Lin Miao sat in Wei Jun's office for more than half an hour and drank a glass of milk before going out.

The moment she went out, Lin Miao felt that she was here to fight, and if she didn't succeed, she would become a benevolent, so she missed the sentence "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold".

But I felt very unlucky, and I just held it back.

Outside the examination room, Liang Yanhong was relieved to see that Dean Wei had sent Miao Ye back.

Then several people waited outside the classroom for about ten minutes, and 15 minutes before the game, the organizers of the event came and opened the door. Then there were students from 32 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions across the country, accompanied by leaders from their respective provinces.

The essay contest is different from the English speech contest, and the vast majority of the students who come are junior high school students. Because there are extra points for the high school entrance examination in various places, and generally speaking, the national prize of the essay contest is one of the options with the highest bonus points, or even one of them.

It is not uncommon to exaggerate, ignore the scores of the high school entrance examination, and admit the first prize winner in the country exceptionally.

Just like the essay "Red Miao", Huang Gaowei, the "little prince of composition for poor people" created by Lin Miao, has been booked by Dongou Middle School - it is rumored that as long as he can pass the test with a score of 600, Dongou Middle School will admit him. The high school entrance examination with a full score of 780 points is converted into a 100-point system, and 600 is almost equivalent to about 75......

Lin Miao's exam number was very backward, sitting in the last seat of the third group in the No. 2 exam room, with the blackboard behind him.

As soon as his butt sat down, an old man came over and touched Lin Miao's head. Lin Miao looked up, couldn't remember where she had seen him, and whispered, "Teacher, tell me, am I the most beautiful boy in this classroom?"

When a candidate from eastern Guangdong heard it, he burst out laughing directly.

The old man was speechless and said, "You won the grand prize in the primary school competition last year, and I voted for you." ”

Huh, your own people?

Lin Miao's eyes lit up: "Okay, I know, I have to continue to work hard this year!"

The old man shook his head with a wry smile and patted Lin Miao's shoulder: "Relax and write, just play normally." ”

He was originally worried that Lin Miao was nervous, but now it seems that he is simply too high.

Lao Guo, an apprentice, is strong, but it is really worrying.

I hope there are no moths......

Lin Miao sat in her seat and waited for about ten minutes, and the invigilator came.

With a stinky face, it seems that someone owes hundreds of dollars, and he can't catch it back after two and a half years.

First, he turned around and wrote a few lines on the blackboard: the final of the junior high school group of the 96 National Essay Competition, the competition time was May 18, 1996, 9 a.m. to 11 a.m., Topic: If there is an afterlife, the genre is not limited, except for poetry, the number of words is 600-800 words.

After writing, he emphasized the discipline of the examination room with a calm face, and then gave 8 blank papers, 4 answer sheets, and 4 scratch papers to each of the thirty candidates in the classroom one by one. When it was sent to Lin Miao's side, he silently glanced at Lin Miao, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Lin Miao was not surprised at all, and smiled at him.

If there are your own people in the examination room, there must be people who are not your own people......

It's very scientific and logical.

Even if a wrench fell out of the invigilator's crotch now, Lin Miao wouldn't feel strange.

Less than half a minute after I got the paper, the exam bell rang.

Lin Miao's idea is to come immediately, the national competition, the theme is to serve the people, to make contributions to the motherland, just take the topic "Be a Chinese in the next life", try to ask who dares to say badly? As for how to outline the opening chapter, how to sensationalize the middle, and how to condense and elevate the ending, that is pure technical work. However, Miao Ye has no other skills, this kind of technology, if it is rated, theoretically it should not be considered a fraud to evaluate an eighth-level technician, and he is still very worthy of this title.

Exams are important and there is no room for sloppiness.

Lin Miao, an eighth-level codeword worker, made an outline before starting to write.

Of course, there should be no one in this classroom who dares to write without an outline......

It took at least 20 minutes to sort out the ideas, and then it was time to fill in the blanks.

This time, Lin Miao wrote extremely slowly, and it took more than ten minutes to write the first hundred words alone.

"I'm a materialist, and a materialist doesn't talk about the afterlife.

However, the concept of the afterlife does give people room for hope and imagination - if the next life is regarded as another mode of life continuation, people who have different understandings and pursuits of life will definitely have different attitudes and reactions: those who are content with pleasure will spend their days drinking and drinking, those who are obsessed with fame and fortune will still fight to win, those who hide in the empty door or think quietly, and those who believe in eternal life may do all kinds of evil.

If there is an afterlife, it may not be as good as it seems. It relieves human beings from the fear of life, frees human beings from birth, old age, sickness and death, and also releases other uncontrollable things. Therefore, only those who truly cherish lofty ideals and beliefs can create a better future that is stronger day by day through the endless continuation of life.

The beginning of the Book of Changes says: Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement.

Struggle is the eternal theme of survival.

The human race has multiplied to the present day, from fighting against nature with flesh and blood, to conquering the planet with wisdom and creativity. Our ancestors may not have known how the wind, frost, rain and snow came about, but they never gave up the struggle against cold, hunger, and disease. There are several generations of struggle and inheritance to get rid of the predicament, and only then can later generations be strong and calm when solving difficulties.

Yugong moves mountains, and Dayu controls the water. This is the myth of struggle. The first emperor struggled for the sixth generation of Yu Lie, vibrated the long strategy and won the universe, swallowed two weeks and died the princes; This is the history of struggle. Zigong was tired of learning, and told Zhongni: I wish to have a rest. Zhong Ni said: There is no rest in life. This is the great principle of struggle.

Choosing perseverance when encountering problems and unyielding in the face of disasters is the only way to survive.

A hundred years ago, China's gates were opened by foreign powers with strong ships and cannons. After the robbers and bandits left, they left behind devastation and ruins in Kyushu. One hundred years later, under the leadership and struggle of a group of materialists, we have re-established ourselves among the nations of the world.

The meaning of life is to make one's life better, the meaning of survival is to fight death more persistently, and the meaning of life is to continue all good things. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a Chinese again and continue the unfinished business of my predecessors.

This life is not in vain, and the next life is not in vain. ”

Miao Ye spent more than an hour writing this short 600 words, and he felt that this was a very advanced text version of the petition, and the power was about equal to half of the application for joining the party. Therefore, when I put down the pen, my heart is full of narcissism.

Looking at my watch, I was slightly startled, it was already 10:57.

I said in my heart that it was so dangerous that I almost overtimed.

I must thank God for saving face today, otherwise as soon as the bell rings, it will be absolutely impossible for the black-faced god who invigilated the exam to leave him half a second more time and dare to continue to write, maybe he will be disqualified from the competition directly on the spot.

Lin Miao breathed a sigh of relief, checked the name, school, exam number, and province and region to make sure that everything was correct, and sat up straight for the last few minutes. waited until the bell rang for the end of the competition, sat down until the test papers were put away, then rubbed his little hands, patted back, followed the crowd briskly, and walked out of the classroom unhurriedly.

A few dozen meters outside the house, a large group of leaders and teachers who were guarding outside immediately rushed up.

Liang Yanhong and Jiang Shengshan ran faster than Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing, rushed to Lin Miao, opened their mouths and asked, "Miao Miao, how is the writing?"

"Let's play normally. Lin Miao said cautiously, at this juncture, the didn't dare to blow it indiscriminately.

Otherwise, shouting that all the people present are scum, Lao Tzu does not win the first prize, who wins the first prize, maybe he will be sued again, saying that he manipulated the examination room and should be pulled out and shot for ten minutes.

Liang Yanhong and Jiang Shengshan knew Lin Miao, and when they heard Lin Miao say that they were playing normally, they both showed joy.

It's enough to play normally, and it's more than enough to crush the junior high school children.

Lin Miao gave the letter of approval, and slowly walked up to Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing, and greeted: "Let's go, eat KFC at noon, and go pick up my Lily first." ”

Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing nodded.

At this moment, a man suddenly rushed in from outside, shouting extremely sadly.

"It's over, it's over! The market is falling! The stock market is about to collapse!"

When the words fell, there was a panic in the courtyard, obviously there were not a few people speculating in stocks.

Huang Qingqing and Wang Bin were even more dumbfounded, and looked directly at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao frowned slightly, and his heart was also a little drumming, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, confirm the situation first." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, in the small schoolbag in Huang Qingqing's hand, the ringtone of the mobile phone came out.

Huang Qingqing looked at Lin Miao at a loss.

Lin Miao said calmly: "Answer the phone." ”