Sister, you miss me

On the morning of October 8th, Yang Feng ushered in their first class in college. This was a big class. In the lecture hall, there was a lecture hall with five hundred people.

For the four of Yang Feng, if it weren't for Qin Xue's pre-occupation, there would be no place to sit.

Park Zhongsheng was placed in the seat next to Su Qinxin, and this unpromising rammer almost fainted happily.

Although Yang Feng has just started college, Yang Feng has also heard about the big classes in the university. The so-called big classes are taken together in several classes, and even classes of different majors are mixed together. The freshman and the second stage, Chinese, advanced mathematics, English, etc. , Still belongs to the basic course.

This kind of big class is often chaotically managed, and the teacher is too lazy to call the names. It all depends on the mood of the students.

Yang Feng knew that this was a college Chinese class.

But it is obvious that this class is extraordinary.

Because not only the classroom is full of seats, there are classmates lying at the door and even the window. If freshmen are more courageous, many boys and girls at the door are obviously mature and sophisticated, and they don't seem to be freshmen.

Yang Feng turned his head and asked a boy with deep myopia glasses next to him: "Classmate, is this class so popular?"

The boy gave Yang Feng a glance and shook his head: "You are not a local at the first glance. Today is Professor Ruan's class."

"Professor Ruan?"

"It's normal if you don't know, but I knew him when I was in junior high school. He is my idol and my motivation for learning Chinese."

"Can you tell me the point?"

"The point is that it took him four years to get a PhD in Chinese. Then he went abroad and entered Cambridge to study foreign literature in depth. It is said that in order to read foreign classics without barriers, he spent two years studying English, French, Japanese, and English. He came back from his studies in German, Russian, Italian, Arabic, Latin and many other languages. Four years later, he returned from his studies and served as a professor and doctoral supervisor in the Chinese Department of our school.

"It looks pretty awesome."

"Of course he is awesome. He is not yet forty years old. But last year, he was absorbed by the National Academy of Social Sciences and became an academician. He has unique insights into Chinese and foreign literature and created many beautiful proses and poems. He is called Xu Zhimo. second."

"After a long time, who is he?"

"Shhh—he's here."

A man with a separate head, wearing a cyan Confucian shirt and glasses with myopia walked into the classroom, and the lecture hall was suddenly silent.

"Ruan Bozhi?"

"So you know?"

"It turned out to be the son of Principal Ruan, maybe it's a mere manifestation, I directly suspect that he walked through the back door."

"You...you are simply insulting my idol." The man with glasses clutched his chest, heartbroken.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, listen, your idol has started to talk."

Ruan Boshi took a folding fan and stood on the podium. He was indeed extraordinary.He topped his glasses with a fan, easily found Yang Feng in the crowd, and then smiled slightly.

"Oh my God!" The man with glasses next to Yang Feng murmured, "Classmate, have you seen it? Professor Ruan is smiling at me!"

Yang Feng slightly despised him, and saw Ruan Boshi put the folding fan on the podium and said: "Hello everyone, new students, welcome you to be a member of the Beiqing University family. My name is Ruan Boshi. I am a literary. Dean of the branch, professor of Chinese language, and doctoral supervisor, we will all spend at least four years together."

"Today is your first class in university. The first class is Chinese. As a literary educator, I am honored to be a literary educator. But today, I don't want to follow the text." Ruan Boshi smiled and shook his head. "Pinch finger Calculating, everyone has read for 12 years from elementary school to junior high school to high school. If you add kindergarten and preschool, it is 14 to five years."

"If these ten years of hard study are just for a diploma, how can we be worthy of our childhood and our youth?"

"If learning becomes an interest, literature becomes a hobby, reading a good book is like swimming in a literary hall, reading a single word, and experiencing an unforgettable love, experiencing a cycle of life and death, then learning is still a hard job ?"

"I don’t call myself a teacher. I have no prioritized learning. I believe that some students here can be my teachers, at least in a certain field. Therefore, I hope to be friends with everyone. , We read together, research together, and share together."

When Ruan Boshi said this, the lecture hall became silent inside and outside, and Yang Feng had to re-examine Lele's father.

This man with countless auras on his head does not seem to have the arrogance and arrogance of a literati, but he can hardly hide his chic and open-mindedness.

On the stage, Ruan Boshi continued to talk freely: "Literature naturally uses words as the carrier. Then, what was the purpose of mankind's initial creation of characters? Of course, it was for memorizing, so the writing at that time cannot be called literature, literature, Must contain feelings."

"Legend, our characters were made by Cangjie, so who made the characters of other countries?" Ruan Bozhi smiled and shook his head: "Actually, we don't need to study the origin of characters. That is not our field. We just use The precious wealth left by good ancestors is enough."

"Speaking of literature, from the "Guo Feng" and "Li Sao" of the pre-Qin Dynasty to the various fus of the Qin and Han Dynasties, then, the Tang poems, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, Ming and Qing novels. Five thousand years of human civilization, two thousand years of cultural heritage, ancestors gave I left behind the cultural treasures of Canruo Xinghe."

"We are the descendants of the Chinese nation, and we have our own long and splendid culture. What is patriotism, and what is patriotism? As a cultural educator, all I can do is to take the essence and discard the dross. The culture is very well inherited and carried forward..."

The applause rang out for a long time regardless of the inside and outside of the classroom.

Ruan Boshi smiled and pressed his hand: "What I just said is a little excited, please forgive me, I am not an angry or literary youth, but when I mention our culture, I will be sincerely proud and I can't help but want To express that kind of respect, the opening remarks a little too much..."

"nothing."

"It doesn't matter."

"We like to listen."

The classmates made a kind call.

Ruan Bozhi said: "Classmates, because of the relationship between age and education experience, I think the Chinese literature you know is mainly based on Tang poetry, Song Ci and modern literature, isn't it?"

The answer he got was "yes".

Ruan Bozhi continued: "In the old society, children used the "Sanzi Jing", "Disciples Regulations", "Hundred Family Names" and so on for their enlightenment education. Did you learn these when you were young?

"No." The students said in unison.

"However, as far as I know, the current elementary schools have added these things again and turned them into tools for enlightenment education. The Confucianism of the Chinese nation for two thousand years is nothing more than loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and trust. This word is precisely contained in it. This is the essence of the spiritual quality of the Chinese nation. Not only should it not be lost, but it should also be used as a school to instill in children when the three views have not formed and the personality has not been established."

"Why colonizing a nation and enslaving a nation needs to start with culture, because culture is something rooted in the soul of a nation. Once its own culture is replaced, this nation will basically die out."

"Because of time, I won't talk about these empty things today. Come down and interact with my classmates." Ruan Bozhi glanced at everyone and said: "Tell me about your favorite poems and songs, or famous works in modern literature. You can say a famous sentence or two, or you can summarize it. You can raise your hand if you want to say it.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, unforgettable without thinking, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say sadness."

"The silkworms run out when the silkworms die, and the wax torch turns into gray and tears begin to dry."

"Last year, today, in this door, the human face was red, and the human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze."

"Luohua is independent, and the Swifts fly together."

"Zhu Ziqing's "Back View"."

"Gorky's "Haiyan"."

"I walked quietly, just as I came quietly, I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud of clouds..."

"Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane"."

"There is a swing in the wall, and there is a road outside the wall. Outside the wall, the beautiful lady in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually fades away, and the passion is always ruthlessly annoyed.

The students scrambled, enthusiastic, and even the students outside the door made speeches.

Ruan Boshi pressed his hand: "The students are worthy of our Beiqing University students. All of them have profound cultural heritage. It is gratifying. Today, because of time constraints, I will ask the last student to talk about his favorite. Words and chapters, and then everyone analyzes."

All of a sudden, students who had not spoken raised their hands.

Ruan Boshi smiled faintly: "Students, everyone should have heard of the highest score in this year's college entrance examination-classmate Yang Feng. He is sitting among us. Maybe everyone is not unfamiliar with him, but you may not know his composition. But full marks."

Ruan Bozhi's time to speak, countlessly looked towards Yang Feng.

The man with glasses next to Yang Feng was quite uncomfortable: "Hey, what do they see me doing?"

Yang Feng curled his lips, this spectacle classmate felt very good about himself.

"Now, let us welcome Yang Feng to speak with warm applause." Ruan Bozhi said loudly.

Qin Xue, Wang Bingqian, Jiang Zengyue, Wang Datong, Park Zhongsheng, and Jinzishan all took the lead in applauding, and then there was applause in the classroom.

Seeing Ruan Bozhi's eyes burning, Yang Feng shook his head helplessly. He asked why Professor Ruan likes tossing acquaintances so much. He didn't ask if we were happy?

Although thinking like this in his heart, Yang Feng stood up and bowed first to Ruan Boshi, and then bowed in all directions.

"You... are you Yang Feng?" The man with glasses next to him held his glasses, speaking incoherently.

"Professor Ruan, dear students, the college entrance examination is a coincidence. It is in the past tense. Don’t mention it. When talking about literature, it used to be mainly for exams. Of course, there are many words that touch the soul. Memorize a few Tang poems and Song lyrics that you like."

The classroom suddenly became quiet.