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The New Concept Essay Contest itself advocates "new thinking", "new expression" and "true experience".

In that case, how can you show that the New Concept Essay Contest is different?

Therefore, Qin Ge felt that the invigilator must have his deep meaning in doing this, and he had already determined that the topic of the semi-final was this hourglass.

But what is the real purpose of the invigilator's hourglass?

Observation Composition? Writing?

Qin Ge thinks it's unlikely, of course, you can also write like this, because this is a new concept essay contest. But Qin Ge felt that if he really just observed the composition, it was a bit inconsistent with the value of this competition, in the words of his previous life, the score was not high enough, and the topic of the semi-final would not be so simple.

But what do you have to write if you don't write an observational essay?

Qin Ge looked at the hourglass on the podium, looked at the fine sand that slipped a little bit and fell into deep thought: The hourglass, its own purpose is to keep time, timekeeping? Why keep track of time, because time is ticking......

That's right! Hourglass, time, time is ticking!

So we have to cherish time!

Qin Ge understood, the theme of this essay is to write time, or to cherish the time that is passing, yes, it must be so!

Thinking about this, Qin Ge also determined the direction of his writing, but how to write next is a problem.

If you write directly about cherishing time, you can't write anything new if you repeatedly emphasize cherishing time, many people will definitely be able to think of this, Qin Ge doesn't want to write such an article.

But how do you write it without being vulgar and achieving your goal?

Qin Ge was thinking about some excellent articles about time in his previous life in his heart, and suddenly, an article popped out of his head, that is, Zhu Ziqing's essay "Hurry".

The prose of "Hurry" is exquisitely structured, the layers are clear, the inheritance is natural, and the words are delicate and timeless, simple and concise; The artistic conception and scene are blended, whether it is writing swallows, willows, peach blossoms, or writing about the sun, in fact, it is related to "Why are our days gone?" The exclamation is integrated, revealing the author's helplessness and regret for the passage of time, which is really worthy of being a classic of a generation of prose masters.

In fact, there is no need to explain so much, just the fact that this article was selected as the second lesson of the second semester of the sixth grade of the people's education version and the 19th lesson of the first semester of the sixth grade of the Hubei education version of the sixth grade is enough to show how good it is.

Thinking of this, Qin Ge couldn't help but feel a little excited, if he wrote this article, would it also be selected into the textbook?

Not to mention, it's really very likely, there is no such thing in this world, and this article is really excellent, and the chance of being selected into the textbook is really big, very big.

The more Qin Ge thought about it, the more excited he became, thinking, if it was really selected as a textbook, wouldn't it be possible for all people in the country to be unique to this article? In other words, what you write is very likely to be read by 1.3 billion people!

It's scary to think about.

Qin Ge couldn't help but swallow his saliva, tried his best to calm down his excited mood, and then prepared to start writing.

But when he lifted the pen, he was a little confused, this, he didn't have paper!

The organizer stipulates that the competition paper is provided by the competition, and you can't bring it, and it seems that the teacher forgot it.

So, Qin Ge raised his hand and prepared to ask the invigilator for the answer sheet.

Zhao Zhirong was sitting on a stool, thinking about whether his performance just now was good enough. Well, whether it is from the action, demeanor, or my own conditions, I have just achieved the ultimate, and my performance really can't jump out of a flaw. He is worthy of being a professor of the Department of Chinese at Jiaotong University.

But when he was self-absorbed and indulged in his acting skills, he saw a student raise his hand, so he asked impatiently: "Which classmate, what is the matter with your raised hand?" ”

"Teacher, no paper!" Qin Ge stood up and spoke.

"What? No paper? You don't ...... to participate in the contest Oh, oh, I'm going to send it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Zhao Zhirong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had just patronized the unfathomable attire and forgot to hand out the competition paper.

Qin Ge nodded politely, and then sat down.

"Come, the students in the first row, pass the composition paper to the back, one for each person, write first, and then raise your hand if it is not enough." Zhao Zhirong took out a stack of answer sheets from the bag on the podium, handed them to the students sitting at the first table, and told them to pass them back.

Qin Ge took advantage of the time to pass the paper to observe the other people in the same examination room, and found that most of them were still frowning, obviously still unable to understand what the invigilator had just done meant.

The paper quickly reached Qin Ge, Qin Ge took the paper, left one for himself, and then passed it sideways to Wang Tingting in the back.

"Come on!" Wang Tingting took the paper in the Qin singer and whispered.

Qin Ge smiled and nodded, signaling to cheer together. From Wang Tingting's expression, Qin Ge understood that he should have already figured out the requirements of this essay, and he was very happy for her, and at the same time, he admired this Wang Tingting, since he had ideas so quickly.

Qin Ge turned around and sat down, then picked up the pen specially prepared for them by the school, and wrote the title in the middle of the second line on the composition paper. Then one more line is cleared, and two spaces are left in the third line to start writing the text.

This is his habit, and he liked it when he wrote in his previous life, and it would look more refreshing.

The swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone? -- Someone stole them: Who is that? Where is it hidden? They fled on their own: where are they now?

……

But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone?

The full text of "Hurry" is only a little more than 600 words, and Qin Ge only took less than fifteen minutes to write it all, and this was done under the condition that he deliberately wrote the words beautifully, although his words were already very good.

He basically didn't change this article, but he changed the sentence "More than 8,000 days have slipped out of my hands" to "More than 6,000 days have slipped out of my hands", so as to fit his current age.

At this point, the time was only twelve twenty o'clock, Qin Ge looked up, and found that many students were still thinking about the invigilator's intentions and had not started writing.

However, Qin Ge didn't plan to continue to accompany them, because there was no rule in the competition that said that he couldn't hand in the papers in advance, so he raised his hand to signal to the invigilator, ready to hand in the papers, and then left.

Zhao Zhirong was a little puzzled, why was it this student again, he just wanted to ask Qin Ge what was the matter. At this moment, a student who participated in the competition in front of Qin Ge also raised his hand, and Qin Ge had no choice but to sit down first, smiling and motioning to the teacher to let the person speak first.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Zhirong asked the student.

"Teacher, what is the topic this time? Could it be the hourglass? The student pointed to the hourglass on the podium and asked with some uncertainty, and it had become his habit to ask the teacher if he didn't understand the question.

As soon as his words fell, almost all the students were like him, staring at Zhao Zhirong curiously. Because what this student asked was exactly what they wanted to ask, although some of them had already thought of Zhao Zhirong's purpose for doing that like Qin Ge, they still wanted to confirm whether their inner thoughts were correct.

"The subject? Can I ask you a question? Zhao Zhirong didn't answer but asked rhetorically.

"Teacher, you ask." The student was polite.

So there is the following dialogue.

Zhao Zhirong: "What is our competition called?" ”

Student: "New Concept Essay Contest." ”

Zhao Zhirong: "Do you know what the concept we advocate is? ”

Student: "'New thinking' - creative and divergent thinking, breaking the shackles of old concepts and norms, breaking rigidity and conservatism, and advocating unrestrainedness. ”

"'New expression' -- not limited by subject matter and genre, using one's own language full of individuality, opposing clichés, opposing the same face and all words."

"'True experience' - real, real, sincere, sincere attention, feeling, and experience of life."

Zhao Zhirong: "Okay, do you have anything else to ask?" ”

“…… Teacher, I ask what is the essay question this time? The student who asked the question was stunned, and was a little confused by Zhao Zhirong.

Zhao Zhirong smiled and said, "Haven't you already answered?" Aren't you pretty good at memorizing 'new thinking', 'new expression', and 'real experience'? You may be seated. ”

Ask a student: "......"

"Okay, classmate, do you have anything to do with him?" The student who asked the question sat down in a daze, and Zhao Zhirong asked Qin Ge again.

"Teacher, can you hand in the paper?" Qin Ge stood up and asked.

"Huh?"

The students in the entire examination room turned their eyes to Qin Ge, this person wants to hand in the papers? Is it really written or do you want to sensationalize and attract everyone's attention?

"Don't make a fuss." Wang Tingting poked Qin Ge with a pen and reminded in a low voice.

Qin Ge pretended not to feel it, the examination room was not allowed to talk to each other, he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Ahh Submit papers? Zhao Zhirong was also very surprised.

"Well, teacher, I've written it." Qin Ge picked up his composition paper, faced Zhao Zhirong with the one who had already written, and signaled to him that he had already written.

"Oh, I'll see." Zhao Zhirong walked off the podium quickly and came to Qin Ge, he was a little incredible, this is too fast, right?

This! It's really written!

Zhao Zhirong took the test paper from Qin Singer and took a cursory look at it, and found that Qin Ge had really finished writing. And the speed is so fast that it has not affected the beauty of the font, and the whole answer sheet is clean and tidy.

And Qin Ge's writing is elegant, free and energetic, giving people a sense of lightness and vitality, which makes people feel very comfortable when they read it.

Regardless of the content, at least this word is pleasing to the eye, Zhao Zhirong thought in his heart. Looking at the ink that hadn't completely dried yet, he also ruled out the possibility of Qin Ge cheating, this was really what he wrote!

Well, "Hurry"?

Zhao Zhirong moved his gaze to the top of the composition, and was immediately attracted when he saw Qin Ge's title, time was indeed passing in a hurry, and it seemed that this student had already guessed his intentions.

Then he looked down: the swallow had gone, and there was a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone? -- Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They fled on their own: where are they now?

I was a little shocked when I saw the first paragraph of Zhao Zhirong, and the strong sense of the picture made his emotions infected, as if he saw the glory and withering of nature and the traces of time flying. Swallows come and go, willows wither and green, peach blossoms bloom and bloom, this is a natural scene that people are accustomed to. However, the sentence pattern depicted by comparison is in stark contrast to the latter sentence that the days are gone, which makes people can't help but think deeply, and he is naturally no exception.

He was about to continue exploring, but Qin Ge said, "Teacher, is it okay?" ”

"Huh? Oh yes, you're good to go. Zhao Zhirong came back to his senses and said to Qin Ge.

"Thank you, teacher." Qin Ge said, packed up his pen and prepared to walk out of the classroom.

"Hey, wait, you haven't written your serial number and name yet." Zhao Zhirong glanced at Qin Ge's composition paper again, and found that Qin Ge had not yet written his serial number and name.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Qin Ge smiled apologetically, ready to take the composition paper from Zhao Zhirong's hand and write his name.

Zhao Zhirong saw Qin Ge stretching out his hand, and hurriedly reflexively withdrew his hand, letting Qin Ge catch it, because he liked this article too much, even if he only read the first paragraph. And he hadn't seen it yet, so he wouldn't allow the paper to leave his hand.

Qin Ge stood in place a little embarrassed, his hand was withdrawn rather than stretched out.

Zhao Zhirong looked at Qin Ge's movements, and only then did he react.

But he didn't plan to hand over the composition paper, but said: "It's okay, you go out, I'll write it for you, and remember to come to the finals the day after tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he took out a black fountain pen that had already fallen from his chest pocket, put Qin Ge's composition paper on the table, and respectfully wrote Qin Ge's name and serial number word by word in front of the information on Qin Ge's seat.

Of course, the respect here is not for Qin Ge, but for Qin Ge's "Hurry".

Qin Ge didn't say anything more when he heard this, turned around and walked towards the door of the classroom.

The students in the entire classroom looked at Qin Ge's back and opened their mouths wide, enough to stuff a big duck egg: This person is too good, right? Listening to the invigilator just now, does it mean that you have already entered the finals?

For a while, everyone was a little curious about Qin Ge's article, what kind of shocking and good article did this person write to make the invigilator announce that he had entered the finals at a glance. You know, whether or not to make it to the finals is not a decision that a teacher can make!

But if he can say that, he is already very sure that this person will be able to enter the finals with this article.

However, shock is shock, my own article still has to be written, others are very powerful, and I am not necessarily bad.

I'm going to make it to the finals too! This is the voice of many people, and it is also the voice of Wang Tingting.

She looked at Qin Ge's composition paper in the invigilator's hand, and then looked at the direction in which Qin Ge left, and thought silently in her heart: Look, okay, I will definitely be able to enter the finals.