Wu Mei bit the tip of the pen and looked at the draft book, more than 800 words, you have to have a sense of truth, more than five idioms, is this writing an essay or writing a report?

Isn't writing an article just a whim, free to play, this is a dead routine, and it must not be the same when written?

Wu Mei sighed and began to write, trying to write as properly as possible, Wu Zhengsi didn't like scribbling.

Before dinner, Wu Mei can be regarded as writing out the composition, the beginning is a little difficult, but it is much easier to write smoothly in the back, she wrote more than two pages freely, if it weren't for Wu Zhengsi's suspicion, she could write a few more pages!

"Dad, I've finished my essay."

Wu Mei handed the composition to Wu Tiansi, Wu Zhengsi flipped through the book without saying a word, his eyebrows didn't move, he couldn't see what he was thinking, Wu Mei looked at him nervously, for fear that Wu Zhengsi would frown, which meant that Wu Zhengsi was not satisfied with her composition.

Wu Zhengsi didn't take much time to finish reading it, and surprise flashed in his eyes, he checked Wu Mei's homework for the first time in the past two years, and he didn't know about her writing ability, but it seems that Wu Mei's writing level is still okay, no, it should be said that it is quite okay.

"You wrote it yourself?" Wu Zhengsi asked in a deep voice.

Wu Mei's heart sank, and he nodded: "I wrote it myself." ”

"I'll take your old essays and show them." Wu Zhengsi commanded.

Wu Mei didn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he had to go back to the house and find out the previous text, Wu Zhengsi flipped through it casually, the teacher only gave three stars, and most of the other essays were three-star, very few four-star, and even less five-star.

He glanced at it, the teacher's review was in place, and there were no fewer stars, Wu Mei's essays were as bland as boiled water, and the vocabulary was also very poor, and a few idioms were not used in the whole article, there was nothing brilliant, and the teacher gave three stars for the sake of her neat writing.

But the travelogue I wrote today is very different, the writing is sophisticated, and there are a lot of beautiful words and sentences, especially some scene descriptions, anthropomorphism, comparison, metaphor, exclamation and other grammar are used, and the writing is very sensational, it is a good work, but this progress is also greater, right?

"Did you really write it yourself?" Wu Zhengsi's voice was a lot harsher.

Wu Mei sighed in his heart, terrible, he wrote so well that he forgot his previous level, no wonder Wu Zhengsi doubted it.

"I wrote it myself, because what I wrote today is a real scene, and I write it very easily, and many sentences are written naturally, and the previous ones are all made up randomly, and it is not easy to write." Wu Mei explained.

Wu Zhengsi still believes in this explanation, writing articles pays attention to revealing true feelings, Wu Mei went to Phoenix Mountain to play today, it is indeed true feelings, but-

"You made this up too?"

Wu Zhengsi flipped through the text of the old work casually and turned to an essay on the text of the old work, the title is "My Dad", and there are only three stars, and the whole article praises Wu Zhengsi, but he almost didn't blow him into the sky, Wu Zhengsi himself can't stand it, but his heart is still quite ironed, but the youngest daughter actually said that it was made up randomly?

Wu Mei followed Wu Zhengsi's finger and aimed at the title of the composition, and his heart was puffed again, and he hurriedly said: "That...... That's not made up, that's ......"

She couldn't go on, no matter how she said it, she couldn't go down, so she had to close her mouth and bow her head and pretend to be dead, but fortunately, Wu Zhengsi was in a good mood, and he didn't force her, and let her go down with a wave of his hand.

"Bring me all the essays in the future."

Wu Mei, who was relieved, tightened his strings again, his scalp was numb, and he answered honestly, secretly complaining.