I’m Really a Superstar

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Morning.

Experiment 2 primary school has started.

The familiar music bell rang, and a female teacher in her forties walked into the classroom with a lesson plan in her arms and said, "Hello, classmates."

"Stand up!" shouted a squad leader.

Everyone stood up in unison, "Hello, teacher!"

The Chinese teacher said with a smile: "Students, please sit down."

The children of other families are all very good, and they sit down when asked. However, little Chenchen from Zhang Ye's family is always a little slower than others, with a listless look on her face, as if she hasn't eaten. As if he was full, Zhang Ye had never seen Chenchen smile seriously and happily, not even once. The only smiles he could see were ridicules or sneers like "haha", and the little guy always had a stern face.

Zhang Ye touched her and said, "Focus."

Xiao Chenchen let out a light oh.

The female teacher heard a sound below and saw that it was Chenchen. She immediately said unhappy: "Be quiet, it's class time now!" Then she smiled again and said to the parents: "Hello parents, today is my class. This is an open class, and I would like to thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate. As for the content of the class, I also want to use a more open approach. I will give an essay question, and students will write an essay of no less than 200 words according to the topic requirements. For the word composition, parents can supervise and make suggestions, and create together with the children, which also allows parents to have a deeper understanding of their children's world and strengthen their interaction with their children. Okay, then I will start to write the questions."

Turn around and write on the blackboard.

Topic: Praise any plant.

Requirements: The topic must be clear and no less than 200 words.

Zhao Mei, the head teacher of their first class, was also sitting in the last row of the classroom, paying attention to the children's performance.

After clapping her hands, the Chinese teacher said to everyone: "Okay, students can start writing essays. If you don't know the new words, you can ask your parents."

"Dad, I want no roses!"

"Okay, this is good."

"But I can't write about roses."

"Come,

Dad will write it out for you. "

"Mom, Mom, I want to praise the silver fir. Oh, the orchids are not bad either. The pot of orchids in our house is so beautiful. You said they are very expensive."

Everyone started writing.

Only Chenchen didn't move for a long time. She took the pen and ate for a long time without writing a word. Finally, she turned her head and stared at Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye."

Zhang Ye asked: "What are you doing?"

Chenchen handed him the pen without blushing and said, "Write for me."

Zhang Ye glared at her and said, "The teacher asked you to write a composition. The adults can only point out your typos. You are so embarrassed. Hurry up and write it yourself."

Chenchen said in a deep voice: "I can't."

Zhang Ye persuaded and encouraged: "What's wrong with this? You see which plant is good, which plant you like, and then write about how good and beautiful it is. That's it. Aren't you usually very talkative? Vocabulary The amount is much higher than that of other children of the same age, so you will be fine." The day before yesterday, this little guy was able to silence broadcasters and hosts like Zhang Ye who were both good at talking and talking about their work. Zhang Ye knew that Chen Chen was very smart. .

But Chenchen just couldn't write. He lay there muttering for a long time, but still didn't write a word. It could be seen that Chenchen was also a little irritable.

Suddenly, footsteps came one after another outside.

The school leaders came, and there seemed to be some heads from the Beijing Education Bureau. There were about twenty people in the group, including men, women, old and young.

The Chinese teacher hurriedly said: "Director Liu, Principal Li."

Principal Li, the experimental second primary school student, pressed his hand and said, "You go on, don't worry about us."

The head teacher, Zhao Mei, also stood up to greet her and gave up the empty seats in the back row that had been arranged earlier. "You all can sit over here. The children are writing essays. This is a Chinese class."

Director Liu from the Education Bureau said pleasantly: "Okay, then I have to listen to the children's compositions."

Zhang Ye glanced behind him and understood in his heart. Maybe it was because a leader came to inspect today that he arranged such a public class. Alas, it was really troublesome. Formalism kills people.

Soon, the Chinese teacher looked at the watch and said, "Okay, it's almost time. Whoever has finished writing, please raise your hand. I'll read it. Haha, let me tell you first, because our class 1 is an experimental class, so the first place in today's composition It will be broadcast to the whole school during the school broadcast tomorrow, this is a rare opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the children were eager to try it and were very excited!

"I've written it!"

"I've written it too!"

"Read mine first! Read mine first!"

Everyone is very positive, and the children are a bit "crazy".

Principal Li was very pleased and said to the leader: "Director Liu, this is the best experimental class for the second grade in our school. The children are very motivated."

"I can see it." Director Liu praised it: "It's very good."

Only Rao Chenchen lowered her head and remained silent. Her notebook was still blank. Chenchen looked around at the classmates who were raising their hands to volunteer, and her mouth pursed.

Zhang Ye couldn't bear to see it any longer. He gritted his teeth and said, forget it, I'll just write it. I can't let my children lose their heads in front of their classmates and embarrass this person. Besides, I heard that the Chinese teacher was also angered by Chenchen. She encouraged him again, and Chenchen was even more marginalized. This was a situation that Zhang Ye didn't want to see. The landlady always lent a helping hand to help him when he was in the most difficult time, and Sister Rao handed over the child out of absolute trust. After giving himself a tenant, Zhang Ye definitely couldn't let the child go wrong in his hands.

"Chenchen." Zhang Ye whispered: "I said, you write."

Chenchen pursed his lips and nodded. This time, he rarely contradicted Zhang Ye.

What can I write? What plant are you praising? Zhang Ye's mind went blank for a moment. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought, yes, that's it!

Chenchen urged: "Zhang Ye."

"Okay, don't worry, we have it." Zhang Ye said: "The title - "Praise to Poplar", the poplar tree is really not ordinary, I praise the poplar tree!"

Chenchen writes very quickly, brushing his pen.

Zhang Ye continued, "The car is racing on the plateau with endless horizons. What jumps into your field of vision is a large patchwork of yellow and green felt. The yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, created by the great people hundreds of thousands of years ago. The shell of the Loess Plateau where natural forces have successfully accumulated; the green ones are the result of human labor's victory over nature, and are wheat fields. The breeze blows, turning up rounds of green waves - at this time you will truly admire what the ancients created The two words "Mai Lang", if not accidentally coined by a clever hand, are indeed the essence of refined language."

Chenchen couldn't write some words and had never learned them before, so Zhang Ye told her step by step.

…

Over there, the Chinese teacher has picked up Dede's article, "Dede is the first to raise his hand, let me read Dede's composition first. "Violet", I like violets, once my parents took me to Europe, I saw it for the first time in a courtyard, it was so beautiful..." After reading, the Chinese teacher praised: "The portrait is good, I can see that Dede put his heart into it, and the writing is also very good."

De De Mei is bad.

Dede's parents also smiled slightly, feeling a little proud.

"Come on, Tongtong raised her hand, let me take a look at Tongtong's again." The Chinese teacher picked up an article written by a little girl, ""Ode to Cedars". Cedar is one of the most cherished trees in the world. Due to large-scale felling, many The ancient cedars no longer exist..." After reading it, the Chinese teacher's eyes lit up, "Tongtong's essay is better. It has more connotations and environmental protection concepts than Dede's essay. It is really good. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you, teacher." Tongtong said with a smile. After that, she glanced at Chenchen at the same table as if to show off. It was obvious that she had a very bad relationship with Chenchen.

One article...

Three articles...

Five articles…

The children's compositions were read out.

Finally, the Chinese teacher said: "Who else has written what I didn't read?"

Tongtong suddenly said loudly: "Rao Chenchen hasn't read it yet!" She pointed at her deskmate.

Tongtong's father was standing next to him. He looked at Rao Chenchen and Zhang Ye, his eyes were a little cold, and he said in a strange tone: "Yes, I also want to hear what classmate Chenchen wrote." Last semester, Chenchen told his family that Tongtong I have cried several times. Of course Tongtong's father didn't like them. This time he was obviously trying to find trouble. "Chenchen's parents, are you okay now? Then tell the teacher, Chenchen is 'among the best' in his studies." Yes, the composition must be well written!"

In fact, everyone in the class knows that Chenchen is not good at studying and is one of the worst people in the experimental class!

Many children who had no chance to play with Chenchen started to gloat and started making noises.

"Chen Chen, read it!"

"I also want to hear Chenchen's composition!"

The Chinese teacher doesn't miss Chenchen. She still doesn't know what level Chenchen is in Chinese? That one is the worst in the class. She will probably be kicked out of the experimental class next year. Today is an open class. There are so many school teachers, school leaders and even leaders from the Education Bureau listening to the class in the back. Of course she wants to pick up outstanding works and read them. , this can also highlight her teaching ability, so she said: "Chenchen may not have finished writing yet."

Tongtong's father sneered: "I think she has stopped writing!"

Zhao Mei, the head teacher in the back row, was a little angry. What kind of parent is this? Why do you treat other people's children like this? Is it necessary to be so sarcastic? Yes, even if Chenchen is usually a bit loud and has made your children cry, don't you know that children's words are unbridled? Besides, that's also the children's own business. How can you, as an adult, get involved and help your own children bully others? What are you talking about? Since learning about Rao Chenchen's life experience and family, Zhao Mei's attitude towards Chenchen has completely changed and she has become very tolerant.

Zhang Ye also became angry and immediately stared at Tongtong's father. Grandson, what are you talking about? Are you looking for trouble with me? Okay!

"Chenchen, you?" the Chinese teacher asked, and also gave Chenchen a wink, indicating that as long as she said she didn't write it well, she would be fine.

But before Chen Chen could say anything, Zhang Ye spoke, "My child has finished writing! Since everyone wants to hear it so much, let's read it!"

The Chinese teacher was stunned. Damn, are you really reading?

Tongtong's father smiled and said, "Teacher, we are all waiting."

The leaders of the education bureau and school behind them couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that the quality of some parents here was too low, so they were not ready to listen and got up to go out to inspect other classes.

At this moment, the Chinese teacher had already taken the composition from Chenchen's hand. She was startled when she saw it. Nothing else. This composition had too many words, far more than 200 words. So many words? Are there so many words to write about praising a plant? She then read with a doubtful tone: "The title is "Praise to Poplar". The poplar tree is really not ordinary. I praise the poplar tree!"

As soon as the first sentence came out, everyone was happy.

Praise the poplar tree? Is it really extraordinary? You are so funny! There are broken poplar trees all over the streets, and most of them are in rural areas. How is this praising plants? Take a look at what some of my classmates wrote, about orchids, cedars, lavenders, and the worst ones are praising roses!

And you?

Praising poplar trees?

Khan, why don’t you praise gutter oil!

Many children laughed in succession, and some adults, such as Tongtong's father, laughed dumbly like the children, showing disdain! A bastard is a bastard! Nothing works! What a crappy composition! I’m not ashamed, can it compare with my child’s composition?

The Chinese teacher also felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the composition and that the topic was not chosen well, but there was nothing she could do about it. Several parents with ulterior motives took advantage of it, so she could only continue to read it, but the more she read it, the more the Chinese teacher The more shocked she is, the more she reads about her expression, the more surprised she becomes!

this……

Is this prose?

Only then did she realize that this composition was not as simple as she had imagined. Although the text was plain and simple, there was something fishy in it!

"It's a tree that strives to reach the top, with straight trunks and straight branches."

"Aspen is not an ordinary tree. It is very common in the northwest and is not valued by people, just like the farmers in the north. It has extremely strong vitality and cannot be tortured or oppressed. It is also similar to the farmers in the north. I praise the aspen. The tree not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, strong and progressive spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today."

"Let those who look down on the people and stubbornly regress praise the aristocratic nanmu and despise the poplar which is very common and easy to grow. I want to praise the poplar tree loudly!"

The Chinese teacher closed Chenchen's homework and said blankly: "It's over."

The article is finished!

Everyone was silent at this moment!

Tongtong’s father is stupid!

Other parents are also confused!

The leaders of the Education Bureau, school leaders and teachers who had just walked outside the classroom did not know who was leading the way. They all stood there dumbfounded, and then... they all came back quickly one by one, looking at the classroom in astonishment. , It almost feels like seeing a ghost!

Instead, Zhang Ye became more arrogant. He glanced scornfully at the parents who had just questioned Chenchen and him, saying to himself that you guys are really looking down on others!

Dese! Fight with me again!

Compete with me in writing articles? You guys are so funny!

Zhang Ye was not surprised at all by everyone's shock. Are you kidding me? This is "Praise to Poplar". If he remembers correctly, this is a famous article in the Chinese language textbook for the second grade of junior high school in his world, and the author is even more famous - Mao Dun!

Anyone who could find fault with this article would have Zhang Ye spit in his face. "Praise to the White Poplar" does not have such gorgeous rhetoric, and it does not have as many vocabulary as ordinary prose, but it is because of this that this article appears The preciousness highlights the ideological, educational and literary nature of the article!

An article praising something?

"Praise to Poplar" is the most inconspicuous! It is also the most famous! The Arctic is common and not taken seriously, just like the farmers in the north; it has extremely strong vitality and cannot be tortured or oppressed, which is also similar to the farmers in the north. I praise the poplar tree because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but especially the simple, strong and progressive spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today. "

"Let those who look down on the people and stubbornly regress praise the aristocratic nanmu and despise the poplar which is very common and easy to grow. I want to praise the poplar tree loudly!"

The Chinese teacher closed Chenchen's homework and said blankly: "It's over."

The article is finished!

Everyone was silent at this moment!

Tongtong’s father is stupid!

Other parents are also confused!

The leaders of the Education Bureau, school leaders and teachers who had just walked outside the classroom did not know who was leading the way. They all stood there dumbfounded, and then... they all came back quickly one by one, looking at the classroom in astonishment. , It almost feels like I’ve seen a ghost!

Instead, Zhang Ye became more arrogant. He glanced scornfully at the parents who had just questioned Chenchen and him, saying to himself that you guys are really looking down on others!

Dese! Fight with me again!

Compete with me in writing articles? You guys are so funny!

Zhang Ye was not surprised at all by everyone's shock. Are you kidding me? This is "Praise to Poplar". If he remembers correctly, this is a famous article in the Chinese language textbook for the second grade of junior high school in his world, and the author is even more famous - Mao Dun!

Anyone who could find fault with this article would have to be spit in Zhang Ye's face. "Praise to the White Poplar" does not have such gorgeous rhetoric, and it does not have as many vocabulary as ordinary prose, but it is because of this that this article appears The preciousness highlights the ideological, educational and literary nature of the article!

An article praising something?

"Praise to Poplar" is the most inconspicuous! It is also the most famous!