Rebirth: Those Years When I Was a Bad Student

Spring, when flowers are blooming, is the best time for an outing.

At this time, the peach blossoms in Beishui County are in full bloom, and every flower is telling you that spring is here.

The school agreed that the first and second grade students could go on a spring outing.

After hearing the news, many people couldn't sit still, so they collectively wrote a letter to ask Lao Yang to go on a spring outing.

After the students' repeated pleas and various assurances, Lao Yang finally gave in and agreed.

However, one requirement was put forward: everyone needs to write a spring outing diary after returning, and the number of words must not be less than 600.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole house was filled with grief. The joy of being able to go on a spring outing just a second ago was instantly gone.

Old Yang stood on the podium, holding up his teacup, sipping his tea calmly, looking at the students below and ignoring their discussions.

"Mianmian, what do you think of Old Yang? He has to add conditions for the spring outing. Why not add something else? He insists on writing a travelogue, and it must be no less than 600 words. This is too much." Even Zheng Yue, who always loved traveling, started to complain.

"If I really have to write a travelogue, then I won't go. At worst, we can go there on the weekend or during the Qingming Festival." Zheng Yue felt that she couldn't write this travelogue anyway, and she didn't want to embarrass herself.

"Whoever wants to go can go. I'm not going anyway." Zhang Wentian's voice came from behind.

Zhang Yumianye thought that there was nothing wrong with writing a travelogue, but the required word count was a bit difficult.

After struggling for a while, Zhang Yumian raised his hand and said, "Teacher, you want us to write a travelogue. First, it is to improve our writing skills, and second, it is to let us learn to express our own feelings and describe the spring in everyone's eyes."

"But these cannot be measured by the number of words. These ancient poems can express the beautiful scenery and the poet's emotions with just a few words. Of course, we are not poets, so we certainly can't be compared with them."

"Travel notes are different from essays. Usually, essays are more for exams, and we consider more about what words and sentences are more beautiful, more unique, and more eye-catching. But travel notes need to mobilize our senses, touch, smell, etc. If you blindly pursue the number of words, what you write may not meet your requirements."

Zheng Yue was stunned, pointed his finger, and whispered, "Awesome."

Lao Yang thought that they would definitely refuse, but he did not expect that someone would negotiate with him in this way.

It is undeniable that what Zhang Yumian said is correct. If he insists on 600 words, this group of people will most likely not go.

Even if people go on a spring outing, the travel notes they submit are definitely cobbled together.

If there is no requirement for a word count, some people may only write one or two hundred words, which truly reflects their true feelings.

Finally, Lao Yang gave in. "Then let's put it this way. There is no word limit for the travelogue, but it must be written by yourself. Don't even think about copying. I don't know the level of each of you. If you find someone copying, then copy 20 sample essays for me."

“Thank you, Lao Yang.”

"Don't worry, we will write it carefully."

"Yes, it may not be very good. I hope Lao Yang can bear with it."

......

At this time, the voices in the classroom appeared again, most of which were compliments to Lao Yang.

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me. Learn more from Zhang Yumian, and read more books when you have nothing to do." Old Yang is now more and more optimistic about Zhang Yumian. Not only is he a good student, but he also has his own ideas.

"The time for the spring outing is set for this Friday. We will gather at the school gate at 8:30 in the morning. The destination is to climb Tingshan Mountain to see the peach blossoms." After saying that, Lao Yang picked up his teacup and walked out of the classroom slowly.

Zhang Wentian put his hand on Zhang Yumian's shoulder from behind and said, "Zhang Yumian, you're amazing. I thought there was no hope, but you saved our day. Although we still have to write the travelogue, it's much easier without the word count requirement. We can just write whatever we see. It's much easier."

Zhang Yumian took the hand that was on his shoulder and said, "Just don't regret it."

Tingshan is not easy to climb. She went there once when she was in high school.

There are no cars now, so you have to rely on your own two feet, but the scenery up there is pretty good.

The night before departure, Zhang Yumian began to prepare things, and by the time everything was packed, her schoolbag was already bulging.

After washing up, go to bed.

I need to recharge my batteries tonight.

They gathered at the school gate the next day. The bus had arrived and was about to take them to the foot of Tingshan Mountain.

"Mianmian, you're here. Let's sit together later." Zheng Yue came over and took Zhang Yumian's arm.

After a while, Zhang Yumian felt someone carrying his schoolbag from behind. When he turned around, it was Cheng Yao and Zhang Wentian.

When Zhang Wentian came over, he saw that Zhang Yumian's backpack was the bulgiest. He shook it with his hands when he came over, but found that he couldn't lift it with one hand, so he used both hands, "Zhang Yumian, are you carrying the rocks? This is too heavy."

Zheng Yue also noticed that Zhang Yumian's schoolbag was very bulging. She tried it and found that it was unusually heavy. She couldn't help but ask, "Mianmian, what did you pack? Why is it so heavy?" As she said that, she walked forward and prepared to open the zipper to take a look.

At this time, the monitor came over and said, "Line up one by one and get on the bus. Check to see if your deskmate is here. If not, please come over and tell us."

Zhang Yumian: "Let's go up and take a look."

Zheng Yue glanced at her own schoolbag and then at Zhang Yumian's. "Mianmian, isn't yours heavy?"

Zhang Yumian shook her head. She really didn’t feel it was heavy.

After getting on the bus and sitting down, Zheng Yue opened her schoolbag and was stunned.

Thermos, mineral water, umbrella, hat, bread, various snacks, wet wipes, fruits and a small piece of cloth.

Zhang Yumian had always wanted to go camping with her friends, but she never had the chance.

Now that she has the chance, she certainly wants to have a picnic with her good friends in the spring. She also took her mother's mobile phone, although the pixel of her mother's mobile phone is not very good, but she still wants to record this youth.

"Mianmian, you brought a lot of snacks, why did you bring a piece of cloth?" Zheng Yue was a little puzzled. You can eat snacks, so why bring a piece of cloth.

Zhang Yumian kept it a secret for now, "You'll know when the time comes."

This mysterious thing makes Zheng Yue quite curious.

There was still some time from the study to Tingshan, so the squad leader organized a singing party in the car.

I don't know who started singing "Dang" from My Fair Princess.

When the mountain has no edges

When the river stops flowing

I still can't break up with you, I still can't break up with you

Your gentleness is my greatest attachment in this life

......

Let us live in the world of mortals and live freely

Live vigorously and seize the youth

At the last moment, Zhang Yumian said to the outside of the window, "Long live youth."