After Takahashi finished speaking, the three teachers talked for a long time on the topic of "destruction and reconstruction".

From another point of view, it can be regarded as a compensation for the two contestants.

When Chen Feng was sent back to the hotel by Sun Feng, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening.

In the room, Xu Yan sat on the ground with a decadent face, his back against the wall, scattered papers around him, he raised his head and glanced at Chen Feng, his eyes were a little sloppy.

"It's a little late to come back, is the question out?" Xu Yan asked.

"Well," Chen Feng replied, walked up to him, helped him up, gathered the papers together, folded them neatly on the table, and then continued: "Don't worry too much, after all, it's just a game." ”

"No," Xu Yan shook his head, showed a wry smile, and said, "You don't understand, I have my pride, not to mention, this competition is very important to me." ”

As he spoke, Xu Yan lay down on the desk again, leaning forward, and building his works with all his might.

Chen Feng watched, opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower alone.

The slightly hot hot water flowed down his neck from the top of his head, stimulating Chen Feng's whole body senses, which was an extremely refreshing experience, and at this time, it also stimulated the softness and strength in his heart the most.

Different from the online essay "I'm crazy about songs", as a entry in the Youth Literature Competition, Chen Feng must strive for perfection in order to reach the limit of what he can do in terms of concept, content, and literary style.

"Limit" is a very vague concept, and Chen Feng doesn't know where his "limit" is; He could only try to explore that feeling, recalling some things about the Old Summer Palace in his mind, praying for inspiration.

"There's only one theme I've come up with, and I'm glad to see how you write and express it."

This sentence is Takahashi's original words, which means that this time the proposition composition, in addition to the theme, has no restrictions on style, number of words, type, etc., which seems to be very atmospheric, but in fact, it is invisibly increasing the difficulty.

As a contestant, the more creative freedom he is given in the short amount of time, which means that he has more things to consider, and he will hesitate and hesitate before putting pen to paper, so that the time for creation will become more and more urgent.

It's like an endless loop, imprisoning the minds of the contestants.

It is difficult to develop a conventional way of writing in such a situation, and this is what Takahashi wants, what he wants is a really good article, a hint of the fragrance of the flower of inspiration when it blooms, and a landscape on the other side that ordinary people can't see from afar.

Takahashi deliberately chose a cruel and despicable method to inflict on the two best performers in the preliminary round.

The two of them.

A person wrote a few trivial and complicated stories in a wilderness town, seemingly ordinary, but he used the technique of wanting to say and stopping, hiding those profound truths, so that each story is no longer lonely, and snuggled up to each other, telling the sorrows of the people at the bottom, as well as their unyielding and tenacious efforts to move forward with laughter and anger after "sorrow".

The other person wrote a forbidden love, that word, that sentence, that person...... It's really like a cold and arrogant lotus flower, open in the deepest part of people's hearts, "Buddhism is in the heart, and the lotus flower will bloom", the heart-rending pain makes onlookers also have palpitations.

Takahashi was moved by their writings, so he gambled that these two contestants would be able to write amazing works in just one day.

For this reason, even if it is infamous, what is the punishment of the organizing committee?

"Bang la la......" The water kept flowing.

When Chen Feng wiped his body clean with a towel, white wrinkles appeared in many places.

He still found nothing, and sat at the computer desk in frustration.

He and Xu Yan each occupied a corner of the room, worried about the same thing, one holding a pen and paper in one hand, and the other stroking the keyboard, both of them were embarrassed and unwilling to move.

……

……

In another room, the contestant, who also received the topic of "destruction and reconstruction", also buried his head in a tangled face, pulling at his hair that was not too long.

This behavior was very inspiring, but probably because he was trying too hard, a handful of hairs were pulled off.

The sudden pain almost made him cry.

"The house leak happened to rain overnight? I don't cry that easily. He cursed, feeling annoyed.

However, in the midst of this boredom, when the residual pain was still gone, something indescribable flashed in his mind, and people almost didn't notice it.

He was stunned and remained motionless.

He did his best to capture the moment of lightning, and his instincts told him that it was important.

His mind was racing, wrestling, playing hide-and-seek with the inspiration of that moment...... He won!

That glimmer of inspiration was infinitely amplified in his mind, fused with what he saw and heard in the Old Summer Palace today, it was a long process, and even caused him to hallucinate, and there was a low sobbing sound in his ears.

This is, the crying Old Summer Palace.

Pan Yue's eyes were red and he wrote the name of the article.

He was immersed in his spiritual world, which was full of pathos.

He seemed to be standing in the Old Summer Palace, it was a bleak day, cold rain, not summer, and the autumn wind was blowing on his face like a knife.

Everything is grayish-white, with visible stones everywhere and broken marble columns.

"I always thought that the Old Summer Palace was crying, that the British and French troops were ravaging her body, destroying her bones, and that the sky-high fire was burning the self-esteem of a nation. The pain of more than 100 years is like the ruins and broken walls of the Western Building, and the wind and rain that have passed through a hundred years will always exist - standing in front of the ruins of the Great Water Law of the Western Building, I can't help but feel the pain of the Old Summer Palace, the humiliation and pain of a nation, and the pain of the skin. ”

Pan Yue wrote, the expression on his face changed from pathos to reverence, and then to anger.

“…… Along the vast lake, I walked and walked, and finally came to the ruins of the great water law - although I have seen the photos of this ruins from the pictures and the books of the teachings, but when I stood under the sky and faced the jade and white stones all over the place, I still felt the shock from the bottom of my heart! ”

The Old Summer Palace, once it was majestic and magnificent, and even the ruins were shocking, but it was an irreproducible past.

“…… A group of children in red scarves screamed and threw stones at each other; A group of boys and girls who appeared to be high school students were biting popsicles and singing loudly in front of the ruins of the Sea Banquet Hall......"

……

Pan Yue couldn't imagine that if the Old Summer Palace was rebuilt and became a new "Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens" for others to enjoy, he didn't care about any interests, what big projects, he only knew that the Old Summer Palace was not just a former "Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens", time made these three words become an imprint engraved on the historical monument, and the vigilance in the hearts of future generations.

"It's time to come to the Old Summer Palace, and the sky is going to be cloudy. A burst of sand and dust came to his face, and the raindrops the size of beans fell down, splitting his head and face. The laughing crowd rushed straight out. I was left alone, sitting quietly on the white stones, weeping and weeping in front of the ruins of the great water law, at the beautiful and dilapidated Roman stone pillars, with the sky, and with these broken walls. ”

After Pan Yue finished writing the last paragraph, he turned his face up, letting the "rain and dust" hit his face, and his body was as tall as sitting on a mountain.

It took him a long time to come to his senses, touch his dry cheeks, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

PS: The crying Old Summer Palace is a very good article in the Chinese textbook, if you are interested, you can Baidu yourself, and I personally feel that it is very suitable for such a situation, so don't care about the sense of disobedience or anything.

By the way, I've silently updated it until now, so let's give some support.