Chapter 158: I'm Dead, Write Me a Sacrifice
"I said that our dumplings are not enough to eat, and the feelings are all stolen by the principal, comb, you see, the principal is still chewing our dumplings at this time!"
The fat man looked at the headmaster and said to me resentfully.
This foodie, the principal's posture with such a story, let the fat man spoil it.
By the time the principal finished speaking about the Twelve Lang Wen, it was already getting late.
It's really not a thing I learned at all.
After the lecture, the principal sent us a large notebook.
The big book is printed with three words that we are all too familiar with:
Workbook.
It's just that this homework book is like a calligraphy book, which is full of typed Tian character grids, about a dozen pages thick.
We don't understand, won't we be asked to write silently?
The headmaster didn't explain the use of this big book, and asked us:
"I hope you answer me truthfully, do you understand the three classical Chinese texts I just spoke?"
"Understood!"
Actually, I really want to say, don't listen, I understand, you talked for a long time, I didn't listen to a word.
"Do you understand the content?"
"Understood."
"Most importantly, do you have a grasp of the meaning and usage of the key words that appear in the article?"
"Not a word."
"Okay, that's good!"
I don't know if Wen Jie really mastered it, or if he fooled the principal, just when we thought that the principal was going to announce the end of class, the principal took out four books as thick as the Xinhua dictionary and placed them on the table in front of him.
Four masterpieces!
Four masterpieces!
The headmaster has blinded us again!
Once again, we were shocked!
I polished my eyes, I was not mistaken, it is not Maoshan technique, it is the four famous works of "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin".
The fat man took the big book and exclaimed:
"You won't let us copy the four great books, will you? This book is a little too small, isn't it? ”
The principal said to us:
"I'm full, I'm full, I can't finish copying the four famous works in two months. This notebook is reserved for you to write today's homework. ”
Homework?
And homework?
I knew that it was impossible to send a homework book without homework.
But have you ever heard of any sect in the rivers and lakes, people who practice martial arts, and handwritten homework?
Jokes.
Big joke!
Could it be that we still have some practice questions to write back?
After a long time, the principal said slowly:
"Today's assignment is to write an essay."
It's okay, it's okay, it's not about doing questions, writing essays.
I was also relieved.
Writing essays has always been my forte.
The reason why I am good at Chinese is because I am good at writing.
I think back to the beginning, when I was in high school, we wrote essays every two weeks, and no matter what topic or genre, the essays I wrote would be recited in the classes taught by our Chinese teachers.
I'm a notoriously talented person, and writing essays is a piece of cake for me.
"What about the title?"
I can't wait to know the essay topic so I can think about it early.
The headmaster thought for a moment and took a sip of tea.
The essay topic of feelings is revealed.
The principal tasted it for a long time, and finally said:
"There is no limit to the topic of the essay, you can start it as you like, as for the content, if I die now, I suddenly die, how did I die, you can think for yourself, and then ask you to write me a memorial or eulogy, how will you write it? That's the content. ”
I'll go!
The three views are all ruined!
I was wrong.
I want to correct it.
The weirdest teacher in Maoshan College is not the folk scientist Liu Ke, not the hateful teacher Jiu Fengzhe, but our principal, the head of Maoshan Zhengdao.
If I had a sip of tea in my mouth, I wouldn't be able to resist squirting it.
Suppose you die, let the students write a memorial essay for themselves, the world, which teacher would come up with such a question, but looking at the expression of the principal, he is very satisfied with this topic.
I suspect that the headmaster is going to choose one of the memorial texts written by a few of us and prepare them for myself in advance.
The sacrificial text is the sacrificial text.,This should belong to the type of application text.,It's not hard for me.。
But then the principal's words instantly poured cold water on me:
"It's said to be an essay, but it's actually three, and it's also my most important request to you, to write this sacrificial text for me, you have to write three different versions, a classical Chinese version, a vernacular version, and a half-literary and half-white version."
We were all of a sudden.
What the hell is this!!
I know the classical Chinese, and I also know the vernacular, what is the situation of this half-literate and half-white?
But that wasn't the end of it, and the headmaster went on to make his request:
"I ask you, in the order in which I said, to write these three memorial texts, first write the classical Chinese, you can imitate the three articles we have learned today, the requirements are not high, as long as you can express your condolences to me, after writing the classical Chinese, you can write the vernacular text, this needless to say, so many years of study, the composition has been written countless times, this is not difficult for you. Finally, it's half-literate and half-white, see these four books in front of me, these four famous books, it's half-literate and half-white, I'll put the book here, I won't write, you just refer to these four books, and the key words in the three classical Chinese texts I taught you today, which are enough for you to use. ”
After we listened, we really had to hehehe!
Not to mention how to write these three versions of the sacrificial text, the key is, why write it?
Why write it!
Does this have anything to do with Maoshan technique, Maoshan Taoist, and Maoshan righteous path?
Okay, even if you suddenly have a crash one day, the sacrificial text shouldn't be written by us, this kind of thing should be Teacher Liu Ke's business.
I really wonder what we're doing every day.
It's a waste of time and a waste of youth.
Did we really go to a pheasant university?
I thought again of the poem I had been reading before I came:
Three-foot Longquan 10,000 books,
Heaven gave me what I was,
can't report the country to the world,
It's a big man.
I have the enthusiasm to slay demons and eliminate demons and maintain the order of the two worlds of yin and yang, but what we are learning now is all messy.
My yin and yang eyes have not been used until now.
Although, maybe, perhaps, the principal has his own arrangements, and Maoshan College also has its own set of curriculum systems, but we need an explanation.
We need a reason to convince us.
Do you want to question it?
Do you want our voice to be heard, the Principal?
A few of us, you look at me, I look at you, tacitly.
We're going to revolt!
We're going to rebel!
(End of chapter)