My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

First, the host took the stage, and then the important commenters of the revision group took the stage. Among these commenters, there was an elderly man who wore a cheongsam and showed full elegance.

Wu Liubai stared intently. Xu Cong probably knew that this was Ms. Meng Qingyin.

After the host opened, the formal revision discussion began.

Regarding the existing ancient poems and essays of junior high schools and senior high schools, all the objections were taken out.

Discuss and research with your authority.

[Ding! Check-in location at Peking University (National Revision Committee)! Obtained SSS rating] [Congratulations to the host for obtaining: understandable characters, all characters can be understood (Oracle, Qiwen, engraved amulet, large seal, small seal, bird and insect book, signature, stone drum inscription) , Yujin seal, Qianxian seal, official script, cursive seal, Kedouwen, absurd seal, regular script, running script, crazy cursive, cursive script, all-pass and all-understand)]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: calligraphy mastery, writing like a god (Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengfu, Wen Zhengming, Dong Qichang, Huai Su, Su Shi, Mi Di, Zhang Xu, Huang Tingjian, with false and true)]

[Assess a crit! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Painting and calligraphy together, Miao painted Chinese painting (Gu Kaizhi, Wu Daozi, Cao Zhongda, Zhang Zeduan, Zhao Ji, Ni Zan, Wang Wei, Zhu Yu, landscape figures, flowers and birds, and the painting landscape)]

Two big rewards!

One more crit!

SSS-level assessment, the rewards are so much! It's cool!

This also means that Xu Cong has absorbed and comprehended the calligraphy and painting abilities of many ancient sages with one person.

Slowly closing his eyes, Xu Cong realized the essence of calligraphy, the marrow of Chinese painting, and the movement of his wrists.

At this moment, if there is nothing beside him, please feel that the revision discussion on stage has already begun.

Many people stood up to express their opinions. This situation is quite contending.

"My personal opinion..."

"No, no, I don't think what you said is correct! According to..."

At this time, on stage and off stage, the speeches have their own basis.

Qian Yuejiang stared in the direction of Wu Liubai and Xu Cong, anxious.

"The first revised ancient poem is very important to Xu Cong's performance! Whether or not you have any doubts about these two poems, you have to make a statement!"

"This is the best time for your appearance!"

"And the first one, whether you say it or not, is considered to be a part of it! No one cares much about what you say is good or bad!"

When Xu Cong came back to his senses, it had already been discussed by everyone. He just looked at these two poems on the big screen.

It's all Wang Anshi's "Ming Concubine"! One:

When the Ming concubine first left the Han Palace, her temples were drooping with tears and spring breeze. Wandering down and looking at the shadows, there is no color, but the king is not self-sustaining.

But when he returned, he blamed Danqing's hands, which had been in sight for a few times in his life; the origin of his mentality could not be painted, and Mao Yanshou was killed in vain at that time.

Once I go, I know that I will never return, and I am pitiful with all the Han palace clothes; I want to ask about Senan, but every year Hongyanfei.

Fortunately, Mo Xiangyi in felt city spreads the news from the family; if you don’t see you, the gate is close to Gillian, and there is no north or south in frustration in life.

Second: The Ming concubine married Hu Er at the beginning, and all of the hundreds of felt cars are Hu Ji. There is nowhere for lustful words, but the pipa knows itself.

The golden pole drew the spring breeze to play and watch Feihong persuade Hu Jiu. The maid of the Han Palace cried secretly, but the sand was looking back.

Han En is shallow and Hu En is deep, and he enjoys knowing each other in life. The poor green mound is gone, and there are still mourning strings left to this day.

After he got a general understanding, he muttered, "At the beginning, Mr. Guo Moruo said that Wang Anshi had caused a poem disaster, which led to the selection of "Ming Fei Qu", but it was not included!"

"Now continue to discuss it, do you want to include it in the textbook?"

The host saw no one standing up to express his opinion at this time, and he just stepped forward and was about to speak, but Xu Cong slowly stood up.

Wu Liubai was surprised, "Xu Cong! This is a legacy problem several times! You sit down first, don't make trouble! Let's comment below!"

The other professors and teachers all looked at Xu Cong.

The host was surprised, and he also noticed the young present. After paying attention, he never expected Xu Cong to stand up.

The closing words he was about to say were suffocated, and replaced with this sentence, "Please." Xu Cong scanned the crowd without any stage fright.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat

Everyone twisted their eyebrows, "How come there is such a show!"

Xu Cong, "You may be very unfamiliar with me, or even doubt, I feel pressured."

"But since I was recommended by Professor Wu Liubai and invited by Academician Qian Yuejiang, I think I still need to do my part."

Mentioning "Wu Liubai", Meng Qingyin on the stage noticed that Wu Liubai was there too!

At this moment, she realized that Wu Liubai's expression had changed slightly.

As for the others, the eyebrows have sunk deeper, "What's the matter with this guy? Think of this as a show?"

"Even if Professor Wu invited him, he shouldn't be like this!" Everyone questioned them more and more.

But Xu Cong went directly to the topic after a few simple sentences. Just as straight forward!

quick!

Quasi! Ruthless!

Between everyone’s disdain and doubt, the sound is like thunder, cutting through the sky! “This poem is a curse for Mr. Guo Moruo’s poem, especially these two lines: [Han En from the shallow and the Hu from the deep, life is happy to know each other]."

"Or to say [Today's betrayal of the grace of the monarch and his father to worship and be a thief is in line with Wang Anshi's meaning!]"

"Or that [Gou Xin does not know each other, the minister can betray his prince, and the wife can abandon his husband?]"

"The person who defends it has no choice but to say that [恩] in [汉自浅胡自深] refers to the relationship between men and women, and there is no such thing as a monarch or minister."

"But between me personally, this [en] relationship between men and women can be considered from a higher angle, that is, from a social angle."

"Such a verse, do junior high school students understand? High school students understand?" "Other than that, the end of this poem is not true." "Have you ever visited the Qing Tomb of Concubine Ming?"

"Actually, the concubine Ming’s grief has not survived today. What is left is the words! In addition, all of you are well-versed in ancient and modern, industry authorities, and you should know Wang Anshi very well. This is a well-known arrogant man. ."

"These two poems are a reversal of the verdict, enough to reflect."

"[The origin of the mentality was not drawn, and Mao Yanshou was killed in vain at that time.] Excused Mao Yanshou."

"[You do not see the Naga Gate closes Gillian, there is no north or south if you are frustrated in life.] This is also contrary to thinking that Zhaojun's going out of the prefecture is a tragedy."

"Also, [Han En is shallow and deep, life is happy to know each other.] Emphasis on knowing each other

"Since frustration has no distinction between north and south, how can we know each other?"

"How can we give definite translation annotations to two poems so controversial, and how should they be included in the textbooks?"

"Of course, the teachers will say that it is controversial, and the test cannot be passed. I don't know if you have heard this."

After the words fell, Xu Cong still stood calmly, and his hearty "personal opinion" made everyone admire.

Young people, it's not a modest evasion!

He didn't respond euphemistically, but even dared to speak so bluntly. Xu Cong breathed a long sigh of relief, very relaxed, thinking about what to do with so much?

I'm not here to discuss and express opinions? In Xu Cong's view, this is like a debate.

After that, Xu Cong looked down at Wu Liubai, "Professor Wu, what do you think?"

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