Smoothing out the thoughts in his heart, Qin Ge once again set his eyes on the test paper, he clearly knew that he still had a way to go if he wanted to return to the position of a scholar. The curriculum of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info high school is quite tight, and there are many things he doesn't know if he doesn't learn for a year, even if he has the talent to learn, it is impossible to figure out what knowledge, so he needs to learn from scratch because of the courses he fell behind because of self-abandonment. And now, this essay question has become the first problem he needs to solve.

He knew that when the teacher was about to walk back to the podium just now, he was attracted by his composition, and he also knew that his composition would not pass the office level.

Regardless of the quality of this poem, the meaning expressed in this poem alone does not match the title of this composition.

This is a picture essay with a photograph of a bird with fluorescent green feathers rushing into the water and a fish swimming to the surface. The person who took this photo grasped the angle and timing very well, although it was a black and white photo, he could clearly see the human eyes of fish and birds, and Qin Ge seemed to read two words from their eyes - longing.

Written below the picture are the requirements for the essay: Look closely at the picture above, what do you feel and understand? Please write an argumentative essay or narrative essay of no less than 800 words based on the picture, and the main part of the poem should not be less than 16 lines.

Requirements: (1) Must meet the stylistic requirements; (2) The angle is self-selected, the intention is self-determined, and the title is self-proposed; (3) No plagiarism, no copying.

After Qin Ge read the title carefully, he almost didn't need to think about it, a modern poem unconsciously popped out of his mind, that is, "The Farthest Distance in the World", which is controversial in copyright ownership but does not prevent it from becoming one of the most beautiful poems in the world.

This modern poem has been widely circulated and influential on the Internet, and has been regarded as a classic by countless people. And this poem just happened to fit the question of this composition, so Qin Ge made up his mind to write this poem.

"Jingle Bell ......"

But just as Qin Ge was about to start with the pen, the bell rang after class.

"Okay, that's all for today's class, and we'll continue to analyze the rest of the essay questions tomorrow. Everyone hurried to the corridor to line up to do radio exercises, Qin Ge, bring your test papers to my office. After Zhang Yan finished speaking, she picked up the textbooks on the lectern and walked out, and the students quickly gathered in the corridor.

Qin Ge stood in the classroom a little depressed, looking at the song "Oath into Sand" that recorded his little secret in the composition grid and pouted, he didn't want to show this thing to the teacher.

"Forget it, don't bring it." In the end, Qin Ge made a bold decision.

Following the memory in his head, he came to the door of the Chinese teaching and research room of the sophomore group, Qin Ge actually reflexively knocked on the door and shouted: "Report!" ”

"Come in!" A teacher's voice came from the office.

Hearing this, Qin Ge walked in, his eyes swept the entire office, and then walked towards Zhang Yan's seat in the corner.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm here." Qin Ge said softly.

His voice was not loud, but it was as if a stone had fallen into the calm lake, and the teachers, who had been buried in their own business, raised their heads curiously. Although they hadn't heard this voice for nearly a year, they still felt familiar with the moment Qin Ge's voice came out.

This student was so impressed with them, first bringing them countless surprises, and then bringing them infinite disappointment and regret. They were all a little curious to know what Qin Ge's reason for coming to the office today was, so they all stopped what they were doing and wanted to see what would happen next.

"Where's your test paper?" Zhang Yan looked at Qin Ge who was empty-handed, and asked with a slight frown.

"That...... Teacher Zhang is embarrassed, my saliva wet the test paper when I slept in class, and I was embarrassed to bring it over. Qin Ge, who lied for the first time, turned slightly red and looked a little cramped.

"Forehead...... Zhang Yan was a little surprised by this answer.

"Huh"

In the office, the chuckle of the teachers could be heard.

They shook their heads slightly, their faces a little funny, a little helpless, and more regretful.

"Okay, forget it, do you know why I called you over today?" Zhang Yan asked.

"I know, I still disrupt the order of the class when I sleep in class, but Mr. Zhang, I promise that there will never be a next time." Qin Ge looked like he would change his mistakes when he knew them, took the initiative to admit his mistakes, and promised never to make them again.

When Zhang Yan heard this, she seemed to want to say something, but she didn't know how to speak. For this student, she had already said a lot when she took over as his homeroom teacher, and the school leaders also talked to Qin Ge many times, but it was still useless.

Besides, the purpose of her calling Qin Ge today was not to teach him a lesson, so she said, "It's good that you know, you can't do this next time." By the way, I just saw that you wrote an essay, it seems to be a modern poem, what, are you interested in this essay question? I haven't written it for a year, but this time it's unprecedented? Why don't you write it out and show us now? ”

"yes, write it out and let's see."

"Yo, Xiao Qin has a new work, I thought you sealed the pen, since you wrote it, I'll release it for everyone to see."

"Don't say it, I've seen you write a lot of excellent essays before, but I haven't seen you write this poem, write it and see." ……

There were slightly joking voices from the teachers in the office, but they were really curious, and they were looking forward to what kind of things Qin Ge could write. Although Qin Ge's personality suddenly seemed to have changed drastically, and his grades plummeted, a person's talent would not be said to be absent.

"Teachers, I wrote it blindly." Qin Ge hurriedly explained.

"You can write it, there are so many teachers in the teaching and research department, if you write any shortcomings, the teachers can help you point it out." Zhang Yan opened her mouth and said, obviously, she was determined to let Qin Ge write the poem just now.

"So, can I write whatever I write?" Qin Ge asked with some apprehension, this guy is really completely integrated into this body, and even his style has become like a real high school student.

"Yes." Zhang Yan, although she was a little puzzled why Qin Ge asked like this, still readily agreed.

"That'...... All right. Qin Ge knew that this was the real purpose of Zhang Yan calling him over, that is, to let him write, if he didn't write today, he wouldn't be able to leave this office.

"Here, pen and paper." When Zhang Yan heard this, she casually pushed the paper and pen on her table in front of Qin Ge, and pulled out a plastic stool from under the table to signal Qin Ge to sit down and write.

Looking at Zhang Yan's actions, Qin Ge was even more sure of his guess, it was really premeditated.

When the other teachers heard Qin Ge agree to write poems, their curiosity was really mobilized to the extreme, although the student in front of them was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but the composition of this student a year ago gave them too many surprises. And this time, will this student continue to give them the surprise they have been waiting for?

The teacher of good deeds couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and walked behind Qin Ge one after another, wanting to witness what Qin Ge wrote for the first time.

Qin Ge sat on the plastic stool by himself as if he hadn't noticed this group of teachers, closing his eyes, as if he was brewing emotions.

After a moment, Qin Ge opened his eyes, picked up the pen on the paper, and wrote the title "The Farthest Distance in the World" on the second line of the composition grid.

"Hey, this topic, yes, the sky, water, birds, and fish can never intersect, and it is indeed the farthest distance in the world." When I saw this topic, a teacher commented softly.

"yes, a good theme." Someone whispered, they are all Chinese teachers in the sophomore group of high school, they have studied the composition questions of the monthly exam, and they naturally take into account the topic of distance, so when they saw Qin Ge's title, they all felt that their eyes were bright, and their expectations for the whole poem naturally rose to a higher level.

Qin Ge didn't seem to care about the teachers' comments on the surface, but he laughed proudly in his heart: classics, they are classics, with the pictures on the essay questions, this topic alone can make teachers with many years of teaching experience think about it.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Ge then wrote the text of the poem:

The farthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death

but I stand before you

You don't know I love you

The farthest distance in the world

It's not me standing in front of you

You don't know I love you

It's love to obsession

But you can't say I love you

……

The farthest distance in the world

It is the distance between the bird and the fish

One soars through the sky

One dives deep to the bottom of the sea

In a moment, "The World's Farthest Distance", which was hailed as the most beautiful poem in the world in the previous life, jumped on the page.

Qin Ge did it in one go, without the slightest pause in his writing, the feeling that although it was not his own poem, but now it has become his own poem, made him feel a little guilty and a little enjoyable.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Yan with some apprehension, but found that Zhang Yan was staring at the poem on the table as if he was lost.

When he turned his head, he found that all the teachers seemed to be stupid, and they all looked at the song "The Farthest Distance in the World" on the table in a daze!

In the teaching and research room, no one spoke for a few minutes!

Quiet! It's quiet! It's so quiet! The faint sound of the air conditioner is now the loudest sound here.

Qin Ge looked at the teachers, a little stunned, but not surprised.

This poem, even people who don't understand poetry know that it is well written, let alone these people who have been dealing with words all year round.

They were simply shocked by Qin Ge's "The Farthest Distance in the World".

Seeing the appearance of the teachers, the little worries that Qin Ge originally had in his heart were all gone. He was originally worried that although there were not many works in this world in his memory, he was still not at ease, but now seeing the expressions of the teachers, he could finally be sure that this world really did not have those excellent literary and artistic works in his previous life.

That is, he is destined to shine in this world.

"Teachers, I've written it, you can see how it goes." Qin Ge suppressed the excitement in his heart and said softly.

"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhang." Seeing that everyone didn't seem to have the intention of waking up, Qin Ge shouted Zhang Yan twice.

"Ah...... Oh, you...... You poem...... I don't even know what to say, but you really wrote this poem? Zhang Yan was called by Qin Ge like this, and then came back to his senses and asked in disbelief. She only felt that her head was still dizzy now, which was completely shocked by the poem written by Qin Ge.

"That's right! Did you really write this poem? ”

"A work of genius, a work of genius!"

"This poem is really beautiful, this artistic conception ...... I haven't had such a beautiful poem in the last 50 years, right? ”

The teachers also woke up from the artistic conception of this poem one after another.

"Well, I wrote it." Qin Ge replied.

Silent! There was silence again.

Although everyone knew the answer, when Qin Ge said the answer himself, the teachers still swallowed uncontrollably.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell......" The bell rang for class, but the teachers of the entire teaching and research department were still standing quietly in the same place.

"Teacher, class is over, can I go back first?" Qin Ge knew that this poem had been digested by these teachers for a long time, and it seemed that he couldn't come back to his senses for the time being. He didn't want to stay here any longer, otherwise he would have to keep questioning the teachers when they came to their senses.

"Ah...... Oh, it's class, here you go. Zhang Yan looked at Qin Ge in a daze and said.

"The farthest distance in the world is the distance between birds and fish, one soars in the sky, the other dives deep into the bottom of the sea, alas, it is indeed the farthest distance in the world!"

"Yes, love is hard to open in the heart, pain is speechless, thoughts are drunk and dreams are dead, don't be reluctant to give up, this poem is really well written."

"Is there really the farthest distance in the world? Part of it is, and some of it is set up in people's hearts, but in fact, more often than not, they can't help themselves, but they have to do it! ”

The other teachers are now immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, all savoring the meaning conveyed by this poem, and they don't care about Qin Ge's stay at all.

Qin Ge was naturally happy and quietly slipped out of the office.

The teachers in the department were immersed in this poem, and it took half an hour before they came back to their senses.

"Hey, how did this kid grow in his brain, he could write such love poems at such a young age?" A young female teacher spoke.

"Yes, no wonder that kid just asked Zhang Yan if he could write anything, it turned out that he was afraid that we would talk about him." A teacher recalled Qin Ge's expression just now.

Zhang Yan frowned slightly.

"No, this poem is not just a love poem." Fang Changqing, the head of the teaching and research group, said.

"Oh, what does the team leader think?" When the teachers heard this, they all turned to Fang Changqing.

Fang Changqing's ability to be the head of the teaching and research team naturally has its own merits, coupled with the accumulation of reading over the years, the direction of looking at the problem is also more comprehensive. Seeing that the teachers were looking at him, he said: "There is a distance in the world that is farther than life and death, not in time across the ancient and modern, nor in space to include the universe, but the most insurmountable distance, the distance between hearts and minds.

Life and death are a distance that can never be fused, and being close at hand but like strangers is the distance between the heart of unrequited love and the loved one. It is a pity for eternity to love each other but not get along, and for lovers to not be married. The distance between lovers, who are clearly in love but pretend not to take it to heart, is contradictory and painful, and the distance from the true heart. But what could be further than that? ”

Fang Changqing looked up at the teachers and asked.

"Yes......"

Before the teachers could answer, he continued: "It is the indifference of the heart, the contempt for love, the resolute digging of an insurmountable ditch in the face of those who love him, and the rejection of love far away from the farthest distance in the world." Distance can produce beauty, but such a worldly distance is painful. This poem is based on love, and the sensitive words reveal painful and helpless emotions between the lines, which cannot but make people feel that this is a poem written by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. ”

What is even more commendable is that the poem is short and neat, and the whole poem is composed of four groups of "not...... Rather, it is composed of ......", which adopts a contrasting approach, and goes deep layer by layer, bringing the reader to the farthest distance of that pain, and infecting each reader with the author's feelings. When I read it to the end, it dawned on me that the farthest distance in the world is actually the distance between hearts and minds, and I am afraid that my eyes have long been blurred with tears. ”

Fang Changqing said and looked up at the teachers again, and sure enough, he found that many female teachers had red eyes.

"The group leader has been taught."

"Yes, people, why don't you let go of the indifference of your heart, shorten the distance between your heart, and feel the love given by others? It is a sorrow that heart to heart has become the farthest distance in the world! ”

"Sadly, this society is increasingly pervasive with this kind of sadness."

The teachers discussed as they walked back to their seats, and then silently wrote the song "The Farthest Distance in the World" in their notebooks.

So far, Qin Ge's performance has completely conquered all the teachers in the teaching and research department of the sophomore group!

"Isn't that right?" Zhang Yan took the paper on the table, looked at the poems on the paper, and said with some doubts.

"What's wrong?" The teachers turned their heads and asked.

"The reason why I called this kid here is because I saw him write poetry in class, but it doesn't seem like he wrote this poem? It seems to be called something into the sand, and the poem doesn't seem to have this long. Only then did Zhang Yan recall the scene on the Qin Ge test paper he saw in the classroom, and it seemed that it was really not this one.

"You mean to say that he just wrote the song 'The Furthest Distance in the World'?" The Chinese teachers in the department all looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Yes, that's right." Zhang Yan also looks out of her body.

"This, sure enough...... There are talents in the country! An elderly male teacher sighed.

"This kid is amazing! I suddenly realized that I have lived in vain for more than 20 years, and I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it, if I can write such a poem in my life, it will be worth dying. A male teacher in his twenties said.

"Don't say it, I've lived for nothing for more than 30 years."

"More than fifty years ......," Fang Changqing's voice sounded faintly.

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