Wang Siqi walked off the podium and lectured non-stop. "The test requirements for writing are: correct viewpoints, clear focus, and healthy thinking; specific content, rigorous structure, and clear levels; concise language and smooth writing; standardized format, and neat writing. Teacher believes you can all do it, right?"
All the students replied to Wang Siqi in a sweet voice: "Yes!"
Wang Siqi nodded with satisfaction, and then taught the students: "1. It meets the meaning of the question. First, it meets the requirements of the proposition. Second, it meets the requirements of the "note" part. 2. The highlights are clear. (1) The writing is clear (2) The purpose is clear (3) Simplified structure (4) Clean language (5) Passionate emotions. 3. Enriching content. The ancients emphasized crest, pig belly, and leopard tail when writing articles. Among them, "pig belly" emphasizes that the content of the article should be substantial. Enrichment can show The author has rich accumulation, and rich accumulation is one of the important indicators of a strong foundation in Chinese language. Therefore, the graders will appreciate essays with a large amount of citations."
Que Miaochun nodded secretly, thinking: As expected of a teacher from an elite primary school, he taught concisely and clearly.
"Then everyone will continue writing, and the teacher will come to appreciate everyone's ideas." Wang Siqi walked east and west in the classroom.
Seeing that the head teacher was about to come to his desk, Que Miaochun couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. If my family knows that I want to do any job, as long as I am not a doctor, then what will happen?
Wang Siqi stopped curiously next to Que Miaochun's desk, picked up her composition and started reading aloud.
My name is Que Miaochun, and I come from the Que family, one of the eight great medical families. The people in the tribe have been taught Miao Chun to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable about medical books since they were young. I often talk about my father's death. He said that my father was familiar with medical books at the age of 3, started practicing medicine at the age of 4, and only needed 3 injections to restore a dead body to a living person. He is a role model for me to learn from.
But God, I, Que Miaochun, want to sing, dance, and act. Why should my life aspirations have to be firmly controlled by the clan? Why do I have to be a doctor and study boring Chinese medicine? I am not willing to give in. How can I, Que Miaochun, be an ordinary doctor?
It was another ordinary morning. I escaped from the elders' room and covered my ears to try to block the chatter from the elders. "Elders, stop talking, Miaochun, I don't study medicine!" I emphasized the three words "I don't study medicine" word by word. Contrary to expectations, he was pinned next to the table and sat down obediently. I picked up the medical book and began to learn from the experience of the predecessors in the book. Within three minutes, my eyelids were shaking. But strangely, whenever the elders asked questions about medical skills, I could answer them fluently.
I don't want to save lives and heal the wounded, I don't want to hang a pot to save the world. But God was kidding me. My second pair of eyes opened. Guess what? Dead bodies become alive!
The clan has given me high hopes for a long time and left me the chair of the next clan leader, Que Miaochun. Now that he has accepted the honor of being the head of the Magpie family, he must fulfill his duty as a doctor to save the world. I, Que Miaochun, have elders who respect me and clan members who love me. I am willing to be the puppet of this Que family.
I am willing to be this miracle doctor who can rejuvenate my body, as long as the elders who love me to the core are happy, and as long as the tribesmen who like me are proud, I am willing!
"Okay, well written. As expected of Miao Chun. Well written, wonderfully written, cleverly written!"
