Just 'copy' the composition "Wine".
Liquid fire makes you feel as if you are dreaming or awake, floating in ecstasy, turning the world upside down and spinning. It waters the ups and downs of human history.
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"You are my success, my failure, my life, and my death. You are the nectar that makes sorrow worse. You are my poverty, and you are my wealth. Thousands of families cannot live without you!"
There is not a single word about wine in the entire article, but it describes wine in such a magical way that in the year of the college entrance examination, it impressed all the examiners and they all gave full marks.
It took Zhang Qiurui less than 30 minutes to copy the composition. It was not yet time to hand in the paper early, so she lay down on the table in boredom.
On the contrary, Zhu Jianbo, who was sitting in front of her, was racking his brains to write an essay that matched the meaning of the two lines of poetry. The more anxious he became, the more confused he became and the less ideas he had.
Hearing the swishing of Zhang Qiurui's pen at the back desk, Zhu Jianbo felt even more annoyed. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "How can this girl write so fast? Is this topic a piece of cake for her? Is it really that simple?"
'Draw a sword to cut the water, but the water flows faster; raise a cup to dispel sorrow, but the sorrow becomes even greater'. He wrote an essay based on the theme of these two lines of poetry. He only thought of the two themes of wine and water.
But the two ideas were like two tangled vines, entwined in his mind and becoming more and more confusing.
He originally wanted to try starting with the line "Draw a sword to cut the water, but the water will flow even faster", imagining the surging water, and how he could not stop the flow no matter how he swung the sword.
This seems to be some of the difficulties in life. The more anxious you are to get rid of them, the deeper you get into them and cannot extricate yourself.
But he was stuck in a dilemma as to how to transform this image into a specific plot and characters. Every idea he came up with seemed so weak and unconvincing.
Then he turned to the sentence "Drinking to forget sorrow only makes the sorrow worse."
The liquid in the wine glass seems to have become a carrier of melancholy. Every time I raise the glass, it is a temporary escape from the melancholy, but after the escape, the melancholy comes surging like a tide, even more violently.
This reminded him of those who tried to numb themselves with alcohol and escape reality, but ultimately found themselves in deeper pain. However, this idea failed to inspire him more, and the idea of writing remained at a standstill.
I made no progress, but Zhang Qiurui behind me was writing loudly.
He secretly glanced at Zhang Qiurui out of the corner of his eye and saw that she seemed to have completed her task and was lying on the table doing nothing, looking relaxed and a little bored.
This made Zhu Jianbo even more anxious, and sweat unconsciously seeped out of his palms.
The two invigilators did not move around at will to supervise the exam. Cheating was not allowed in the essay competition. They sat on a long bench on the podium, checking the students competing below the stage from time to time. Whispering and talking were prohibited.
Xin Zhao also paid attention to Zhang Qiurui from time to time. He saw that after listening to the broadcast and the topic of today's essay competition, she buried her head and started writing quickly. Regardless of how she wrote, just by relying on her concentration and ability to get into the state quickly, she was one step ahead of others.
However, less than half an hour later, Xin Zhao saw Zhang Qiurui stop and lie on the table. At first, she thought Zhang Qiurui was stuck and wanted to think slowly for a while before writing again.
But after she stopped, more than ten minutes passed and there was no movement at all.
Xin Zhao couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, 'Has she finished writing?'
"Forty-five minutes have passed, and there are fifty-five minutes left. The competition time is about to end. Those who have not finished writing their essays should hurry up and write them. Also, remember to write your name and test number. Don't forget." Xin Zhao glanced at Zhang Qiurui and reminded him.
"Teacher, I've finished writing and I want to hand in my paper." When Zhang Qiurui heard this, forty-five minutes had passed and she immediately handed in her paper. She walked to the podium and handed in her composition.
Zhang Qiurui's early submission of the paper surprised all the teachers and students present.
After all, in such a tense and fierce essay competition, most contestants are still thinking hard, carefully considering their words and sentences, striving to make their articles more perfect.
However, Zhang Qiurui completed the entire article in just forty-five minutes. This speed and efficiency are undoubtedly impressive.
Zhang Qiurui didn't care about other surprises. After handing in the paper, he left the classroom directly.
Xin Zhao took the composition submitted by Zhang Qiurui and glanced at it casually at first. He found that Zhang Qiurui's handwriting seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it all of a sudden.
However, as he read on, Xin Zhao gradually became attracted by her composition.
The fire of your body makes you feel as if you are dreaming or awake, floating in the air, turning the world upside down.
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Liu Ling was drunk, the immortal poet was crazy, Cao Mengde was promoted, and the Hongmen Banquet was written.
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On Jingyang Ridge, he helped Wu Song kill a tiger with three punches. On Xunyang Tower, he allowed Song Jiang to write a poem to rebel.
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Songs and dances accompany you, and beauty keeps you company. It inspires poetic sentiment and makes writers bold.
Zhang Qiurui's composition made Xin Zhao's blood boil. Although there was no mention of wine in every sentence, every word was about wine.
What flows between the words is not the fragrance of ink, but the rich aroma of wine, which seems to be able to penetrate the paper and reach people's hearts, making people involuntarily intoxicated by it.
The composition introduces ancient people and witnesses the lofty ambitions, joys and sorrows that were born out of wine.
She seemed to see Liu Ling drunkenly reveling in a bamboo forest, carefree and uninhibited. The poet Li Bai, toasting to the moon, his shadow and he becoming three, his detached and carefree demeanor evoking a yearning. Cao Mengde, wielding his spear, composed poetry with a commanding aura, and at the Hongmen Banquet, the tension was even greater, his heroic spirit on full display.
On Jingyang Ridge, Wu Song, under the influence of alcohol, killed a tiger with three punches. His bravery and fearlessness were so amazing that everyone applauded.
There is also singing and dancing, accompanied by fine wine, and literati and poets use wine to express their emotions freely.
Wine became the source of their inspiration and a good medicine to boost their courage, allowing them to express their poetic ideas and literary thoughts in an endless stream.
After reading this composition, Xin Zhao couldn't help but sigh, his heart filled with indescribable excitement and emotion.
She had never imagined that wine could have such a profound impact on people's lives and be so vividly expressed in words.
She never thought that a junior high school student could write such a profound and culturally rich composition, cleverly incorporating legendary figures and stories related to wine throughout history into the composition, making the entire article full of vivid images and a profound sense of history.
"Editor-in-Chief Xin, is this student's composition well-written? Are you reading it so intently?" The invigilator at the side asked in a low voice after seeing Xin Zhao absorbed in reading the composition of the student who handed in the paper early.
"You'll know after you take a look." Xin Zhao came back to his senses and handed the composition written by Zhang Qiurui to the teacher.
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