Chapter Seventy-Three: Gratitude

As soon as I entered the examination room, I felt like I was being targeted by a group of people before I made any moves.

"Huh?" Looking at the gathered gazes, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "This, what's the situation?" Is there anything on my face? Not at all! ”

"Poof~" Seeing my touching of my face, a little fat man sitting at the door couldn't help laughing: "They are looking at the new competitors, those who can participate in this competition are the best in the school, and everyone is staring at the first place in this competition!" ”

"Oh, I said how do you look like you see the "enemy"! I patted my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there is only one person in the first place, and the person who can stand out among so many people is the real "pride of the sky"! The little fat man sighed.

"Why, don't you have faith?" I looked at the little fat man with a yearning look on his face and couldn't help but laugh.

"Then you have to have that strength, I'm here this time to hone it, I don't have that much ambition!" The little fat man said helplessly.

"Uh, well, good luck!" I smiled and shook my head, then randomly found an empty seat and sat down.

I took a deep breath, pressed a little excited, and then looked at my nose and nose, and tried to calm myself.

When I close my eyes, I think of a fishing boat floating in the calm sea, and seagulls flying comfortably in the blue sky.

Everything is so peaceful, so peaceful......

There was a "crunch" sound, and a middle-aged man with glasses pushed open the door and walked in with a stack of "manuscript paper".

"Students, since you can come here to participate in the competition, it means that you have a certain strength.

Here, let me say a few more words, you must be calm during the exam, a calm and calm brain can play the best strength, review the question, the review of the question is very important, you must not write off, if the central content is very different from the topic, then, don't blame the judge's uncle for giving you a low score!

The essay topic must be what everyone is most concerned about, and I announce that the essay title of this competition is - gratitude!

Yes, write an essay of no less than 800 words on "gratitude", you can write about teachers, parents, or classmates who have helped you, strangers, etc. time, an hour and a half.

There is a special manuscript paper here, four per person, and if the manuscript paper runs out in special circumstances, you can come to me to get it!

Okay, that's all there is to it, let's pass on the manuscript to the students in the first row below! The middle-aged teacher sent the manuscript paper as he spoke.

"Huh" turned out to be an essay around "gratitude", and the manuscript of the last reading contest seems to have this type.

Fortunately, I'm familiar with the genre.

He took the manuscript paper from the front, left four sheets, and handed them to the students in the back.

Brewing, brewing a good idea before writing, before you can write, otherwise, it will be too wasteful to write while thinking.

Figures flew through my mind, and suddenly, a majestic shadow like Optimus Prime suddenly appeared in my mind.

My father, yes, was the one who influenced me the most and taught me the most since I was a child.

He silently shouldered the burden of supporting his family, worked hard for his livelihood, and never complained.

I still remember that he always left the best and most fun things for us, and the dirtiest and most tiring work for himself.

He used his majestic body to hold up a piece of heaven for us, and gave me a carefree, innocent and romantic childhood.

The corners of my eyes couldn't help but moisten, and I picked up the pen in my hand, and my emotions flowed like clouds.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it took, but the pen in my hand finally stopped.

The whole process of writing the article is completely natural, and there is no trace of fraud in terms of feelings.

I read it carefully twice, and I didn't find anything unsmooth, so I was secretly relieved. I am still very confident in the article I wrote this time.

Gratitude, when I mention this word, I think of my relatives, friends, teachers, and her......

What is she doing now? Is it to write a good composition, sit quietly in your seat and check the essay you have written, or are you in the rush to write, or are you looking out the window at the scenery......

When I think of Eiko, my heart warms.

She is the driving force for me to move forward.

"Ding-dong-ding~"

The melodious bell rang for the end of class, and the teacher wearing glasses on the podium clapped his hands and said, "Students, when the time comes, you can check the names and schools again, and then pass the manuscript paper to the people in front, and give it to me in the first row." Those who have handed in the papers can go......

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