A perfect score on the college entrance exam? The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng has astonis

The June sun seemed to be baking the asphalt road.

Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the examination center.

He was clutching a transparent file folder in his hand.

Inside were the exam admission ticket, two black ballpoint pens, and a 2B pencil.

He checked it seven times last night.

He looked up at the iron gate of the school.

A red banner hangs above: "Jiangcheng Examination Center for the 2014 National College Entrance Examination".

The school gate was packed with people.

Parents accompanying their children to the exam held sunflowers, symbolizing their wish for the best.

Some mothers wore cheongsams, symbolizing a successful start.

Some fathers even carried video cameras, eager to record every single detail of their children's lives, from waking up to entering the examination hall.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, his lips twitching slightly.

I've been here for three days.

Three days ago, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.

The original owner of this body was also named Chen Mo, a senior high school student who died suddenly last night while studying until 3 a.m.

Then he came.

An ordinary person who graduated from a 985 university, passed the postgraduate entrance exam, passed the civil service exam, and finally got a job at a big company.

She transmigrated into the body of a high school senior preparing for the college entrance examination.

Three days.

He only had three days to process this fact.

At the same time, they also had to search through the stack of textbooks on the original owner's bookshelf to figure out what this parallel world was testing.

Fortunately.

They share largely the same culture and similar historical context.

However, there are significant differences in literature and art—the world has lost more than half of its Tang and Song poetry.

Yuan dynasty dramas and Ming and Qing dynasty novels were completely different from what they used to be.

In the original owner's Chinese textbook.

Those passages he could recite from memory.

Some became unfamiliar names, while others simply disappeared.

"This is an opportunity."

Chen Mo realized it immediately.

He was a top student in his past life, scoring 138 points in the Chinese language section of the college entrance examination.

He relied on his excellent writing skills and solid foundation in classical Chinese.

And in the current world's examination syllabus.

Nearly 70% of those timeless masterpieces do not exist.

What does this mean?

This means that he has a world cultural heritage in his mind.

The loudspeaker at the school gate began broadcasting the admission instructions.

Chen Mo snapped out of his thoughts and moved forward with the flow of people.

Security check, ID card swiping, facial recognition, metal detection—one procedure after another.

He walked into the teaching building, found his examination room, underwent a final check at the door, and then sat down in the third row by the window.

Chen Mo placed the file bag on the corner of the table and tapped the surface lightly with his fingers.

At nine o'clock sharp, the bell rang.

The proctors began distributing the exam papers.

When the exam papers were handed out, Chen Mo first filled in his name and examination number, then took a deep breath and turned to the first page.

Chen Mo quickly glanced through it and got a general idea.

Wait until he finishes all the objective questions.

I looked up and glanced at the clock hanging on the back wall of the examination room.

10:03.

The exam is from 9:00 to 11:30, lasting two and a half hours.

He finished all the questions except the essay in 63 minutes.

It's time to write an essay.

Chen Mo turned to the last page of the exam paper and saw the essay topic.

Read the following material and write according to the requirements. (60 points)

"Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles."

Our motherland boasts magnificent natural landscapes as well as rich cultural heritage sites.

Every mountain, every river, and every city carries the memory and spirit of the Chinese nation.

Based on your observations and feelings, please write an essay of no less than 800 words, showcasing the beauty of our motherland's scenery and reflecting your insights and thoughts.

Requirements: Choose an appropriate angle, determine the theme, specify the genre, and create your own title; do not plagiarize or copy; do not disclose personal information.

Chen Mo stared at the question for about ten seconds.

Then he laughed.

He wrote four words on the draft paper—

Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng

The moment the pen tip touches the paper.

What came to mind was not words, but a painting.

That was the young Wang Bo standing on the Tengwang Pavilion.

Looking at the rushing Gan River and the lone wild goose against the setting sun, I have a thousand words to say that I must express.

Thus, he wrote the greatest parallel prose piece of all time in one go.

He was only fifteen years old when he first read "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" in his previous life.

The line "The sunset glows and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky" sent shivers down my spine.

Later, he memorized the entire text, not for the exam, but simply because—it was so beautiful.

It was so beautiful that he felt that being able to write such a sentence in his lifetime was worth dying for.

Of course, he couldn't write it.

But Wang Bo wrote it down.

Wang Bo's timeless masterpiece does not exist in this world.

Then let it exist.

Chen Mo put pen to paper.

Yuzhang, the old prefecture, Hongdu, the new capital.

The stars are divided into Wing and Chariot, and the land connects to Heng and Lu.

It embraces the three rivers and girdles the five lakes, controlling the barbarian lands of Jing and leading to the lands of Ou and Yue...

He writes very quickly, almost without thinking.

The land is rich in natural resources and treasures; the dragon's light shines upon the ruins of the Ox and the Dipper constellations. The people are outstanding, and the land is blessed with exceptional talents; Xu Ru descended from Chen Fan's couch...

When writing "The majestic city stands like a row of clouds, and its talented people shine like stars."

His writing speed unconsciously increased.

There was a surge of energy in my chest, as if something was about to burst out.

He is not Wang Bo, and cannot write lines like "The sky is high and the earth is vast, making one aware of the infinity of the universe; joy turns to sorrow, revealing the cyclical nature of fullness and emptiness."

But he can work as a porter.

The grandeur of the Tang Dynasty has been brought to this parallel world.

It was September, the beginning of autumn.

The floodwaters recede, leaving the cold pool clear; the smoke condenses, turning the evening mountains purple...

He continued writing.

My heart is filled with joy, and my spirits soar. A refreshing breeze arises from the sound of rustling leaves, and the white clouds seem to pause at the sound of a delicate song…

The entire "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" plus the last seven-character poem.

It contains more than 700 words.

He wrote each word carefully on the graph paper.

From "Yuzhang Ancient Prefecture" to "Each pouring out land and sea clouds".

When he finished writing the last sentence, he put down the last stroke and gently exhaled.

Then he glanced at Zhong.

Ten thirty-seven.

The essay took thirty-four minutes to write.

The entire exam paper was completed, and there was still nearly an hour left before the exam ended.

Chen Mo put down his pen and stretched his wrists.

He arranged the test papers and answer sheets in order.

He placed the essay answer sheet on top, then picked up the file folder and stood up.

The chair leg made a soft thud on the ground.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet examination room.

The candidates in the surrounding rows subconsciously looked up at him.

Then he lowered his head again—thinking he was just changing his posture.

But then they heard footsteps.

Chen Mo took the test paper and answer sheet and walked to the podium.

The proctor was sitting behind the podium, drinking water.

Seeing Chen Mo walk over, he was stunned for a moment, then put down his water glass and glanced at the clock on the wall.

10:38.

The exam had only been going on for an hour and a half.

"Teacher, I'm handing in my paper."

Chen Mo placed the test paper and answer sheet on the podium.

The voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet examination room, every word was clear and distinct.

The proctor raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had been an invigilator for over a decade and had seen many students hand in their papers early.

But arriving almost an hour early is indeed quite rare.

He picked up the answer sheet and flipped through it as usual.

I want to check if I have filled in my name and examination number.

Then his gaze fell on the essay answer sheet.

The densely packed squares were filled with neat, regular script.

He wasn't a Chinese language teacher, but his gaze was fixed on the first paragraph.

[Yuzhang, the old prefecture; Hongdu, the new capital.]

The stars are divided into Wing and Chariot constellations; the land connects to Heng and Lu.

[It embraces the three rivers and girdles the five lakes, controlling the barbarian lands of Jing and leading to the lands of Ou and Yue.]

[The land is rich in natural resources, its dragon light shining upon the ruins of the Ox and the Dipper constellations; its people are outstanding, its spirit is exceptional, as evidenced by Xu Ru's visit to Chen Fan's couch.]

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