The number of contestants in this year's high school essay contest has reached a record high, so the workload of approval and grading is relatively large, and this time it is a member of the city's writers' association who is in charge of this work.

Although they are not very famous, these people still have a little knowledge of literature, and at least they can judge whether the article is good or bad.

Because it is an open-ended topic, each article is carefully read, and then find the resonance point from it, if you think you can, then enter the next link of review, of course, the first step to eliminate the work will be reviewed.

The procedure is a bit cumbersome, but it is because of the cumbersomeness that it is worthy of these students who participate in the competition, after all, it is their hard work.

"Hmm!"

"Not bad, not bad. An uncle read a student's article, nodded and praised: "This student's writing is excellent, the best I have seen so far." ”

"Oh?"

"I'm very curious about the article that can be used as the eye of the old law. A certain young man in the office came to the old man with great interest, leaned his head and read it, and then showed the same expression, even exaggerated.

"How brilliant is this!"

"It's just... It's perfect!" The young man said, "I'm sure this article will be in the top ten!"

"Alas!"

"Don't jump to conclusions, this is just the beginning, and who knows what will happen next. The old man smiled and said, "You kid hurry up and complete your task, be careful that next year's evaluation title will not have your share." ”

"That's right!"

Words fall,

Young people join the intense work.

However, the quiet atmosphere did not last long, and one good news after another spread throughout the office, and these good news were nothing more than that this article was good, and that article was good.

There have also been strange words, such as how this guy got into the players.

Over time,

The spirit of the crowd has reached its limit, and most of the contestants' articles are the same, and it is a personal break to look at the articles of old wine in new bottles, or old wine in old bottles.

Of course

Not all the contestants' works are like this, one of them is called Yang Xiaoman, her works have been well received by everyone, although it is similar to the style of others, but emotional... is that the feelings in the text are more delicate.

Reading her works, there is a sense of healing, and I can instantly wash away those tiredness on my body.

"What's the name of the man who slept?" asked a member of the Writers' Guild.

"It's like..."

"It seems to be called Xu or something. ”

"Xu Mang!"

"Yes, yes, it's him, Xu Mang. ”

The people of the Writers Association still appreciate Xu Mang, not because of his works, but because of his courage, he can sleep on such an occasion, and he still sleeps so soundly, there was no one before, and there will be no one in the future.

"Anyway..."

"This classmate named Xu Mang, did he leave any works during the competition?" asked the young man before.

That's right!

See how this man's work goes.

soon

Xu Mang's works appeared in front of everyone, the first impression was passable, the words were not very beautiful, at least they could be understood, and the typesetting... It's also decent, and there's nothing distinctive.

As for the content...

The people present looked at Xu Mang's works, their expressions gradually became weird, and their breathing slowly began to be short.

The title is called "Love and Fire", and it has not been changed in any way, and under normal circumstances such a title cannot be resonated with, because it is a sign of too laziness... I don't even bother to take the title of the Eight Classics, is this content still well written?

Maybe in the dark,

Everyone present paid more attention to the content, the topic... Not so important.

Because this was written by Xu Mang.

The story is about a father and son, the father and son are a little weird, the father is made of wood, and the son is made of metal, and the son's life comes from a small furnace in his body, so the son needs to keep eating wood to survive.

The father made a windmill toy for the child, but the son ate a fan leaf in one bite, and the father did not blame the son, but doted even more.

As the son grew older, the furniture in the house became scarce, and the son almost saw what he ate, while the father repaired the furniture that his son had eaten badly, until in the end, the father could not keep up with the son's appetite.

There were only a few beams left in the house, and the son did not hesitate to eat the beams, and the house collapsed...

The father looked at the ruins, a little sad, sitting on the side, how the son took care of him, he was indifferent, the son was helpless and sad, but he couldn't control his appetite.

Lei Qi,

The rain falls.

The father woke up, but found that his son was gone, and the rain was coming, and the father was very anxious, and he saw smoke rising not far away.

It's the son,

The fire in the son's body went out, and he died.

The father was desperate, and he found a toy he had given to his son from the rubble, a windmill missing a fan blade.

At this point,

The wind howled and drove the windmill, and my father looked at the spinning windmill and thought of something.

The windmill replaced the stove, and with the wind, the son lived...

That's the end of it.

The people present were deeply shocked, although it was only telling a story from beginning to end, but the story was endlessly evocative, especially its ending, it was not the father who sacrificed himself to save his son, although... It can be written like that.

But it is obviously not as perfect as the current ending, what is love? Love is not infinite tolerance, not infinite spoiling, not infinite indulgence, this will only make the son feel that everything is taken for granted.

At last

The text does not give what love is, but the members of the Writers' Guild have understood it.

love

It is an existence that gives and returns equally, and only when the flame of desire is extinguished, what is obtained is true love.

"You... What do you think?" the old man asked, "How do you think of the other works?"

"I don't know. ”

"But there's one thing I understand... If it weren't for the first place in this work, I would have hanged myself. The young man beside the old man said firmly.

This,

It was recognized by everyone present.

"Alas!"

"I heard that Xu Mang was expelled from school!"

Someone's words made the members of the Writers' Guild wake up from a dream, and the old man frowned and scolded angrily: "How did this principal become such a student who was expelled?

The identity of the old man is not simple, he is not only the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, but also the representative of the people, determined to promote the improvement of the cultural literacy of primary and secondary school students in the city, and tap some students with literary potential.

"You go on, I'll go find Lao He. The old man dropped a word and left the place.

The old man's mouth of 'Lao He' is the head of the city's Education Bureau, and the relationship between the two is not ordinary, I heard that they have known each other for more than 50 years.

The members of the Writers Association looked at the back of the old man leaving, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, they are all over seventy years old, this temper is still so irritable, and it is understandable that the principal of the family expelled Xu Mang, after all, the matter is so big, and the public opinion on the Internet is one-sided, and it is completely reasonable.

"Leave it alone, let's move on. ”

"You say... Is there a better appearance than Xu Mang's works?"

"Uh... There should be no more, I think Yang Xiaoman is the highest quality except for Xu Mang, but compared with the two... Xu Mang is more perfect. ”

"I think so too. ”

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