"I was born at a time of national food shortage, but when I was young, I remember that although life has been miserable, I have never had an unforgettable hunger. In the third year after I was born, my younger brother followed, and the family opened up more mouths, and the pressure on my parents to raise children increased dramatically. But in that case, the two of us brothers were able to occasionally get a penny or two of pocket money from our father.

I remember that when I was about five years old, my family had a little more comfort. The proof is that that summer, my mother, who has always been thrifty, actually gave me and my brother one point, and that was the first time I got money from my mother in my life.

In those two years, the domestic society was stable, and the year was good, and old farmers carrying burdens and selling agricultural and sideline products could be seen everywhere in Dongou City. After I got the penny, I led my younger brother to pick a picker not far from the door of my house to buy sugar cane to satisfy my hunger. At that time, there were very few sweets in the city that could be eaten in the mouth, and sugarcane, a fruit, could be regarded as a tonic.

The old farmer who sells sugarcane has a charred face, a simple face, and when he collects money, he smiles very simply. He took me and my brother a penny, cut a piece of juicy sugar cane for my brother, picked up the burden and left. I was in a hurry, and hurried to stop the forgetful old farmer, and after some begging, he finally cut me a section of sugar cane from the very end of the cane, which was as hard as a stone. The taste of that section of sugar cane was bland and tasteless, and it knocked out one of my baby teeth, which I remember vividly.

More than ten years later, my father died, and in order to prevent me from bullying my younger brother, my mother found several uncles in the family when I was barely married and the poorest of my family, and divided the family property left by my father in advance. According to the value of the family property and the family obligations that need to be continued, the younger brother will get about nine points for ten out of ten family property, and I will get one point.

At that time, I looked at the happy smile on my mother's face and thought to myself, what a ghost the old farmer really has.

Many years later, personnel changed.

But my mother is still the same mother, my brother is still the same brother, I am still me, only my father, and I am really gone forever.

I failed to fulfill the dream I had made when I was younger, and become a rich man who had to eat a whole section of sugar cane every day. But once in a while, when you pick up a penny on the road, you won't be happy enough to be like you've harvested the whole world.

As my child grew up day by day, he began to look down on a penny on the ground, because he was very smart and knew that the cheapest little candy on the market would cost a dime to buy two. For a penny, you can't buy anything anymore.

One day, when I was leading him down the road, I picked up a long-lost penny.

I wiped the money clean and let the child hold it in my hand. He asked me: Why?

I told him that only when people look back can they not forget the past. Only by not forgetting the past can we keep the present. Only by holding on to the present can we reap the future. ”

Lin Miao wrote here unhurriedly, hesitated, and put down the pen.

The two standing behind Lin Miao were both a little dumbfounded. Zhang Jian's original intention of this question is actually to see Lin Miao's views on social development and how individuals make choices in the course of history, no matter how you think about it, this kind of topic, the next pen should be an argumentative essay, but God knows that this baby is so unusual, if you don't write argumentative essays, you don't write essays, you don't write narratives, how many meanings does it mean to write a micro-style?

Wei Jun is not much better than Zhang Jian, after watching Lin Miao finish writing, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and even saw a little indescribable feeling of being heartbroken, and then he was stunned, and saw Lin Miao turn back to the front and give the composition a title.

"My dad picked up a penny on the side of the road and shoved it into my hand".

When Wei Jun saw it, he instantly controlled his emotions. Lin Miao's white depiction technique was almost cruel, and directly pulled his memory back to more than thirty years ago, thirty years of ups and downs, and the hardships and humiliations of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, all of which suddenly emerged from his mind.

He immediately turned his head and walked out of the classroom, looked up at the sky, and took a few big breaths.

Zhang Jian walked up to him, lit a cigarette, and handed Wei Jun another one.

Wei Jun shook his head and said, "No." ”

Zhang Jian smiled, puffed out a straight green smoke, and grinned: "Amazing, it's the first time I've seen such a young child write such a thing in so many years." Some of my students in their thirties may not be able to do it. ”

Wei Jun said: "Eight hundred words, three generations of writing, and also writing flavor, I don't know if my junior brother can do Marxism-Leninism, and it must be no problem to engage in literature." ”

Zhang Jian said with a smile: "Wang Meng said that literature is a sheep's intestine path, and if you can do it, you shouldn't do it, why do you narrow the road?"

Wei Jun also smiled and asked, "Teacher Zhang, how many points do you give him?"

Zhang Jian sighed in response: "It's a pity that it's not the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination ......."

"Huh?" the two were talking, when a surprised voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Wei Jun turned his head and saw Lin Miao coming out with a small schoolbag, so he couldn't help but smile and groaned, "Did you submit the paper in advance?"

"Hmm. Lin Miao raised her hand to see, there were still more than twenty minutes before the end of the exam, and asked rhetorically, "Senior brother, why are you here?"

Wei Jun said with a smile: "I went to Hucheng to see the master, and I was called over by Xiao Guo." You want to build a university town here, and Dongou Medical College wants to take advantage of the opportunity to expand and simply build a comprehensive university. Their principal plans to get a social science department first, and ask me to find a subject leader. ”

"Oh......" Lin Miao nodded, and asked Zhang Jian again, "Ah Gong, do you know my senior brother?"

Zhang Jian said with a smile: "Your senior brother gave me the title of Dongou Four Talents ten years ago, and I have known each other for a long time. ”

"Huh~~" Lin Miao booed at the four talents with wrinkled faces.

Zhang Jian couldn't cry or laugh, and reached out to rub Lin Miao's head.

Wei Jun told Lin Miao again: "Don't forget to go to see Master during the New Year, no matter how busy you are, you have to take time." ”

Lin Miao nodded and said, "I know, I know, there are counts." ”

Zhang Jian asked again: "Miao Miao, how did you think of writing such a thing like this in this composition?"

Lin Miao was stunned for a moment, and looked at her condemnation: "Ah Gong, were you peeping at me just now?"

Zhang Jian shouted: "What a voyeur! I was standing and watching in the open, and you didn't notice it yourself!"

The invigilators in several classrooms all poked their heads out at once.

Zhang Jian quickly shut up and apologized to several teachers with a smile.

"Well, forgive me. Lin Miao said casually, and asked Zhang Jian and Wei Jundao again, "Look at my thing, is there a feeling that there is an undercurrent surging under the calm water surface, as if emotions are about to explode at any time and then not triggered?"

Wei Jun nodded and admitted, "It's a little bit." ”

Lin Miao smiled: "That's right, "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" and "Growing in the Courtyard" are all in this tune. ”