After Peng Haitong arranged the composition, he was not idle, but walked under the podium and participated in the 'exchange' between parents and students, the atmosphere was very good, and the discussion was extremely enthusiastic. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

"Xiaohua, what do you write in your composition?"

"My school. ”

"Well, it's well written, and it's progressive!"

"Thank you, teacher, for the compliment. ”

"Long Chen, you have a typo here!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Teacher Peng is so amazing, he has a unique eye!"

Peng Haitong smiled as he walked past one student after another, pointing at them from time to time.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, when Peng Haitong came to Ye Ling's side, he stopped again: "Ye Ling, why didn't you write an essay?"

"Oh, and ...... It's almost ...... I'm going to finish writing it right away, teacher, don't stand next to me, I'm out of inspiration. Ye Ling hurriedly covered his hand to make a text and said.

Peng Haitong's brows jumped, and he secretly said in his heart: This bear child!

......

Soon, thirty minutes passed.

Peng Haitong also returned to the podium and said with a smile: "Please raise your hands after writing your essay." ”

"Wow!"

Almost all of them raised their hands.

And Ye Ling looked at the composition in his hand, tangled for a moment, and then raised his arm.

Peng Haitong smiled and nodded, and the school leaders present were also full of smiles, after all, from the current point of view, the students' performance in the classroom is very good.

Only the president of Huaqing University, under the introduction of Xu Xiulong, knew Ye Ling, who wrote "Motherland, My Dear Motherland", and seemed to stop his eyes on Ye Ling from time to time.

......

Peng Haitong stood on the podium and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll just invite a few students who have finished writing their essays to recite their own essays." ”

"Shao Weiyuan, let's listen to the composition you wrote. Peng Haitong set his eyes on a tall and thin male classmate.

Shao Weiyuan, on the other hand, happily picked up the composition text, stood up, and said loudly, "Teacher, the title of my essay is "I Love My School". ”

"I love my school!" Every morning, we carry our school bags, be accompanied by the early birds, bask in the gentle sunshine, and walk towards my dearest school......

"Thank you!"

"Bang Bang!"

Led by Peng Haitong, the entire lecture hall burst into warm applause.

Peng Haitong said with a smile: "Shao Weiyuan's composition is very vivid and clear......

"Do you know? When Shao Weiyuan recited the composition just now, the teacher listened with his eyes closed, because the teacher's mind involuntarily appeared the scene of his school...... It's really good. ”

Shao Weiyuan, who was sitting below, and his father, were also very proud after hearing Peng Haitong's words, after all, this is an open class, and all the parents are here. What's more, at the back of the classroom, there are also school leaders and the president of Huaqing University.

"Yuan Yihui, let's also listen to your composition. Peng Haitong said.

"Leaders, teachers, students, good morning, the title of my essay is "My Dear Teacher". ”

"I love my teacher, she is like a gardener who is not afraid of hard work, just to let us grow up as soon as possible, I love my teacher, she is like a 'milky' white candle, burning herself, illuminating us, I love my teacher, she is like a lighthouse in the night, guiding us in the direction of progress......"

"Thank you!"

"Bang Bang!"

In the classroom, there was another round of warm applause.

"Yuan Yihui used the technique of comparison and metaphor at the beginning, the image is vivid, the layers are clear, the rhythm is very strong, and the reading is catchy, which is very good......"

Then, Peng Haitong swept his eyes around the classroom again, while the other students and parents were nervous and 'excited', and they could all hear it, if they could stand up and recite the composition again, no matter how they wrote, they would be praised by Peng Haitong, and it was a rare opportunity to 'show' their faces.

Therefore, many students and even parents raised their arms, wanting to be named by Peng Haitong to recite the composition.

The atmosphere in the classroom is high.

Peng Haitong's face was also full of smiles, but he still deliberately glanced at the president of Huaqing University and found that his eyes seemed to be looking in one direction...... Ye Ling!

Peng Haitong looked at Ye Ling, who seemed to be not the slightest interested in standing up and reciting the composition, his eyes rolled slightly, and he said with a smile: "Next, please ask Ye Ling to recite it to us, the composition she wrote, everyone is welcome!"

"Bang Bang!"

Although I didn't let myself stand up and recite the essay, everyone applauded in order to match the atmosphere of the class.

However, many parents are secretly muttering to themselves: How to let students like Ye Ling recite compositions?

"Ye Ling has no education at all!"

"I think, maybe his parents already knew that there was an open class today, so they bribed the teacher early! Otherwise, how could he have taken out Ye Ling and praised it alone before writing the essay, and now let her recite the essay?"

"If only I had known that today's open class would have been attended by the president of Huaqing University in person. ”

"Whoever is asked to recite the composition can't let Ye Ling be!"

"We'll see what she's writing about later!"

"Look at it, Ye Ling was taught like this, it's not for nothing, her parents still cut their heads...... It's like a 'mixed' society. ”

"Last time, Ye Ling's parents also proposed not to do homework, and I don't know what my brain thinks, without homework, what will happen to the children's grades?"

......

At this time, Ye Ling was also a little confused, looked at the composition in his hand, and then looked at the eyes of everyone in the entire lecture hall, and then slowly stood up.

"My essays are not very well written. Ye Ling said.

"It's okay, just read aloud. Peng Haitong smiled, "Let's encourage Ye Ling, okay?"

"Bang Bang!"

There was another round of applause.

"Okay, then I'll read it. Ye Ling was entangled for a moment, gritted his little silver teeth, and said.

"The title of my essay is 'Dead Water'. ”

Hearing this name, the eyes of everyone present were full of doubt, Peng Haitong's essay topic is "school", how did he write a "backwater"? What does this have to do with school?

Sure enough, students like Ye Ling are simply 'messy' writing.

"It's a backwater of despair,

The breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to throw more broken copper and iron,

Cool 'sex' splash your leftovers.

......

It's a desperate backwater,

This is not where the beauty lies.

It's better to let the ugliness reclaim it,

Look what kind of world it creates. ”

After Ye Ling finished reading, he sat down on his own.

At this time, the entire lecture hall was full of people with their mouths wide open, stunned, and the needle could be dropped.

The topic of "school" is obviously written for students to sing the praises of the school, but now, what is it written about?

A puddle of stagnant water!

Especially the last sentence, "It's better to let the ugly reclaim it, and see what kind of world it creates", doesn't this sentence compare the school and teachers to the existence of ugliness?

The principal of Huaqing University understood, the leaders of the primary school understood, Peng Haitong understood, the parents present also understood, and even the primary school students present also understood!

What's wrong with the school, why do you want to scold the school like this?