I Am the President of the University

In the classroom, Professor Huang Hong's loud and powerful voice echoed.

"If you think your motherland is not good, you should build it; if you think the government is not good, you should take the civil service exam to become an official; if you think the people are not good, you should be a high-quality citizen from the beginning. ; If you feel that your fellow citizens are ignorant, learn from you and change the people around you, instead of swearing, complaining, and fleeing.”

"Hengmei coldly pointed to thousands of husbands, bowing his head and willing to be a ox. The place you stand is your China; what you are, China will be what you are; what you are, China is what you are; if you are bright, China will not be dark. !"

The lectures also gradually came to an end as time passed.

Professor Huang Hong suddenly stopped and looked out the window with his head.

It seems that the originally gloomy weather has finally begun to have light, and the sun is showing little by little.

The light may be late, but it will drive out the darkness.

A burst of joy came from the bottom of my heart, and a bright smile appeared on Professor Huang Hong's face. Looking at the students in the audience, she seemed to be looking at her own children, her eyes soft.

Maybe they will not fully understand some of the words today, but this will be a seed planted in their hearts, and at a certain moment, it will sprout and then thrive.

"The lecture is almost over. Finally, I miss a message from Mr. Lu Xun to all the students here!"

The students below, as well as the students who stood motionless outside the classroom for fear that a sound would disturb the teacher, were all calm and waiting for the last moment.

Professor Huang Hong's lecture was rhythmic, and the words contained rich emotions, which were very contagious. At first, some students were playing with their mobile phones, but when they heard the back, the mobile phones in their hands felt unpleasant, and they all raised their heads and listened to Huang Hong. Professor Hong's speech.

"May all Chinese youth get rid of the air-conditioning, just walk up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves. Do things that can do things, and speak up when they can make a sound. A little bit of heat and a little bit of light will make a firefly, or a little bit in the dark. Light, you don't have to wait for the torch."

"If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light!"

"The above is my speech today, thank you all the students and teachers for your support, thank you!"

The voice stopped, and Professor Huang Hong bowed to the crowd.

There was no applause in the classroom for the first time, as if he was still shocked by Professor Huang Hong's words.

"Clap clap clap!"

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and then I don't know who was the first to applaud, and then the whole classroom and the corridor outside the classroom, there was a burst of non-stop applause like a flood!

Seeing this, Huang Hong was also relieved, his face was relieved, and then he was a little moved.

She did not disappoint Principal Chen Hao's invitation to visit the cottage, nor did she live up to the presence of these students in the audience.

Then, her eyes turned to Chen Hao in the first row.

Because the other party is getting up and walking towards the stage.

Chen Hao walked up to Professor Huang Hong and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Professor Huang, your speech is really good. I'm already looking forward to your speech next week."

"President Chen is over-acclaimed, and I have shortcomings." Professor Huang Hong said humbly.

"Professor Huang, you're tired after talking for so long, why don't you sit down and rest? I'll give my classmates a few last words." Chen Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm also looking forward to your speech, Principal Chen." Listening to Chen Hao's words, Professor Huang Hong suddenly became interested, smiled and handed the microphone to Chen Hao, then walked to the first row.

After Professor Huang Hong was seated, Chen Hao picked up the microphone and glanced at Huang Hong first, and then raised his voice to the students: "Do you think Professor Huang's speech is good?"

"Okay!" The students shouted directly without thinking.

"Then let's give Professor Huang Hong another round of applause, shall we?!" Chen Hao smiled directly.

"Clap clap clap!"

The loud applause sounded again, causing many passing students to stay curiously and look over.

Professor Huang Hong sat in his seat and smiled helplessly while watching this scene.

After applauding, Chen Hao gradually restrained the smile on his face, and said slowly to the crowd:

"Students, there is no shortage of experts, no shortage of authority in the world, but a 'person' - a person who is willing to give himself. When you help others, please remember that medicine is sometimes exhausted, only those who do not Desperate love can illuminate a suffering soul."

"This passage is a passage once said by Mr. Wu Mengchao, a well-known expert in hepatobiliary surgery in my country and an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I would like to ask if anyone knows who Mr. Wu Mengchao is?"

Chen Hao looked around at everyone, no one dared to raise his hand wherever his eyes went.

Finally, a trembling hand was raised.

Chen Hao was finally relieved, and smiled encouragingly at the classmate, "This classmate in a white T-shirt, tell me what you understand."

Feeling the attention from the audience, the classmate lowered his head timidly, took a deep breath, and finally managed to speak.

"I, I am from Minqing County, and I come from Academician Wu's hometown, so I know a little bit about it. Academician Wu is the pioneer of liver surgery in China, and is known as the "Father of Chinese Hepatobiliary Surgery". "

"Headmaster, I-I know this." The boy in the white T-shirt blushed and looked a little helpless.

"It's great to know that, just sit down."

After Chen Hao comforted him, he turned to the crowd.

In fact, he was a little sad in his heart. Academician Wu Mengchao often heard about it even when he was in the beautiful country, and he admired Mr. Wu.

Academician Wu is a native of Minqing, Hu province. More than 50% of students at Guanghua University are from this province. Even Mr. Wu doesn't know about it, let alone some scientists from other provinces.

Patriotic education is imminent!

"Academician Wu was born in 1922 and is 98 years old this year. Do you know when Academician Wu retired?"

Chen Hao's voice was a little low, even a little heavy.

"Academician Wu retired last year, and an academician who won the National Highest Science and Technology Award did not retire until he was 97 years old, and do you know that Academician Wu was still performing surgery in the operating room on his 96th birthday?! "

"The doctor's benevolence, a great doctor, not only moves the world with his medical skills, but also moves the world with his benevolence. Although I have never met Mr. Wu, I can feel the aura of love exuding from Mr. Wu. This kind of love is right The love of business, the love of life, the love of everyone around you.”

"I also hope that this kind of love can be passed on to all the students here!"

A 96-year-old old man, and still sticking to the hospital operating room on his birthday, what a mind and noble quality!

Chen Hao thought he couldn't do it to this extent, so his admiration for Mr. Wu was even deeper.

The classmates below were also ashamed, such a character, and many of them are from Wu Lao's hometown of Minqing, and they didn't even know this, which was even more mocking.

"Let me tell you about the two dreams of Grandpa Yuan Longping!"

ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

I can't swipe Douyin anymore. It's all the videos of Grandpa Yuan Longping. It's still very uncomfortable... I don't know if there are any classmates in Changsha, I'm really envious! If I were in Changsha, I would be able to mourn Grandpa Yuan.

Grandpa Yuan's farewell ceremony was held at 10 o'clock this morning, and it was pouring rain here in Fuzhou. Are the tears left by God for the death of Grandpa Yuan and Grandpa Wu?

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