Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lost?
Well said!
The contestants of Yucheng No. 2 Middle School looked excited.
Qiao Yu nodded and said slowly:
"The affairs of a country are the foundation of one person, and it is called the wind, and the things of the world are said to be elegant in the form of the wind of the four directions."
"The wind is affectionate, and the elegance is polite."
"In the poem, we can know the decline of the king, the abolition of etiquette and righteousness, and the loyalty and righteousness, and the security of the country."
"Learning poetry, positive gains and losses, righteous benevolence, positive filial piety, and taking poetry as a word is too shallow."
It's too superficial!
Six words!
Like a loud slap, Xu Xueqian's cheeks were hot and his ears and eyes were buzzing.
He opened his mouth.
I want to refute! I want to rebuke!
But the words were choked in his throat, but there was not a word, and a word could refute it.
"Please interrupt."
Suddenly.
Someone in the teacher's box stood up and interrupted the debate.
It was an old teacher who spoke.
With reading glasses, gray temples, he looks old.
"I think this classmate's answer is a bit too flattering."
He pointed at Qiao Yu:
"Elegant, Zhengye, this is good, but this range is large, what is gaining and losing, righteous benevolence, and the inclusion is too wide."
"According to what you say, learning the Four Books, learning the Five Classics, and learning poetry are the same."
"Learning poetry is lyrical expression, so I think this debate, Xu Xueqian's answer, can be used as a standard answer."
it!
The audience is already stupid!
Teacher Xu pulled the field control, and he was angry to death.
What does this mean, that there is a standard answer to the debate? You have to explain it to me today! ”
The host was stunned by this sudden situation.
Obviously, Xu Xueqian has nothing to argue.
The winner is out!
What's going on?
"Teacher Zhang, this is a debate, Gongsun Long can argue between white horses and non-horses, which makes people speechless, Qiao Yu wins the debate, he wins."
"But it's the game!"
The old teacher stubbornly spoke.
"In our poetry conference, if we let this opportunistic sophistry win, what kind of justice will we talk about in the future."
Sophism!
That's a bit serious.
Not only the teacher on the scene, but even Qiao Yu's face sank.
The director team has blown up.
"This old man is doing something." The director scolded: "This is a live broadcast!" Do you know the live broadcast? ”
Khan, assistant to the director, stayed on the script.
"Boss, why don't you put an ad on it?"
He panicked, too.
Xu Xueqian moved.
He stepped out of the debate.
He wanted to say.
He loses!
It's just that he just moved.
was intercepted by a fluttering word.
"Not sophistry."
Three words.
The advertiser who let the director's room insert the advertisement pause with his hands.
"Not sophistry."
Qiao Yu repeated again.
She has a posture like a bamboo, and her attitude is humble and polite.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he showed a sharp edge:
"Learning poetry, not righteous benevolence, not righteous filial piety, not righteous faithfulness, how to lyrical, how to speak?"
Good!
One word!
Sharp refutation!
Barge is beautiful!
The audience was boiling.
What is called being speechless!
What is called a reverse lip and tongue strike!
That's it!
The teachers couldn't sit still.
"To learn literature, you must first enter the gate of virtue, this classmate, what he said is good."
"There is no standard answer to the debate."
"This champion is well-deserved in Yucheng No. 1 Middle School."
Well deserved to be a champion!
Well deserved this honor!
Qiao Yu stood on the stage.
Questioned, not arrogant or impatient, calmly counterattacked.
This bearing.
To be admired by all.
That's what a champion looks like!
Teacher Xu clenched his fists tightly.
Qiao Xiaoyu, you are so good!
Teacher invites you to eat KFC tonight!
Please drink milk tea!