"What the hell?"
" Poem writer?!"
"Last year, there was also a poet, but at least that person wrote a prose poem of dozens of lines!”
"This examinee, is she Shika Sanxing?"
Due to the enlarged image, the projection was still a blurry mosaic.
He couldn't see the words clearly, only the rough handwriting.
It was neat, but just three lines were extremely eye-catching!
The entire meeting room exploded!
More than half of the teachers in the marking team picked up their pens without hesitation and wrote a big zero on the grading form in front of them!
What a joke!
You wrote a poem for the Chinese college entrance examination essay?
And only three lines?
Are you kidding me?
If it was really a genuine prose poem, perhaps the teachers of the marking team would take a good look at it.
However, did these three lines of Shika-chan add up to thirty words?
"Sigh! Students nowadays!"
"This attitude is very improper. You only wrote three lines for an 800-word essay!”
"This kind of answer sheet feels like a zero is still too light!”
"Agreed! For examinees who played games like this, it was recommended that they cancel their results for this subject!”
"Makes sense! This kind of evil trend could not be encouraged. He had to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys!”
As they spoke, many of the teachers in the marking team blushed.
It could be said that the crowd was excited.
Most of them were younger teachers.
The older teachers shook their heads and sighed.
"Such a student, sigh!"
Sighing, he picked up his pen without hesitation and wrote a big zero on the score form in front of him!
The grading criteria column wrote: His attitude was extremely improper, and zero points were not enough to appease his anger! It is recommended to cancel the result processing!
Such scenes were happening all over the conference room.
A weak voice suddenly sounded amidst the sighs.
The female assistant in charge of the projection at the front desk said,"Each... Teachers, I think you can take a look at this examinee's writing!”
His tone was a little hesitant, but it also revealed determination.
As soon as he said that, the entire meeting room fell silent.
All the teachers in the marking team looked at the female assistant with a strange expression.
Writing content?
Was it appropriate to use this word to describe this examinee's test paper?
It was more like a doodle!
However, since this female assistant was not a professional language teacher, they did not mind.
He thought that the young girl was soft-hearted and did not want to see this examinee score zero for his essay.
With that thought in mind, everyone subconsciously looked at the projection screen.
After the blurry mosaic of the enlarged picture, the contents of the text had become clear.
Three lines of words finally appeared.
'The sun has slowed down.'
'Cars, horses, mail are all slow.'
'I can only love one person in my life.'
Quiet--
A deathly silence.
The professional marking teachers from all over Jiangsu Province widened their eyes!
Some even rubbed their eyes.
The meeting room that was noisy a moment ago suddenly stopped.
It was so silent that one could hear a pin drop!
After a while, he suddenly heard the faint sound of rapid breathing.
It was a young female teacher in her early twenties.
At this moment, her mouth was wide open, unable to say a word.
He only felt his heart pounding non-stop!
She was a classicist teacher!
What was the thing that retro literary youths yearned for the most?
Love! A peaceful yet brilliant love!
These three lines of love poems, twenty or so small words, had already completely hooked her!
Yes, it was!
'I can only love one person in my life'.
Even this sentence had completely broken her defenses!
In the corner of the conference room.
The eyes of an old teacher with half-white hair turned red.
He was the oldest teacher present. He was already over 60 years old and would retire next year.
This year was also the last time he participated in the college entrance examination.
However, he did not expect to see Shika like this during this marking session!
His wife had passed away a few years ago.
They met at the age of 20, got married, and had children.
They had been together for more than forty years.
However, an illness took his wife's life.
Old people would not show their emotions.
Even at his wife's funeral, he only gently caressed her urn, silent but did not cry.
All these years, the old man had been depressed.
However, when he saw these three lines of poetry.
He couldn't hold it in anymore!
I can only love one person in my life
Wasn't it referring to him and his wife?
Forty years ago, that woman with a sweet smile appeared in front of him.
He was just a young and ignorant educated teacher.
When he saw that woman, his heart would beat faster and his face would turn red.
Thus, in the dark of the night, under the dim yellow light of the old oil lamp, he wrote down the love words on the red and white paper.
He quietly handed it to the woman.
The woman's blushing face at that moment was a scene that he would never forget in his life.
Wind and rain for forty years.
They had walked too many roads and crossed too many bridges together.
From young to old, he watched his children grow up one by one.
Under the setting sun, the two old men could still smile at each other on the rocking chair.
Just like forty years ago, the dull boy and the lively girl.
'The sun has slowed down.'
'Cars, horses, mail are all slow.'
'I can only love one person in my life.'
The old teacher murmured over and over again, his wrinkled face surging with an extremely complicated expression.
He had only loved one person in his life.
She had only loved one person in her life.
For each other, the two of them had bet their entire lives.
In the past, when she was still a slut, she could only love one person in her life.
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