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Thirty-eight, arrived in Shanghai

Jiangshuiyuan took a slow train, and it took eight hours to go from Huai'an Prefecture to Shanghai. Fortunately, it was very humane and I bought a sleeper ticket. The whole journey was not bad. After a night, I went to the ten-mile foreign market, which was filled with gold and silver.?

Jiang Shuiyuan went to Shanghai alone to participate in the competition, but his father Jiang Youzhi felt quite conflicted. Of course, he hoped that his son could participate in such an important event, but he felt uneasy when he let his son go to Shanghai alone to participate in the competition. But what if he was not at ease? Now the high school entrance examination is about to be impatient, Chen Fangyi lives in the hospital and needs someone to take care of him. He can leave it alone and accompany his son to Shanghai to participate in the competition?

Jiang Shuiyuan seemed to have known his father's difficulties for a long time, and put the printed pages of the guide in front of him: "Dad, don't worry! I'm ready. How can I eat, drink and have fun in Shanghai? It's really not possible, isn't I still have a cell phone?"

"Okay," Jiang Youzhi had to believe in his son's ability, "But remember, if you have any questions, you must call me!"

Without my mother's advice and concern, the suitcase was obviously much lighter than when I went to Nanjing last time. The river water source dragged the light suitcase and walked out of the train station with the flow of people. Looking at the high-rise buildings around, the endless flow of traffic, and listening to the sound of the north and south, he felt confused for a moment. But soon he woke up, gently avoided the taxi driver who was attracting passengers, came to the bus stop, and took a taxi to the booked hotel.

After washing up in the hotel, after breakfast, he took the bus to the "Gengyun" magazine, which is the location of the organizing committee of the New Concept Composition Competition of Cute Cup to complete the registration procedures for the re-examination.

Previously, Jiang Shuiyuan had roughly learned that on average, more than 50,000 people who submitted a submission to participate in the New Concept Composition Competition each year, and only more than 200 people were lucky enough to participate in the rematch. Among these 200 people, fresh senior and second-year students (group a      ) accounted for 70%, senior high school students and junior high school students (group B), and 3o, young people under the age of 3 (group c        ) each accounted for 15% of them. In terms of the proportion of winning the first prize, the B and C groups were probably even lower.

Although there were only more than 200 people participating in the rematch, the number of parents accompanying the exam was beyond 500. Many people were in the whole family, and they were like immigrants, blocking the door of "Gengyun" magazine tightly. Jiang Shuiyuan squeezed for a long time before barely entering the yard. Now there was a long dragon inside, and it was probably not his turn. He was not in a hurry and took out the book "Replica Analysis: Visualization Method" and started to compete with Cauchy-Rimann Equation.

After only less than five minutes of watching, Jiang Shuiyuan felt that someone was poking his back gently. He subconsciously turned around and showed that a girl wearing glasses, not tall and dark-skinned girl was staring at him. The girl seemed to be startled by his sudden turn and asked stutteringly: "You, you are here to participate in the rematch, right?"

"..." This question is asked! Isn't that I came to participate in the re-examination? Who is stupid enough to stand in the sun and queue up to get sunbathing? But Jiang Shuiyuan still smiled friendly: "Well, what about you from Group B?"

"I'm from Group A," the girl paused for a moment, and then began to introduce herself: "My name is Yue Wenjing, from Lizhou, Chunan, and now she is in her second year of high school. Where are you from? You sound like you are from the north, so why should you be from Qilu or Central Plains?"

"Not either. I am a native of this province, but I am from Huaian Prefecture, Jiangbei. I should be considered half a northerner, right?"

"What did you write during the preliminary round?"

"The two poems, together, are less than ten lines. They were originally written and played, but somehow they submitted the manuscript, but they even entered the re-examination. I felt that I was so lucky that I could buy lottery tickets!"

"The article is natural, and I can get it by hand! It is just this kind of unintentional writing that makes people feel relaxed and happy when I read it. To be honest, I also submitted a manuscript in my first year of high school last year, but my writing style is too bad. The heroine cried and the pearls slid down when she smiled. The hero always looked up at the sky with a 45-degree look, and... Anyway, it's pretentious and childish! Now when I look back, I want to slap myself in the face, so I lost the election without any suspense."

"You are considered to be poor and change, but change is understandable, right? I personally feel that novels should be more difficult to write than poetry. Poetry usually has 180 words, and then you can just separate them with your eyes closed. It is obscure and difficult to understand, and others think you have a style! It is not enough to write novels. Not only should the words be smooth, but also the plot is also necessary to attract people. Whether it is well written can be seen at a glance!"

"No! Poetry is more difficult to write, okay? As for novels, read a few youth literature magazines, just hide at home and make fiction, it's nothing more than growth, early love, friendship, etc. The bigger your mind, the easier it is to write. But poetry is not just made up. It requires good inspiration, and it requires refined language, and organically combined to form a poem. I have also tried to write a few, and the whole article is full of adjectives and metaphors, just like taking apart lyrical prose, which is simply unsightly!"

"Didn't I tell you? You have to close your eyes when you branch. It's a decisive idea to open your eyes and think hard like you!"

"Really? I'll try it well when I go back!" Yue Wenjing narrowed her eyes into a line with a smile: "Who do you usually like to see? Or, which writer is best at imitating the style of this writer?"

Who do you like to see? This question is difficult to reach Jiang Shuiyuan. Is Sima Qian who wrote "Records of the Grand Historian" calculated? Is Tristan Nidham who wrote "Replica Analysis: Visualization Method" calculated? He turned his head and thought for a moment before answering, "There is nothing you particularly like? I usually read books in a complicated way. I read whatever I catch, and I throw it aside after reading it. I am too lazy to think about it carefully. I write things like a hammer and a stick, and finally it becomes the current four-dimensional likeness, and I don't match anyone."

"That's it! I like Guo Siming the most. I have seen all his works, and I can be moved every time I watch them. The works I participated in this competition are also imitating him, but compared to him, I always feel that there is less a bit of spirituality and melancholy smell. In fact, I come to participate in the semi-finals, and it doesn't matter whether I win the award or not. The key is to see Guo Siming. Well, he is one of the judges in this semi-finals."

"I hope you can win both the award and meet your idol." Jiang Shuiyuan always has a sense of awe for those who have ideals.

"Thank you! I saw you reading a book just now. What book are you reading? You read so relish?"

"A math extracurricular book." Jiang Shuiyuan showed Yue Wenjing the cover of the book, "It was very interesting, and the teacher asked me to finish reading as soon as possible, so I took a few more glances while I was queuing up."

"Are you a science subject?" Yue Wenjing was shocked at the time.

"Brother, you are also studying science? Let's go together!" The tall and thin boy behind Yue Wenjing came over at this time and stared at the cover of the book and said, "Repeat analysis, visualization method? I'll go, our teacher asked us to learn the calculus in "Mathematical Analysis", which was already fierce enough. I didn't expect that your teacher was even more cruel and actually asked you to learn "Repeat Analysis" by the way! Brother, are you going to participate in the mathematics competition?"

"Yes, so do you?"

"Why would you say you were a fellow traveler?" As he said that, the tall and thin boy took out a book called "Gold Medal for Mathematics in High School Mathematics" from his schoolbag, turned to a certain page, pointed to a question and asked: "Brother, help me see how to solve this problem? When I came here, I thought about it all the way, but I didn't think about how to start. I was so anxious that I couldn't sit down. If this was not solved, I was afraid that if I entered the exam room tomorrow, I would be full of this question, so what else would I write?"

Jiang Shuiyuan took the book and saw that the blank spaces below the question were densely filled with various attempts of solutions, but in the end they were all snatched away by the big "x". The few black finger marks on the sky fully proved that the owner of the book did take a lot of time on this question. Jiang Shuiyuan looked at the question and then replied: "I think this question must be solved by constructive methods."

"How to construct? Is it construct auxiliary elements, or a mathematical model, or a practical example?"

"Are you okay? If you construct a mathematical model, you can directly use the drawer principle and Chinese residual theorem to prove it. If you construct a practical example, you can use the reverse proof method to prove it. The two methods have different paths and the same destination."

"You just thought of two ways? Tell me!"

"Just talk about it here?" Jiang Shuiyuan was worried that he would be beaten to death by a group of literary youths.

"Then let's find a cool place to talk slowly? Girl, help us take a seat, and we'll go." As the boy said that, he pulled Jiang Shuiyuan to find a place to explain the exercises.
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