When I was in college, because my English teacher taught many classes, I often asked several classmates to help me correct my papers. Once, I was asked to help with the English test paper, and English finally became a composition. Generally, the person in charge should read through the whole paper to see whether the sentences are fluent and whether there are any mistakes in grammar. Then there is whether the roll surface is clean and the typesetting is reasonable. I was a little sleepy and rough when I corrected the paper. One composition was rated as neat and reasonable in layout, and I got 25 points (out of 30). As a result, I was severely criticized by the teacher after reviewing: only the first four sentences of this composition were written by the candidates themselves, and the rest were copied. From now on, I don't have to judge English as an English teacher.
When we were in primary school, what we wrote most was my father, thinking of a job and so on. By the way, once after Arbor Day, the teacher asked everyone to write a composition about planting trees. One of my classmates wrote at the beginning: Arbor Day is coming, we are going to plant trees, some are digging holes, and when the holes are dug, we start watering, some are carrying water in buckets, and some are using pots. When the teacher looks at it, it is not good. It's too short to finish this composition. Tell him quickly: you should write more, there are not enough words. As a result, this classmate is very obedient: use the basin end, use the basin end, and end the whole L? A page and a half. I almost made my teacher cry and suddenly made him laugh when I criticized him.
In junior high school, there was a math teacher's son who didn't study all day, but he didn't make trouble. He just sleeps at his desk. Teachers usually watch too much and don't care much. As long as it doesn't affect others, he is placed in the back row. A new Chinese teacher doesn't know the situation. When he saw someone sleeping in class, he couldn't help thinking about it. The common method is to ask questions. At that time, it was the article of the oil seller. One of them is: Do you dare to make a move? Then let him translate. I woke up at my deskmate, who was not used to being interrupted from sleep. He rubbed his eyes and said, dare you pat my tongue? The Chinese teacher was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall.
Reciting ancient poems is also a time to witness real kung fu, such as cutting candles at the west window (husband and wife do it until dawn) but talking about the rain at night. If you are rich, you will help the world. These wonderful answers are often enough to laugh for a while. I really can't see them, but I can't think of an answer. It often brings happiness and vitality to the tired and boring marking time, and it is also a kind of adjustment.