Sheng Yuan found the fun of doing the questions. It felt good to answer the questions while cursing!
The third painting is simpler. There is a piece of wood erected in front of the city gate. Many people are watching. There are two people next to the piece of wood. One person is holding the piece of wood, and the other person is holding a plate with the words "Silver Reward" written on it. "Two words.
"..." Sheng Yuan's eyes lingered on the words "Shang Yin".
Is this Mr. Dezian's laziness?
But there are a lot of strokes in these two characters!
So...Sir, is this laziness or not?
Sheng Yuan murmured a few words in her heart, but Sheng Yuan's little hand didn't stop. The answer was obvious, Tachibuki Weixin from "Historical Records".
"Hurry up and look at the fourth picture!" Sheng Yuan confidently looked at the picture of the buyer holding a wooden box and handing the pearl to the seller, and wrote the answer without thinking, "Buying a coffin for a pearl, "Han Feizi"."
After some good explanations, Sheng Yuan was very satisfied and felt that he was closer to being knowledgeable and knowledgeable!
However, her boast disappeared when she saw the fifth painting. Her eyes flickered and she felt a little guilty.
Although she knew she couldn't look around during the exam, she couldn't help but glance at An Yu.
I wonder if Anyu also caught up, but he actually looked back at the same time.
The moment the two people made eye contact, they could clearly see each other's guilty conscience.
Hmm...it seems like the memory has returned to the time when we first met.
"Carving a boat to ask for a sword comes from "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals"." When Sheng Yuan wrote the answer, she could still feel her sister's laughter.
But she, Sheng Xiaojiu, is the best at dealing with herself, and a little bit of embarrassment is nothing to her!
Answering the questions carefully will solve the problem!
So, here comes the sixth picture!
Sheng Yuan hurriedly locked her eyes on the last painting, standing at attention without looking at the painting just now.
The man in the painting has his hair hanging from the roof beams and an awl stuck in his thigh.
Tsk, tsk, so pitiful!
Reading like this is like torture, and it actually seems like threatening the children!
A little rude.
Sheng Yuan swayed her little feet and confidently wrote "Cantilever thorn buttocks". Just as she was about to continue writing, she suddenly realized what she was doing!
wrong!
As the saying goes, the head cantilevers and the buttocks are conical, it is talking about two people!
The former comes from the "Book of Han" written by Ban Gu of the Eastern Han Dynasty;
The latter comes from "Warring States Policy" written by Liu Xiang of the Western Han Dynasty.
"In situations like this, special explanations are usually required." Sheng Yuan became alert. This two-in-one idiom made her feel like she was solving problems in the eight-legged essay.
Although she has never solved the eight-part essay, this is not the point. The point is that as a professional question maker who has been taking exams for more than ten years in her previous life, she is used to filling in all the answers that are necessary and unnecessary when she discovers the traps in the exam questions. Go in so you can fill the trap.
With this in mind, Sheng Yuan specially explained this idiom with a joint structure. From the number of words in her answer, we can see that she, Sheng Xiaoyuan, is a cautious person!
"Huh!" Sheng Yuan consciously kicked over the trap and escaped. She put the brush aside and rubbed her little hands while waiting for the ink on the test paper to dry.
Being a primary school student is not easy!
"There's only one question left! Keep up the good work!" Sheng Yuan cheered herself up and looked at the third big question in one go.
Eh? Is this...poetry?
Sheng Yuan looked at the invigilator in disbelief.
There were more than a dozen candidates who had the same reaction as her.
Although she often likes to compose limericks of her own, but that was influenced by her sister! I have never taught it in kindergarten class!
Isn’t it inappropriate to ask them to write poems at this time?
I wonder if the condemnation was too obvious in the eyes of the primary school examinees. The invigilator smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to write your own poems... You should have read some exams in the kindergarten class, as long as Just write down the poems you remember about diligent study."
Sheng Yuan understood as soon as she heard it. They were asked to write "Poems for Prodigies" and "Poems to Encourage Learning" silently!
Then she knows a lot!
For example, "You should be encouraged in time, and time will not spare you"; "Everything is done today, don't wait until tomorrow to regret the present day"; "The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, it is the time for men to study."
There are also "you will not realize that you are already deep in spring when you study, every inch of time is worth an inch of gold", "Wealth and honor must be gained from hard work, a man must read five carts of books", "The ancients spared no effort in learning, and young people can only achieve success with hard work and old age".
Sheng Yuan scratched her cheek, feeling that writing like this was a bit normal.
If a classmate had the same idea as her when answering the paper, wouldn't it mean that she looked particularly mediocre?
No! You still have to write it yourself!
Sheng Yuan had not had much exposure to poetry writing in her previous life, and all her current experience came from her sister.
As Sheng Yuan, who has often served as her sister's poetry tool, she has some experience.
Speaking of which, it can be considered a skill that makes perfect with practice.
Even if you don't have inspiration, if you hold it in as hard as you can, there's a high probability that you can hold it in.
Thinking like this, Sheng Yuan rubbed her face and began to ponder poetry.
Of course, the most important thing is to show Sheng Xiaojiu's hard work.
She still has to show that no one works as hard as she does!
"Exaggeration must be exaggerated." Sheng Yuan was calm about the detailed boasting. After all, as a literati, most people would not blush when they boast.
She just hesitates whether to be bold and unrestrained when bragging, or to be slightly reserved and tactful.
After much thought, she was still undecided after half a cup of tea, so she had to use dice to speak.
"Young students, if you have any unfinished questions, please finish them as soon as possible. There is only half a cup of tea before you hand in the papers. Please consider it and arrange your time carefully."
The invigilator’s reminder shocked Sheng Yuan!
How time flies by so fast! She has no thoughts yet!
When Sheng Yuan was anxious, her little head couldn't help but look back and forth at the classmates around her.
Not to mention Anyu and Lu Sheng also started writing poems, and most of the other students around them had already started writing.
Some people are even ready to hand in their papers!
"!!!" How can they be so neat!
Sheng Yuan's little brain really couldn't figure out the reason, but she might be a little quick-witted. No, when she was anxious, a few poems came to her mind.
"Forget it! This is the one!" Sheng Yuan didn't dare to be picky like before. Since she already has the prototype of this poem in her mind, what are she waiting for? Write it down quickly!
With this thought in mind, Sheng Yuan quickly picked up the brush, carefully dipped it in ink, adjusted the tip of the pen, then raised her sleeves with one hand and quickly started writing with the other.
For a moment, her chubby little hands showed the results of her brother's previous training! Not long after, a simple poem jumped onto the page.
[Holding a book and studying hard to imitate the sages, the swaying of branches and leaves cannot be heard. Everyone in the Ming Dynasty knew that the north wind was blowing, but no one knew that it would be cold from the fifth watch. 】
"Okay, all the primary school students, please come and submit your papers."
As Sheng Yuan finished the last line of his poem, the invigilator also spoke up.
