Chapter 81 (1/2)

Subject matter is not limited, narrative, poetry, prose.

Liu Lele bit the nib of his pen. What's this problem? This time, the score of Chinese composition is quite high. In the past, it was 20 points, but this time, it was 30 points for the subject.

Fish and lotus?

How does she write? She likes to eat fish, especially sweet and sour fish pieces. As long as the fish doesn't have thorns, she also likes to eat lotus vegetables. The European body is very delicious. That is, her mother often fry black. Unlike the one sold by others, it's white and clean. Her mother said, don't eat that kind of too white. It's poisonous.

Is it really poisonous? Why don't you write that lotus is poisonous?

But for such a thing without scientific basis, she was afraid that the teacher would beat her.

What do you want to write, what kind of fish is delicious, what kind of fishbone looks like, and what if the fishbone gets stuck in your throat?

What can she do? How does she know what to do?

Forget it, first do the front. As a result, she answered several questions in front. Suddenly, Liu Lele remembered that Liu Liang had told her a story. At that time, she felt that the story was really good, sad and beautiful. The beauty was very heartbreaking.

Or write this. Doesn't she want to write another ending?

Well, that's it.

Liu Lele doesn't want to do the previous ones now. First, she writes the composition. The composition needs 30 points. She writes slowly. The composition is the most serious problem for her to delay the problem.

As long as the composition is written, there is no worry about the rest.

She bit her teeth and wrote a few words on it.

I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha.

I am a green lotus in front of the Buddha. I quietly look at the world, day after day, watching so many people reincarnate again and again, repeating the stories of previous lives. I don't understand why they don't want to give up the world of mortals when the opportunity is in front of them.

Liu Lele wrote word by word. She used to feel like squeezing toothpaste. Now she is full of words and thoughts.

Even her hands are faster than her mind thinks.

Until she stopped writing, she found that she had finished half a volume, and was moved to tears.

She wiped her tears with her hand. Really, she cried because she was moved.

The invigilator on one side, seeing Liu Lele wiping tears from time to time, didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Poor baby, you can cry in exams. How much do you love learning?

Why don't you let her copy some?

Invigilator teachers are a little impatient.

There is another teacher here. Even if she intends to release water, it is impossible.

In the examination room next door, Liu Liang finished answering all the questions in front of her. Her eyes stopped on the final composition question. She couldn't help but sip her lips. She didn't know who made it. It can be said that it was such a question. The limitations are very small. It depends on what she wants to write. How much can the teacher give?

She took the pen and dropped a line of words on the paper.

There is a fish in Beiming, which is called Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know its thousands of miles; It turns into a bird and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I do not know its thousands of miles; Fly in anger, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky