Explaining ancient texts has always been Lao Liao's forte, but people's memory is limited after all, and he did not prepare in advance, so he could only recite the text first as expected in advance: "Everyone pay attention, "Lisāo" has gorgeous rhetoric and neat rhyme, just like music, and you must read the beauty with deep feelings. I'm going to read it to you, eh...... Emperor Gaoyang's seedlings are descendants, and the emperor is called Boyong. Well...... Seti Zhen is in Meng Xi, and only Geng Yin and I surrender. Huang Lanyu is the first to be Xi, and Zhao Xiyu is famous: cough...... The name is said to be regular, and the word is said to be Lingjun. ”

It is neither suppressed nor frustrated, and the tone is flat and stiff, and sometimes there are mood words such as "uh" and "oh", which destroys the overall beauty and is weird and ugly. As a literary expert, recitation should be a basic skill, which includes the four tone transitions of the Chinese language, and must be pronounced clearly, so that the poems are coherent and concrete, and this is called recitation. According to this standard, what Mr. Liao just read is similar to reciting a mantra.

A person's life can be seen from the age of three, and a class can still draw a final conclusion from the performance of the first few minutes, Guo Yongsheng saw that the teacher was only a third-rate level, and he already had the idea of withdrawing from his sleeves, and he didn't do it for the sake of Gong Xuelin's face, Rao is so, and still secretly regretted that an hour's precious time was wasted, and his impression of Lao Liao was reduced to the lowest point.

Liao Xuebing still went his own way, spent nearly ten minutes to read a large section of "Lisāo", and even reveled in it, shaking his head, holding a book in one hand and slightly behind his back with the other, pacing around on the podium, his face and eyebrows fluttering, proud, reading the happy place, and paused, before the reaction of the people in the stands continued to recite down, if it was a change of robe. A teacher in a private school.

The students of the second class of the second year felt deeply ashamed. Especially Murong Lanluo, she couldn't help but have a fever on her face, and she covered her face with a textbook and didn't want to look at it. Chen Younian whispered: "Really, I don't know this person, where did he come from? Ye Yuhu was deliberately covering his mouth and snickering to create a comedic effect. Su Feihong was at a loss, thinking that the teacher was insane.

The pen in Gong Xuelin's hand cut through several layers of notebook paper, why did the principal arrange an expert inspection team to audit the garbage teacher's lesson? This extremely wrong decision will cause the tulip's reputation to be seriously damaged. They go out into the society to preach that they want to recruit more students next year?

Guo Yongsheng and the others looked at each other. Tulip High School's teaching standards are so poor that it's incredible. First, recitation takes up a lot of class time, second, it is very difficult to read, and even cancels out the interest of many students to continue learning, and third. Lack of interaction with students, and fourthly, he doesn't look like a teacher, but like a jobless vagrant with nothing to do...... If you analyze it carefully. There are too many shortcomings, they have inspected dozens of schools in the past few days, and they have really never met such a superb teacher.

Wu Chūn Xing raised his hand to interrupt Liao Xuebing's teasing as if no one was around, and spoke: "Teacher, you forgot to close your zipper. ”

Lao Liao was startled and retracted back into the podium at the speed of breaking through the light. Looking down, what's the matter! It's so well pulled, it's actually been straightened! For a while, his face turned from white to red, he was extremely embarrassed, coughed, and said: "Let me explain to you the main meaning of "Lisāo". ”

The students couldn't hold back any longer, and the hall burst into laughter, and the classroom was filled with cheerful air.

The experts in the back row shook their heads and sighed. I thought to myself that there was no need to listen to this lesson anymore.

Lao Liao didn't think it was embarrassing enough, so he called Zhang Lexin's name and said: "You can answer it." What does the phrase 'even if he dies and still has no regrets?'" Several students who leaned towards him said in their hearts: "I'm afraid it's over this time, he himself reads so badly, but he still asks Zhang Lexin, who is the best learner, to answer the question, if the other party says better than him, wouldn't it be a shame for himself?"

Zhang Lexin ignored Murong Lan's eyes, and smiled: "The general meaning is like this, this is my inner pursuit and love, no matter how many times I die, I will not regret it." ”

Liao Xuebing nodded with satisfaction, and just wanted to let her sit down, but Zhang Lexin explained the whole paragraph together: "I can't be like-minded with today's people, but I am willing to bathe in Peng Xian's legacy." I wiped my bitter tears and sighed, lamenting that the course of life is full of hardships. I am but a cleanser and a self-reliant, and I am burdened by it, and I go to counsel in the morning, and in the evening I am ruined! ……”

The voice is clear and pleasant, not half sluggish, and the slightly immature voice of a little girl is used to explain this text full of bitterness and passion, which is refreshing and has a wonderful feeling.

Guo Yongsheng's eyes lit up and said, "This girl is good, but I always feel that there is something missing." ”

Di Ziche said: "Those literary explanations are still only the content that can be found in the materials, and if she can have dú lì insights, it will be more jīngcai." ”

Ideals, encounters, pains, passions, and even the magnificent poems cast by the whole life, in which the poet's distinct brilliance shines, this is the first time in the history of Chinese literature. The creation of "Leaving Sāo" is not only rooted in reality, but also rich in fantasy. ……”

Di Ziche nodded in agreement, but still said with a little regret: "The same old tune is repeated, but it's okay to say this kind of thing from the mouth of a sixteen-year-old high school student." ”

"It has been thousands of years since the advent of sāo, and later generations have commented on the treatise, and everyone has said everything, as for a little girl, there is no need to be demanding, if you are you, you may be able to say it. I have a question, why does the garbage teacher teach so good students? Is it really because of talent, and it has nothing to do with education?"

Gong Xuelin was extremely embarrassed, and wanted to slap Lao Liao to death with a brick, and said in a low voice: "That girl was transferred from another school some time ago. ”

"Oh......" everyone suddenly realized.

Later, Liao Xuebing talked about the image of the protagonist described in the poem, the characteristics of the language, and the emotions expressed in the ideological content, basically according to the script, which made people doze off when they listened, at this time he spoke quickly, and he finished talking in a while, and there were still twenty minutes before the end of class.

If you have any questions, you can recite the text in a low voice to experience the artistic conception. ”

Guo Yongsheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said loudly: "I have doubts!"

The whole class was shocked, Guo Yongsheng is a very famous person in the whole country, published several collections of commentary, known for his fierce rhetoric and spicy words, criticizing the literary and popular phenomena of the current society, criticizing the withering of talents in the cultural circle, laughing and scolding, all of which have become articles.

Since he took the initiative to accuse, it seems that Liao Xuebing's reputation will be discredited.

Gong Xuelin was happy and worried, happy that Liao Xuebing was finally going to get out, and worried that with his mouth, Guo Yongsheng might not be able to say it.

Lao Liao ignored the guidelines in "Teacher's Self-cultivation", took out a cigarette and lit it, puffed out a puff of smoke, looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "What advice does Mr. Guo have?"

"It's really disappointing that the level of education at Tulip High School has been so inferior, and it's a waste of my time that you're still a talent specially recommended by Mr. Principal. Guo Yongsheng didn't spare any emotion, and reprimanded him in front of many students, and didn't intend to give him any steps.

"Hmm, what disappointed you?"

"Do you need to talk about this? There is nothing new in the teaching, first of all, the long recitation time, the unprovoked torture of the ears, and then I don't know how to adjust the pace of the lecture, it should be fast and slow, it should be slow and fast, there are still 20 minutes before the end of the class, you have already finished the lecture, can the students learn it? Can they understand?"

Liao Xuebing knocked on the table: "Please don't get excited, this is the era of efficiency, of course you have to speak quickly." I recite the text, in order to let the students have a deeper understanding of what's wrong with this, besides, what new ideas do you need to explain an article that is thousands of years old? As long as you can read and understand and understand the meaning, it is completely sufficient, do you still let them use it to write a commentary and express their feelings? The ultimate meaning of language is not that everyone is happy to interpret words, as long as everyone can flexibly use words and express and communicate clearly, everything else is not too necessary, do you think it is necessary to engage in scientific and technological research? Do you think that in the years and months of Baguwen, Sage Kong had to dig out his mind to think about how many meanings were hidden in his words?"

Guo Yongsheng was just about to refute, but Lao Liao said again: "I have also read several of your so-called articles, which are completely deceitful and stealing the world, without any purpose, with a lot of nonsense, with no preface and afterword, and no understanding of literature and science. ”

Guo Yongsheng was so angry that he wanted to walk away, but he was afraid that he would be reprimanded and "embarrassed" after being reprimanded, so he said angrily: "Fart! What kind of literature do you know besides reading texts from your notebook?" ”

When the two tigers compete, there must be an injury, and an audit class that could have ended successfully became a debate conference, Gong Xuelin was ashamed and annoyed, and several other experts were watching the show, and they were all talking in whispers. The students who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic began to quietly place bets again. Ye Yuhu analyzed in detail: "Mr. Liao pointed out that the miracle of the deer as a horse is unparalleled in the world, and Guo Yongsheng is a critic with depth of thought, and every sentence is to the point, and the articles he has commented on either ascended to heaven or fallen to hell, it seems that the odds of winning for the two are only in the number of five or five, so it is good to open a handicap with one loss to one." ”

Cigarette butts flickered and dimmed, and mist hung over the classroom. Liao Xuebing is not a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch if they want, since you accuse me of not doing well in class, I can also make you lose face.

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