Zhang Zhong flipped through it casually and found that Peng Peng's "novel" was unexpectedly long.
Pengpeng usually writes essays every day, but her essays are only two or three pages long and no more than 400 words.
In most cases, the length is only about two hundred words.
The small book Zhang Zhong was holding actually contained eight or nine pages.
The character spacing and line spacing are relatively large, but even so, these eight or nine pages can still contain thousands of words.
Of course, a thousand words is nothing to Zhang Zhong. Even if he writes by himself instead of copying, he can write several hundred words in an hour when he is slow. Sometimes, when inspiration comes, he can write three to four thousand words in an hour.
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"How long have you been writing this novel?" Zhang Zhong asked, looking at Pengpeng.
Pengpeng smiled and said, "I have been writing for two weeks."
After two weeks, this speed is normal.
And judging from the many corrections, Pengpeng must have spent a lot of time revising her novel.
"Hu Yaya and Hu Dui are two sisters. One is seven years old and the other is eight. Hu Yaya is the elder sister and Hu Dui is the younger sister. Hu Yaya is in the third grade this year and Hu is in the second grade..."
Zhang Zhong began to look seriously.
There are only about a thousand words in total, and it only took Zhang Zhong three or four minutes to read it. If there were not a lot of corrections, this time could be shortened.
Peng Peng's novel mainly tells the story of a pair of little sisters. One day on their way to school, the two sisters took a path they had never walked before in order to go faster.
Usually no one walks on this path. Apart from the dense bushes, you can also hear the miserable cries of crows.
My younger sister, Hu Duitui, was timid and wanted to pull her away after she had only taken a few steps.
As the elder sister, Hu Yaya is much more courageous and insists on taking the small road, because if she doesn't take the small road, she will be late and will be punished by the teacher. If that is the case, it will be even more terrible.
They did not encounter any danger on the path, but they encountered a magical tree hole. Out of curiosity, they entered the tree hole and saw many beautiful elves.
The elf gave them a special welcome and played with them all day.
After a day passed, the two of them remembered that they had not gone to school, and hurriedly said goodbye to the elf.
Unexpectedly, even though they spent a day playing with elves in a tree hole, the outside world did not change at all. In the end, the two of them arrived at school on time and received no punishment.
The story ends here.
Zhang Zhong felt... Actually, this short story is quite good - for a primary school student.
It certainly has many shortcomings.
In terms of plot, the plot setting of this novel is very problematic. Who would take a shortcut on a path they have never taken before just because they are late for school?
After all, no one knows where that path leads.
It might be better if this plot was replaced by two children going out to play and accidentally encountering this path.
Of course, the storyline has some special features, such as the passage of time in the elf tree cave is different from the real world, which is very science fiction-like.
Pengpeng must have written this way because that is what she thought.
She probably also wanted to meet an elf tree cave, have a group of elves play with her, and then play for a whole day without delaying school.
When I think about playing, I can still think of not delaying my studies, which is pretty good.
In terms of writing techniques and expressions, this "novel" is terrible.
The most important thing is that there is a lot of nonsense in it, such as the introduction at the beginning.
For things that can be expressed in a simple sentence, she would go into several sentences with the same meaning.
However, Zhang Zhong did not tell Peng Peng about the problems in the novel. He was actually very satisfied with his daughter's novel.
Apart from anything else, it is already remarkable that she can spend two weeks writing a novel and express roughly everything she wants to express. She is only a primary school student.
So Zhang Zhong didn't tell her anything about the story structure, expressions, or writing techniques. He just circled some misspelled words and misused words in the novel and asked her to correct them.
"You haven't mastered these words yet. I've circled them all. You can study them carefully." Zhang Zhong said.
Pengpeng nodded with some disappointment, "I understand."
She showed her father the novel she wrote with great hope, hoping to get his praise, but his father didn't say anything and only found typos in the article.
Zhang Zhong knew the reason by looking at his expression, and said with a smile, "This novel is not finished yet. Did Hu Yaya and Hu Duiye go to the tree hole again? Do the elves still know them? Will they?
Are you curious about why the time inside the tree hole is different from the time outside? Is this tree hole only known to the two of them, and no one else has ever gone in?"
When Zhang Zhong suddenly asked these questions, Pengpeng scratched her head and was at a loss, "I have never thought about these."
"But Dad really wants to know. This story is very attractive. I really want to know what happened next, but you haven't even thought about it. I'm so disappointed." Zhang Zhong made a very disappointed expression.
Hearing Zhang Zhong say that this story is very attractive and that he really wants to know the follow-up story, Peng Peng's eyes that were originally full of disappointment suddenly lit up, "Really? Dad, do you really like to read it?"
"Of course, don't you think this story is attractive?" Zhang Zhong said.
Pengpeng giggled and said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll think about it now, and I'll show it to you when I finish writing it."
"And me." Xu Yuhan said from the side, "I want to see it too."
Pengpeng became even happier, holding her head high and said, "Okay, then you wait for me."
This girl is also a person who does what she says. She took her novel back from Zhang Zhong, then ran back to her room and started writing.
Looking in the direction of Pengpeng's room, Xu Yuhan smiled and shook her head, "Is there going to be a second writer in our family?"
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "I think the possibility of her becoming a painter is higher."
In terms of talent, Pengpeng's talent in art is definitely higher than that of ordinary people. As for talent in literature, it is much more ordinary.
The reason why she is able to do what she is now has something to do with the fact that she has been writing small essays. The more she writes, she will naturally be better than the average child.
To describe it in two words, Pengpeng's artistic talent is innate, while her creative talent is something she has learned through hearing and seeing.
He looked at Xu Yuhan again, "There should be two painters in our family first."