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Chapter 46 Marking in progress

Liu Guang is a special-grade Chinese teacher in a provincial key high school, and he is also one of the teachers selected for the marking group this time. Although only the top ten in each city can participate in the rematch, there are more than 200 students in a province. Therefore, I am very busy as a marking teacher, and this is an exam held by the province and selected to participate in the finals of the National Youth Literature Writing Competition.

Because the leaders attached great importance to it this time, there were ten people in the marking team this time, all of whom were special-grade Chinese teachers from provincial key high schools. Even so, facing the large number of test papers, Liu Guang still felt tired.

However, as a responsible teacher, Liu Guang still grades the papers very seriously. After all, this exam is too important to the students. The college entrance examination not only has considerable bonus points, but if you get a good ranking, good universities will definitely give priority to admission. Not to mention the chance to walk to Yenching University.

After reading a few more articles, Liu Guang took off his eyes and rubbed his eyes, feeling a little irritated in his heart. Since it was cross-grading, there were still several marking teachers in Liu Guang's office. Seeing Liu Guang's tired face A male teacher who is about the same age as Liu Guang next to Liu Guang said with a smile:
"Ms. Liu, if you are tired, take a rest first."

"Well, it's not that I'm tired, but that the test papers of this group of candidates I read don't have any articles that are worthy of people's eyes. Although they are all top students in liberal arts, maybe any one of them can be placed in an ordinary class It’s a good article, but it’s very inconspicuous in the examination paper full of top students.” Liu Guang smiled wryly.

"Yeah, I have graded papers in previous years, and I obviously feel that the top liberal arts students in this province are not good enough. I hope that other provinces are not like us, otherwise this year's cultural exchange seminar will be a bit suspended. At this time, another male teacher next to him was a little worried.

Hearing this, Liu Guang smiled wryly and said, "It's no fault of the empire. For the hegemony of the empire, the previous emperors and the cabinet all focused on developing technology and military affairs, and invested less in culture, unlike Annan and Korea. , has been concentrating on studying Chinese culture. There are libraries of classic Chinese studies everywhere in the country. Confucian classics such as "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean" and "Book of Songs" are compulsory courses for domestic college students. A large number of international students are sent to study in China, and as far as I know, most of these international students become teachers after returning home."

"I know, but I lost two seminars in a row, so my face is dull!" The middle-aged male teacher shook his head.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, we have to trust our students, continue to mark the papers, and see the masterpieces of the students!" Liu Guang smiled.

"Well, we have to trust our students, haha."

Liu Guang continued to read the papers and read several articles in a row. The more he read, the more disappointed he became. Eight of the ten articles were about father's love and mother's love, which were nothing new. There is love!

"Is it true that a high school student writes about love as a grader who likes to watch romantic dramas?" a grader yelled.

Hearing the voices of these marking teachers shaking their heads and sighing, Liu Guang felt even more depressed.

"Is this the level of top liberal arts students today?"

Just when Liu Guang stood up and was about to stop and rest for a while, a test paper caught Liu Guang's attention. To be precise, it was the question that caught Liu Guang's attention. Finally, there was a question that didn't contain the word love!
"The Last Leaf"

"You actually wrote Ye Zi, do you intend to express the meaning of the question from Ye Ye? This is a bit difficult. Although I don't like the questions of the question group this time, I won't give points if I really want to digress. I'm disappointed."

Thinking of this, Liu Guang sat down again and began to read the composition.

"In a small district west of the Forbidden City Square, the streets went wild and divided into many small alleys called 'alleys'. A very old ivy, with tangled roots that have withered, clings to the On the wall. The cold autumn wind has blown off almost all the leaves on the vines, leaving only a few almost bare vine branches clinging to the loose and incomplete brick wall."

Just after reading the first paragraph, Liu Guang realized that this is not a composition, but a novel, a short story!
Liu Guang became more interested, and thought: "This candidate seems to be very confident. He dares to write a novel in this kind of competition."

Liu Guang continued to read.

"That was in May. By November, a ruthless, invisible intruder whom the doctors called Pneumonia was stalking the art district, touching here and there with his icy fingers." Touch. On the east side of the square, this bad guy is walking around blatantly. Every time he breaks into trouble, there are always dozens of victims. However, in this intricate, narrow and moss-strewn "alley", his footsteps Slowed down."

Seeing this, Liu Guang understood that the theme was probably expressed in "pneumonia", love for patients?

If this is the case, Liu Guang is a little disappointed. Although, this student has done better than most people in interpreting the meaning of the question, and this angle is much more innovative than maternal love and fatherly love.

But if it's really what I think, that's all. As long as the writing is better, I can give a high score, but it won't be very high.

"Twelve," she said, and after a moment she said "eleven"; then "ten" and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven" almost in succession.

"You don't need to buy any more wine," said Johnsy, still staring out of the window. "Another one fell. No, I don't want soup. Only four left. I hope to see the last of the vine leaves before dark." Float down. I should go then too."

"Tell me as soon as you're done," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, as she lay pale and still like a fallen statue, "because I want to see the last leaf fall. I can't wait." I'm impatient. I'm impatient with thinking too. I want to get rid of everything, like a poor tired vine leaf, drifting down, down."

Seeing this, Liu Guang unconsciously appeared in front of him a young girl who was tormented by illness and was about to die. With the withered ivy leaves, she started the countdown of her life while counting. Liu Guang was extremely impressed by how helpless and pitiful his life was passing by.

The characters are portrayed very deeply, the writing skills are sharp, and the beginning is perfect. It depends on the structure of the writing and the development of the plot. However, even if the latter is not so exciting, the number of words alone is enough to give me a very high score.

However, Liu Guang still has some expectations. Although he thinks that the other party is just a high school student, he still has that expectation, just like a sculptor can't bear to have flaws in his work, no matter whether the work is his own or someone else's.

While Liu Guang was reading "The Last Leaf", an old man in his sixties walked in from the entrance of the marking team's office. If Ye Chen were here, he would be very surprised, because this old man was none other than that day. The library discussed with Ye Chen the old Han of the Three Kingdoms!
As soon as Mr. Han entered the office, he immediately attracted the attention of other marking teachers, except Liu Guang.

"Mr. Han, why are you here today!" Seeing Mr. Han, one of the female teachers quickly put down the test paper in her hand, stood up and said excitedly.

"Hehe, I'm bored. I just happened to know that you are grading papers here, so I'll come and see how capable the younger generation of our empire is." Elder Han was very easy-going, smiling like an ordinary old man.

"Mr. Han, you are here."

"Hello, Mr. Han!"

Seeing that other marking teachers stood up to welcome him, Mr. Han was a little helpless. He didn't come here to disturb their marking. Seeing that everyone was still looking at him, Mr. Han waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to disturb you guys. It’s work! Don’t blame me for failing to keep up with the grades, just sit down, and you continue to grade, and just show me some of the test papers you have graded.”

Only then did the other marking teachers agree to sit down, but they were a little embarrassed that no one dared to answer what Mr. Han said.

Old Han frowned and said, "Why, isn't it convenient?"

At this time, one of the grading teachers stood up and said helplessly: "Mr. Han, it's not that it's inconvenient, but we haven't seen that kind of empirical article so far. We were still discussing whether we were too strict in grading. Do you want to lower the marking standards?"

When Mr. Han heard this, he immediately said, "How can that be done? The grading standards cannot be relaxed. Only by making students aware of their shortcomings can they make progress."

Seeing that the marking teacher was a little embarrassed, Mr. Han asked, "Are the students this year really so bad?"

At this time, the female teacher said: "Mr. Han, we are not sure, after all, we are only halfway through the examination, and there may be some good seedlings behind."

Mr. Han nodded, knowing in his heart that the students of this year must be a bit poor, and more than half of the examination papers have been scored, which can already represent the students of this year.

"What are these students in the empire doing now? The empire is paying more and more attention to education, but it is getting worse." Han Lao thought a little angrily.

Suddenly, Mr. Han noticed that there was another marking teacher in the corner who had not spoken from the beginning to the end and was holding a test paper in his hand. Mr. Han walked over curiously.

Liu Guang didn't pay attention to what happened to Mr. Han since he came in. At this time, Liu Guang was already attracted by this short story and read it silently.

"A mind ready to embark on the mysterious and distant road of death is the loneliest and saddest thing in the whole world."

In a word, it seems simple, but it is full of profound philosophy. It is the experience of life, the reproduction of life, and the sublimation of life. Liu Guang never expected that a high school student could write a short story so effectively. depth.

"I have something to tell you, little one," she said. "The old painter died in the hospital. He had pneumonia and was only ill for two days. The porter found him in the downstairs room in a fit of convulsions the morning before." His shoes and clothes were soaked and cold. They could not imagine where he had been during that dreary night. At last they found a lantern still burning, and a Moved from the original place, there are a few scattered brushes, a palette, mixed with green and yellow paint, and finally-look out of the window, dear, look at the last leaf on the wall .Don't you wonder why it doesn't blow in the wind? Ah, my dear, that's the old painter's work—he painted it on the wall that night when the last leaf fell."

The novel has ended here. After Liu Guang finished reading it, he sat blankly in his seat and even forgot to rate it. He was still immersed in the shock of this article!
(End of this chapter)