Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

Yi Jiale took the test paper and carefully checked it for any wrong or missing questions or typos. Only then did he carefully write down his school and class name.

Yi Jiale glanced at the questions while checking the test paper. To her, these questions were so easy. It felt like a gaming boss returning to the novice village to bully the newbies.

Yi Jiale slowly picked up the pen, as if holding a magical tool in her hand. She swung her arm lightly, and the pen tip danced happily on the paper. The "swish" sound echoed in the air like a beautiful melody. She looked at the pinyin intently, thinking quickly about the corresponding Chinese characters in her mind. Every stroke seemed so skillful and natural, and it was like she was playing a relaxing and enjoyable game, as if it was as easy to control as a simple arithmetic problem like 1 + 1.

Yi Jiale estimated the time silently in her heart. She was confident that she had finished all the seemingly ordinary questions in less than ten minutes. To her, these questions were like familiar old friends, lying on the paper one by one waiting to be conquered. They were so simple and easy to understand that they seemed to be easily solved with just a little thought.

However, when she faced the writing part, she had to pause for a moment, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought. She knew that writing was undoubtedly the key to standing out among thousands of primary school students. It was not just a pile of words, but also a display of thoughts, expression of emotions and release of creativity.

She needs to conceive with her heart and write with her soul so that her composition can shine among many works and show a unique charm.

After all, no one can be sure whether there are elementary school students in other schools who are better at writing essays!

The essay topic is "The Future."

Yi Jiale frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. She held the pen tightly in her hand, and the tip of the pen seemed to have endless magic, moving slowly on the paper. As time passed, her eyes gradually became firm, as if she had made up her mind. Finally, she decisively put down the pen and carefully looked at the title of the composition she had just written - "The Day to Come!" This title was like a bright star, shining in her mind.

Then, Yi Jiale began to recall her past life. Those scenes came to her mind like a tide, making her feel familiar yet a little strange. She seemed to have returned to that past world, feeling the joys and sorrows there, and the convenience of life there. She described every detail of her past life in great detail. She wrote that in that era, technology developed rapidly, and society changed with each passing day...

She knows that as a generation that "grew up under the red flag and lived in the spring breeze", she has been thriving in the warm embrace of the motherland. The motherland is like a great mother, giving them unlimited love and support. Now, she wants to contribute her own strength to the realization of the Chinese dream of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. Although she may not have enough ability now, the belief in her heart has never wavered. She hopes to pass on a hope to those who read it through this essay, a hope for the future.

She depicts the future of New China, which is a colorful picture. With highly developed science and technology, people's living standards have been greatly improved, and medical technology has made continuous breakthroughs, allowing people to stay away from the troubles of diseases; education is popularized, and every child can enjoy high-quality educational resources, cultivating more outstanding talents; the environment is beautiful, blue sky, white clouds, green water and green mountains have become the norm, and people and nature coexist harmoniously. In such a country, people are full of confidence and pride. They work hard, pursue their dreams, and contribute their own strength to the prosperity of the country.

Then he started by writing about a day in the future from the first-person perspective of a child, starting from getting up in the morning, eating breakfast, and riding a bicycle from home to school to study, to teachers giving lectures at school using multimedia teaching equipment, and to students being able to listen to Internet lectures from professors thousands of miles away at school, to a sumptuous meal at noon at school, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, as well as milk and fruit after meals, and to use the watch on their hand to make video calls to their family, and to return to the classroom after studying, where the chairs can be transformed into recliners, and every child can sleep under a small quilt at school. In short, Yi Jiale wrote about every aspect, from drinking water to walking to family conditions and a beautiful society.

Yi Jiale stopped writing and took a deep breath. Looking at the words she wrote, she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She knew that these words were not just an essay, but also a cry and expectation from the bottom of her heart. She believed that as long as everyone held hope and worked hard, the future of New China would be even better.

After finishing writing, Yi Jiale also stopped writing, checked the test paper carefully, covered it, and sat waiting for the bell to hand in the test paper.

Not long after, the bell for handing in papers rang. Yi Jiale was the first to raise his hand to hand in his paper and then left with his pen.

After leaving, Yi Jiale went home by himself. This exam was for exchange students from Hongxing Primary School and a nearby primary school. Huo Sheng was assigned to another school, while Lin Xiong and the other lower grade students finished the exam two days before. Yi Jiale was in his original school, so he went home by himself after the exam.

Yi Zhonghai saw his daughter coming back, and quickly took the pencil case from her hand, saying with a smile: "I've already mixed the water for you, wash your hands and face quickly, and eat!"

Yi Jiale smiled and hurried over to wash his hands, then wiped his face with a wet towel. He sat at the dining table, looked at the delicious food, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks to eat.

The aunt and Yi Zhonghai sat lovingly on either side of their daughter. Whenever they saw her looking at a dish, they would quickly serve her some food. They were also very familiar with their daughter's taste and knew which dish she liked, so they served her more.

(I went back to my hometown to attend a wedding banquet today. The highway was so congested that I couldn’t write at all, so I finished writing this late at night!)