ”

However, when Li Yaqin read the last paragraph, Wu Xiu couldn't control her emotions anymore, tears overflowed her eyes, and she hurriedly took out a tissue.

After reading an article, the whole class was silent......