"Look at the dean's annotations about the Rosicrucian Order. It seems that he knows the Rosicrucian Order very well." Wang Jin said, pointing to the annotations at the back of the report.
Fengzi nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise how could the dean write "The Da Vinci Code"? And don't forget, the reason why we want to study this Rosicrucian order is because the dean told us about it during class before.
The Rosicrucian Manifesto.”
"If we had known better, we would have asked the dean beforehand, and we wouldn't have had to check many things ourselves," Yu Bi said.
Lao Qin shook his head, "I think it's better for us to do our own research. We can't rely on the dean for everything. Okay, since the dean has said so, let's write another one and try it."
…
"Dad, the teacher asked us to write diaries."
In the evening, as soon as Pengpeng got home, she shouted to Zhang Zhong to write a diary.
Zhang Zhong said a little puzzled, "Your teacher asked you to write it yourself?"
"Yeah!" Pengpeng nodded heavily.
Seeing Pengpeng nodding, Zhang Zhong was a little confused. She has just entered the second grade, does she have to write a diary?
Zhang Zhong remembers that when he was a child, the teacher only asked them to keep a diary when they were finishing third grade. It was also during the final exam of third grade that there was an extra essay question in the Chinese language test paper, and the required number of words was at least 150 words.
He remembered it very clearly because it was his first time writing a composition.
At that time, he actually didn't know much about reading. Even if he could speak a lot of things, he couldn't write them. Many words were replaced by pinyin.
Although the teaching level now is different from before, it shouldn't be so early.
For this reason, Zhang Zhong specifically asked Pengpeng's class teacher.
The head teacher told him that this was indeed the case, but the requirements for diaries were not high. He was just in second grade, and he could just write one sentence a day.
After receiving the response from the class teacher, Zhang Zhong also knew the general situation and said to Pengpeng, "Can you complete the tasks assigned to you by the teacher independently?"
Pengpeng said very confidently, "It's okay."
"Okay, go ahead and write it. When you're done, show it to dad."
"Well." Pengpeng took the notebook and went to his room, but he turned back halfway and asked Zhang Zhong, "Dad, the teacher said that you are the best writer in the world. Is this true?
"
Zhang Zhong shook his head, "Dad is not the best person in the world at writing, and there is no person in the world who is the best at writing. The so-called composition is just a way to express one's thoughts, just like talking. Everyone
The things expressed are different, and the methods of expression are also different.”
"Did the teacher lie to me?" Pengpeng asked.
"The teacher is not lying to you, she is also expressing her feelings. Just like you sometimes say that grandma is the best grandma in the world, because grandma is the best grandma in your heart, but this does not mean that other grandma
She is not a good grandma."
"Oh, I understand, is it because the teacher likes the composition you wrote?"
Zhang nodded and said, "That's right, go ahead and write a diary. Write what you want to write, just like you usually draw."
"Well, I know."
…
An hour later, Pengpeng was still sitting at the desk scratching his head and ears. Zhang Zhong walked over and asked, "How was your writing?"
Pengpeng turned around, frowned and said, "Dad, writing a diary is so difficult."
"Can I see your diary?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Pengpeng nodded, "Okay, dad, please take a look."
Zhang Zhong stretched his head to look and saw a line of words written on the notebook - and pinyin.
He tried to read: "Look for today..."
"This is me, dad, don't you even know this word?"
Before Zhang Zhong could read a few words, Pengpeng corrected him.
After hearing his daughter's words, he took a closer look and found that he really didn't see anything on it. Wasn't this just what he was looking for...
"What about your side?"
"What?"
"There is a stroke on it, and there is a stroke on my character." He also opened the dictionary and pointed at my character and said, "Look, is this the same as what you wrote?"
Seeing the words in the dictionary, Pengpeng patted his forehead and said, "Oh, that's it. Then I'll add it."
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and added a stroke on top of the word "Zhun", which became the word "我". In fact, it was not originally the word "Zhun", because the word "Zhun" was not the same as "我" except for one stroke and the horizontal line in the middle.
"That's right now, write me ten times later." Zhang Zhong said.
"Oh -" Pengpeng agreed reluctantly.
Zhang Zhong ignored her and continued to read the diary: "I am... I can't write today, right? I will find it for you later and write it ten times."
"Okay, if I had known earlier, I would have looked it up in the dictionary." Pengpeng pursed his lips.
"That's right, since you can't write well, why don't you look it up in a dictionary? A gentleman's nature is not different, he is good at fake things. If you don't know how to use a ready-made dictionary, who can blame you?"
"Dad, what do you mean by that sentence?"
"It means that a gentleman's qualifications and temperament are no different from those of ordinary people. It's just that a gentleman is good at using external things. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand, but I'm not a gentleman, I'm a girl."
"I'm still a boy." Zhang Zhong said through gritted teeth.
"Isn't it?" Pengpeng opened his eyes wide and asked with confusion on his face.
Zhang Zhong rolled his eyes and said, "Write the word gentleman ten times in a while."
…
On September 5, the French Ministry of Culture contacted Zhang Zhong and expressed the hope that Zhang Zhong could be awarded the French Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters and asked for his opinion.
The French Knight of Arts and Letters is not something special. Many people in the country have received it, and among them, more people in the film and television industry have received this medal, but the number of writers is smaller.
And in fact, there are also officer's honors and commander's honors above the honors.
To Zhang Zhong, this medal is no big deal.
Moreover, the medal awarding ceremony had to be held at the embassy in Shanghai, and he had to make a special trip for it, which always felt a bit troublesome.
However, the other party said that the time of the conferment ceremony can be chosen at will. As long as it is within this year, it can be any day. Just inform the embassy in advance.
In this case, Zhang Zhong did not refuse and agreed to the matter.
As for the conferring ceremony, he didn't have time recently. He had to wait until he was busy. If he had to go to the Magic City for something, it would be best to complete the conferring ceremony.
In fact, Zhang Zhong has rejected many awards in the past two years, all of which are not very popular.
However, if a certain award does not require anyone to receive it, he will not refuse it directly. He will ask someone to receive it on his behalf, or he can just send the trophy or something.
If he were to receive every award, he might not be able to rest for 365 days a year. He would either be receiving the award or on the way to receive the award.
He has won not only awards in the literary world, but also awards in the film and television industry. The last Academy Award for "Ten Little Indian Boys" won the Best Screenplay Award, and it was Wen Jinjiang who helped him receive it. The trophy is still with Wen Jinjiang.