Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 16 What is this person's name?What is the name of this country?
"Students, before studying the works of the ancients, we must first clarify a concept!"

Teacher Zhang took out the chalk and wrote two big characters on the blackboard - ancient and modern.

"Ancient and modern are different concepts. The meanings of words in ancient classics are very different from what we recognize now. The older the works, the greater the difference."

"So, can we use today's perspective, today's meaning, to understand Confucius' remarks?"

Teacher Zhang's question was thrown out, and the students in the classroom looked at the words ancient and modern on the blackboard and fell into thinking.

The audience in front of the live broadcast room also stared at those two words and began to think.

"If we are ignorant people who only understand this sentence in a literal sense, then its meaning is: only women and villains are difficult to get along with!"

"is this correct?"

Seeing that the students were thinking, Teacher Zhang's eyes were filled with approval.

Seeing this, Confucius nodded slightly and said, "This teacher can guide students to think and understand. He is a very good teacher."

"Teacher Zhang has had a rough life and has dedicated his life to education."

Yi Ze was narrating softly from the side. At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room could also see that the blackboard seemed to have turned into a picture scroll, interpreting the teacher's life.

At the same time, Yi Ze's calm and thick voice also narrated:

"She is an ordinary teacher in Huaxia, and she forged the path for children in mountainous areas to study abroad with flesh and blood."

"She gave up her favorable living conditions and took root in poverty-stricken mountainous areas by herself. She ran around to raise funds and established the first free girls' high school in the country!"

"In the process of focusing on education, she has experienced a lot of hardships."

Yi Ze's voice became a little deeper, and at the same time, the pictures played in the scroll made everyone's hearts tremble.

A middle-aged widowed woman who has never started a family again, has no biological children, but loves orphans like a child, and devotes herself to education and charity.

A thin woman with a sallow complexion and a haggard appearance, but she persisted in raising funds for the children's home, and she was not discouraged even when faced with cold eyes from others.

In the face of insults and misunderstandings from others, she did not give up. Even if she was driven away by others, she still walked firmly on the path of faith.

In the picture scroll, Mr. Zhang's bumpy life keeps appearing in front of the audience and in front of Confucius.

The corners of the audience's eyes were moist when they saw Mr. Zhang insisting on attending classes despite illness, enduring the torment of the illness, and still persisting in tutoring the children. He was not admitted to the hospital for treatment until after the exam.

When seeing Teacher Zhang running around in order to establish a free girls' high school, but being misunderstood and insulted by others, and even let the dogs bite, blood dripping, the audience also felt very heartbroken.

In the live broadcast room, some viewers had tears in their eyes, and some viewers were filled with righteous indignation. Everyone subconsciously forgot about the main character this time, and instead focused more on the weak woman on the podium.

"Who will say anything in front of me in the future, only women and villains are difficult to raise, I will give him a punch first!"

"Pay tribute to Teacher Zhang and thank the thousands of teachers who, like Teacher Zhang, take root in mountain villages and bring hope and light to children in poor areas!"

"I have tears in my eyes. This reminds me of my teacher again. I was really bad at that time."

"Thank Huaxia for having people like Mr. Zhang. They are the ones who supported my Huaxia's backbone with their thin bodies!"

"From now on, I will never pursue stars again. Only people like Mr. Zhang are qualified to be called idols!"

The picture scroll is still going on, and Confucius' eyes are also moist as he looks at these pictures.

"When I traveled around the world, I was not understood by others, and I encountered a lot of suffering. But now, in future generations, there are also people like me. She is a real gentleman! She is not afraid of people's words and does not change her past. Aspirations, one sack of food, one ladle of drink, living in a back alley, among my disciples, only Yan Hui can compare with him."

"If Teacher Zhang can hear your evaluation of her, she will be very happy."

"That's not my opinion of her."

Confucius shook his head, "I am just an ordinary old man. I just feel her will and admire her firmness. Such a person must be great and glorious, and a true gentleman."

The scroll slowly ended. On the three-foot podium, Teacher Zhang's thin body seemed like a plum blossom that Ling Han had bloomed alone. It had experienced wind, frost, snow and rain, but it still bloomed proudly among the cliffs.

"It is a blessing for future generations to have such a teacher."

"There are many people like Teacher Zhang who are determined and selfless, and there will be many, many people in the future."

"They gave up the comfort of life, the favorable conditions, and the luxury of later generations, and took root in poor mountains and rivers."

"They are either teachers, or soldiers, or forest rangers..."

"It is they who are guarding us silently. Today's prosperous and peaceful scene does not come out of thin air. It is thousands of Teacher Zhang who work together to support us!"

Yi Ze's words were full of respect, and the picture on the blackboard also changed with his words.

Above the snowy area, the sky is covered with snow, the temperature is extremely low, and it is bitterly cold all year round.

But in this place, which is almost a restricted area for humans, troops are stationed all year round.

Young faces, dressed in thick camouflage, patrolling day and night, guarding the frontiers of the motherland all the time.

Among the mountains, there are dense forests, hot and humid all year round, and there are many mosquitoes.

In the deep mountains and old forests that ordinary people avoid, there are also young faces.

They were wearing heavy mosquito-proof clothing, and their bodies were still covered with dense mosquitoes. Sometimes a little bit of flesh was exposed, and they would soon be swollen by mosquito bites.

But it is precisely them who measure the land of China with their feet and guard the land of China with their blood.

In the picture, the scene switches.

There are young teachers who are rooted in the mountain village, smiling and bringing knowledge to children;

There are tall and straight soldiers, brave the wind and snow, solemn and quiet, guarding the frontier of the motherland;

There is an old man who works tirelessly, with hope in his eyes, going back and forth in the fields;

There is a sincere academician who stays up all day and night, rigorously and conscientiously, studying life-saving medicine.

Picture after picture, scene after scene.

Confucius had a serious face, and his eyes were full of emotion.

The world he had been longing for all this time unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes at this moment.

He took a few steps forward, came to the front of the scroll, looked at a portrait on it, looked at the bright red flag, tears filled his eyes.

After a long while, Confucius wiped the wet corners of his eyes and asked Yize, "What is the name of this person? What is the name of this country?"

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　Originally, I wanted to say a lot, but when it was uploaded, I didn't know what to say.

　　Tribute to the hero!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)