Liu Guang is a special Chinese teacher in a provincial key high school, and is also one of the teachers who were selected as the marking group this time, although the semi-finals are only the top ten in each city to participate, but there are more than 200 people in a province, therefore, as a marking teacher is also very busy, and this is an exam held in the province and selected to participate in the final of the National Youth Literary Creation Competition.

Because the leadership attaches great importance to this time, there are ten people in the marking team this time, all of whom are Chinese special teachers from provincial key high schools.

However, as a responsible teacher, Liu Guang is still very serious about grading, after all, this exam is too important for students, the college entrance examination not only has considerable extra points, if you get a good ranking, a good university will definitely give priority to admission, not to mention the opportunity to send to Yenching University.

After reading a few more articles, Liu Guang took off his eyes and rubbed his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart, because it was cross-marking, so there were still a few marking teachers in Liu Guang's office, seeing Liu Guang's tired look, a male teacher next to Liu Guang who was about the same age as Liu Guang smiled:

"Teacher Liu, if you're tired, just rest for a while. ”

"Alas, it's not that I'm tired, but that there are no eye-catching articles in the test papers of this batch of candidates I read, although they are all top liberal arts students, maybe any one of them is a good article in an ordinary class, but it is very inconspicuous in the exam papers full of top students. Liu Guang smiled wryly.

"Yes, I have also read the papers in previous years, and I obviously feel that the top liberal arts students in this province are a little poor, not only do I hope that other provinces are not like us, otherwise this year's cultural exchange seminar will be a bit hanging. At this time, another male teacher next to him was a little worried.

Hearing this, Liu Guang smiled bitterly: "This is not to blame the empire, for the hegemony of the empire, the previous emperors and the cabinet, all focused on the development of science and technology and the military, and invested less in culture, unlike Annan and Goryeo, who have been concentrating on learning the culture of the empire These Confucian classics are compulsory courses for domestic university students, but despite this, a large number of international students are sent to study in China every year, and as far as I know, most of these international students become teachers after returning to China. ”

"I know, but after losing two seminars in a row, my face is gloomy!" the middle-aged male teacher shook his head.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, you have to believe our students, continue to read the papers, and see the students' masterpieces!" Liu Guang smiled.

"Well, trust our students, haha. ”

Liu Guang continued to read the papers, read a few articles in a row, the more he read it, the more disappointed he became, eight of the ten articles were about father's love and mother's love, there was nothing new, and the remaining two articles were better, writing about friendship, and even writing about love!

"When high school students write about love, are they really the ones who like to watch romance dramas?" a marking teacher shouted.

Hearing the voices of these marking teachers shaking their heads and sighing, Liu Guang felt even more depressed.

"Could it be that the current top liberal arts students are at this level?"

Just as Liu Guang stood up and was about to stop and rest for a while, a test paper attracted Liu Guang's attention, to be precise, the question attracted Liu Guang's attention, and finally there was a question without the word love!

The Last Leaf

"Actually wrote the leaves, do you plan to reflect the meaning of the topic from the leaves? This is a bit difficult, although I don't like the question of the question group this time, but I won't give points if I really want to digress, I hope I won't be disappointed. ”

Thinking of this, Liu Guang sat down again and began to read this composition.

"In a neighborhood to the west of the Forbidden City Square, the streets are divided into small alleys called 'alleys', marked with very old ivy, tangled roots that have withered and clinged to the walls. The cold autumn wind had blown almost all the leaves off the vines, leaving only a few barely bare vine branches clinging to the loose and broken brick wall. ”

After only reading the first paragraph, Liu Guang realized that this was not an essay, but a novel, a short story!

Liu Guang became even more interested in his heart, and thought: "This candidate seems to be quite confident, and he actually dares to write a novel in this kind of competition." ”

Liu Guang continued to watch.

"It was in May. In November, an uninvited guest, who was cold, invisible to the naked eye, whom the doctor called "pneumonia," crept around the art district, touching and touching here and there with his cold fingers. On the east side of the square, this bad guy walked blatantly, and every time he broke into trouble, there were always dozens of victims. However, in this intricate, narrow and mossy "alley", his pace slowed down. ”

Seeing this, Liu Guang understood that the theme was probably shown in "pneumonia", love for patients?

If it was just like this, Liu Guang was a little disappointed, although this student had done a better job than most people in the interpretation of the topic, and this perspective was much more innovative than maternal love and father's love.

But if it's really as you think, that's all, as long as the back is written better, you can also give a high score, but it won't be very high.

"Twelve," she said, and after a while, "eleven," followed by "ten," "nine," and then "eight" and "seven," which are almost together.

"You don't have to buy any more wine. Joan said, still staring out the window, "another piece dropped." No, I don't want to drink soup. There are only four left. I hope to see the last vine leaves float down before it gets dark. That's when I should have gone too. ”

"Tell me as soon as you're done. Joan closed her eyes and said, her face pale, lying quietly, like a fallen statue, "for I want to see the last vine leaf fall." I'm getting impatient. I'm getting impatient. I want to get rid of everything, like a poor, tired vine leaf, floating down and down. ”

Seeing this, Liu Guang unconsciously appeared in front of his eyes a young girl who was tormented by illness and was about to die, with the withering of ever-blooming ivy leaves, while counting and starting the countdown of his life, the feeling of seeing his life pass was helpless and pitiful, which left an extremely deep impression on Liu Guang.

This character is portrayed so profoundly, the pen is also old and spicy, and the beginning is perfect, it depends on the structure of the text behind it, as well as the development of the plot, but even if the back is not so exciting, the number of words alone is enough to give yourself a very high score.

However, Liu Guang still has some expectations, although he thinks that the other party is just a high school student, but he still has that expectation, just like a sculptor can't bear to have flaws in his work, whether the work is his own or someone else's.

Just as Liu Guang was reading "The Last Leaf", an old man in his sixties walked in from the door of the office of the marking team, if Ye Chen was here, he would definitely be surprised, because this old man was none other than Han Lao, who had discussed the Three Kingdoms with Ye Chen in the library that day!

As soon as Han Lao entered the office, he immediately attracted the attention of other marking teachers, except for Liu Guang.

"Old Han, why are you here today!" One of the female teachers saw Old Han, quickly put down the test paper in her hand, stood up and said excitedly.

"Hehe, I'm idle and bored, I just happen to know that you are here to read the papers, so I'll take a look and see how much ability the younger generation of our empire has. Han Lao was very easy-going, smiling like an ordinary old man.

"Old Han, you're here. ”

"Han Lao is good!"

Seeing that the other marking teachers all stood up to welcome him, Han Lao was a little helpless, he didn't come here to disturb them to read the papers, Han Lao saw that everyone was still looking at him, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I didn't come this time to disturb your work! ”

The other marking teachers agreed to sit down, but they were a little embarrassed by what Han Lao said, but no one dared to answer.

Han Lao frowned and said, "What, isn't it convenient?"

At this time, one of the marking teachers stood up and said helplessly: "Old Han, it's not that it's inconvenient, but we haven't seen that kind of very experienced article so far, and we are just discussing whether we are too strict in grading, whether to lower the marking standard." ”

When Han Lao heard this, he immediately spoke: "Then how can it be done, the marking standards cannot be relaxed, and only by making students aware of their shortcomings can they make progress." ”

Seeing that the teacher was a little embarrassed, Han Lao asked, "Is this year's student really so bad?"

At this time, the female teacher said: "Old Han, we are not sure, after all, it is only halfway through the marking now, and there may be some good seedlings behind." ”

Han Lao nodded, and he also understood in his heart that the students of this year must be a little poor, and more than half of the students who have been graded have already been able to represent this year's students.

"What are these students of the Empire doing right now? The Empire is paying more and more attention to education, but it is getting worse and worse. Han Lao thought a little angrily.

Suddenly, Han Lao noticed that there was a marking teacher in the corner who had not opened his mouth all the time and had been holding a test paper in his hand, and Han Lao walked over with some curiosity.

Liu Guang didn't pay attention to what happened to Han Lao from the time he came in to the present, and Liu Guang at this time was already attracted by this short story and read it silently.

"A mind ready to embark on the mysterious and distant path of death is the loneliest and saddest in the world. ”

In a word, it seems simple, but it is full of profound philosophy, it is the experience of life, it is also the reproduction of life, and it is the sublimation of life.

"I have something to tell you, little thing. "The old painter died in the hospital," she said. He had pneumonia and was only sick for two days. The morning before, the janitor found him convulsive in his room downstairs. His shoes and clothes were soaked, cold and cold. They couldn't imagine where he had gone on that miserable night. Then they found a lantern still burning, a handful that had been moved from where it had been, a few scattered brushes, a palette with green and yellow paint on it, and finally—look out the window, my dear, and look at the last leaf on the wall. Don't you wonder why it doesn't move in the wind? Ah, my dear, it's the old painter's masterpiece that he painted on the wall that night when the last leaf fell. ”

The novel has come to an end here, and after Liu Guang finished reading it, he sat in his seat in a daze, even forgetting to score, still immersed in the shock brought to him by this article!