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Chapter 11 Zhu Ziqing: "Spring"

"System: When you read prose, your prose writing experience +1."

"System: When you read prose, your prose writing experience +1."

"System: When you read prose, your prose writing experience +1."

Looking at the experience data constantly displayed in the system, Chen Yi was a little confused.

According to the numbers on the system, he has accumulated 500 points of prose writing experience.

But the "Complete Collection of Chinese Prose" still only shows the two previous articles, namely "The Feet of the Creeper" and "The Peanut".

This made Chen Yi lose direction all of a sudden.

Of course, the main thing is the prose contest and the last PK.

Chen Yi was still very excited about the 5000 yuan reward for the championship.

After all, although the sales of "Nine Transformations of the Golden Body" are good, up to now, he has not received even a royalties.

At this time.

The head teacher, Teacher Zhang, who also teaches modern Chinese language and literature, called Chen Yi.

Chen Yi came to Teacher Zhang’s office.

Saw Chen Yi coming in.

Teacher Zhang poured a glass of water for Chen Yi: "Classmate Chen Yi, sit down and drink water."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"Thank you for that. The prose you wrote recently opened the eyes of our Bauhinia teachers. Especially the "Peanuts" you wrote, the language is simple, and it looks like it was written by a primary school student. But it is such simplicity. Words, but it is incomparably touching.”

"Teacher Zhang praised me."

"You're being humble, aren't you? There's one last Pk. How about it? Do you have any ideas for the next essay?"

"No."

Chen Yi shook his head.

It can’t be said that I have no ideas at all.

After reading so many essays in recent days, he vaguely felt that he had made some breakthroughs.

But I just can't catch it.

"Why, talk to Teacher Zhang."

"This one……"

After thinking about it, Chen Yi asked, "Mr. Zhang, I want to ask, what is prose?"

"You didn't pay attention to the lecture, did you? It was taught in the previous classes."

Although Chen Yi asked this question, Teacher Zhang still answered: "Prose is a narrative literary genre. Since the Six Dynasties, in order to distinguish prose from verse and parallel prose, this kind of prose article has been called prose. Later, he It also refers to literary genres other than poetry.”

"Teacher Zhang, I have an idea."

"Tell me."

"Although prose is meant to distinguish poetry, can we write prose in a poetic way, or turn prose into poetry?"

"Your idea is a bit special. Some scholars have tried it before, but as time goes by, many people have turned prose into poetry, or into long poems. But prose has its own characteristics. Although it can be turned into poetry, He is not a poet."

Chen Yi was thoughtful.

"Oh, don't think about it. This kind of thing cannot be figured out in a short while. If you think about it clearly, then you may become a master in the literary world. Let's talk about you. I heard that you rented a house?"

"Teacher Zhang, I'm afraid that writing in the middle of the night will disturb my classmates."

"I know what you mean. But young people, don't stay up late every day. Teacher Zhang believes in you. God will not treat a talented person badly."

Looking at Chen Yi, Teacher Zhang has great expectations for Chen Yi.

This made Chen Yi startled.

Immediately, Teacher Zhang's care for me emerged in my mind.

But at that time, Chen Yi had not awakened the memory of his previous life, so he had some second-guessing.

Now that he has been living for two generations, Chen Yi felt warm in his heart and said excitedly: "Teacher Zhang, you said you want to treat me to dinner?"

"what?"

Teacher Zhang was taken aback.

But Chen Yi continued: "Teacher Zhang, I remember last time you said you would give me a box of milk. Do you still have it? The doctor said that I am still in the process of growing..."

"Pfft..."

Teacher Zhang couldn't help but laugh and said: "Chen Yi, your thinking is too out-of-the-box. Teacher Zhang can't keep up."

"Teacher Zhang, if you don't know what you say, you can't count."

"Stop talking, I'll beat you if you keep talking. Take the one at the door away quickly."

"Okay, okay."

Chen Yi stood up quickly, lifted the milk at the door, and said: "Teacher Zhang, remember me if you get any benefits in the future. By the way, what you just said was so good, I like Teacher Zhang Please encourage me more. In the past, it was mainly because I had too low self-esteem and was a little embarrassed to get along with others." "What about the future?"

"Instead of feeling sorry for myself in the future, I just want to become thicker-skinned."

"There is no formality. Go away. There will be no benefits in the future. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Watched Chen Yi leave.

Teacher Zhang unconsciously laughed again.

I thought I would spend some time enlightening him.

did not expect.

This guy seems to be a different person from before.

After thinking about it.

Teacher Zhang unconsciously said: "However, this is great..."

……

[System: If you understand the essentials of prose writing, you will be rewarded with the "Collected Prose of Zhu Ziqing", a complete collection of Chinese prose. 】

So you understand?
Chen Yi thought about the conversation with Teacher Zhang and was thoughtful for a moment.

At the same time.

At the prompt of the system.

"The Complete Collection of Chinese Prose" no longer has only two articles, but a series of works by Mr. Zhu Ziqing.

in this one.

The first article is "Spring" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing.

[Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching.

Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes.The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing. 】

After just reading it once, Chen Yi recited the prose completely.

In fact.

Chen Yi could memorize it in his previous life.

Read it again now.

That feeling is like a spring breeze blowing.

It seems that what Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote was not about spring, but about bringing spring to the world.

Chen Yi picked up his pen and prepared to write down this prose silently.

He is going to take this article to participate in the final competition of Bauhinia University Essay Contest.

the other side.

Lu Shengzhe, a classmate who was promoted twice, was sharing his writing experience with his classmates: "Actually, I don't have much experience in prose. I just want to read more and write more."

"Sage, who do you think will be the final winner of this prose contest?"

"Well, how could I know?"

"Sage, aren't you very confident?"

"I am confident, but you don't know that there is also a classmate named Ye Qingqing, who is my strongest competitor. Of course, besides Ye Qingqing, some other classmates are also very good. For example, …”

Lu Shengzhe looked at it, spotted Chen Yi, and said, "Just like Chen Yi, as you know, Chen Yi has also been promoted twice."

side said.

Lu Shengzhe walked up to Chen Yi, patted Chen Yi on the shoulder and said, "Chen Yi, you are awesome. You have qualified for the prose competition twice. What did you write this time?"

"It's "Spring"."

"Spring, spring of spring?"

"Correct."

"What is there to write about in spring? Let me tell you, prose is no longer what it used to be. Prose needs to be deep, sentimental, and innovative. I don’t know how many people have written about things like spring. Even if we don’t Even if I write, I won’t be able to come up with much new ideas, what do you think?”

"Makes sense."

"Yeah, you see you agree with what I said. So, fellow students, don't bury yourself in writing, think more, read and think more. Come on, come on, classmate Chen Yi, let me read what you wrote Yes, let’s talk about it together.”

"This, I haven't finished writing it yet."

Chen Yi put the notebook away.

"Look, Chen Yi... we are all classmates and we won't let you read it. But it's okay. I read the article you wrote before. It's still pretty good. Anyway, keep going."

"Ok."

Chen Yi nodded.

(End of this chapter)