Explaining ancient Chinese texts has always been Lao Liao's specialty, but human memory is limited after all, and he did not prepare in advance. He could only recite the text as expected in advance: "Please note that the words "Li Sao" are gorgeous and neat, just like music. You must have a deep emotion to read the beauty of it. I will recite it to you, uh... The Miao Seed of Emperor Gaoyang, my emperor called Boyong. Uh... She Tizhen was born in Mengxi, but Gengyin I surrendered. Huang Lanyu I first passed by, Zhao Xi was named "chill... The name is Zhengze Xi, and the name is Lingjun."

The pronunciation is neither upset nor pause, and the tone is flat and stiff, and sometimes it also contains tone words such as "uh" and "oh", which destroys the overall beauty and is weird and unpleasant. As a literary expert, recitation should be a basic skill, which includes four tones in Chinese language. It must be pronounced clearly, so that the poems and essays can be coherent and specific, and the feelings are visible. This is what is called recitation. Referring to this standard, what Teacher Liao just read is similar to chanting mantras.

A person's life can be seen from the age of three, and he can still draw the final conclusion from the previous few minutes of performance in a class. Guo Yongsheng saw that the teacher was only a third-class level, and he had the idea of ​​quitting his sleeves. He did not act arrogant because Gong Xuelin's face was so shameless. Even so, he still regretted that an hour of precious time was wasted and his impression of Lao Liao was reduced to the lowest point.

Liao Xuebing still did his own thing. He spent nearly ten minutes to recite a long passage of "Li Sao". He even became intoxicated, shaking his head, holding a book in one hand and carrying a little behind the other, paced up and down the podium, with his eyebrows flying on his face and proud, and when he was happy, he had to pause. He continued to recite the reaction of the people under the stage. If he changed his robe, he would look like a teacher in a private school.

The students in Class 2 of Year 2 felt deeply embarrassed. In particular, Murong Lanluo couldn't help but have a fever in his face and used a textbook to cover his face and didn't want to see it. Chen Younian whispered: "Really, I don't know this person, where did I come from? I have never seen him before." Ye Yuhu was deliberately covering his mouth and laughing, creating a comedy effect. Su Feihong was at a loss and thought the teacher was confused.

The pen in Gong Xuelin's hand cut several layers of paper in her notebook. Why did the principal arrange an expert inspection team to attend the garbage teacher's course?

This extremely wrong decision will seriously damage the reputation of tulips. Once they go to society to promote it, they want to recruit more students next year? Dream about it!

Guo Yongsheng and others looked at each other. Tulip High School's teaching level is so low that it is too incredible. First, recitation takes up a lot of classroom time, second, reading is very unpleasant, and even offsets the interest of many students in continuing to learn. Third, lack of interaction with students, fourth, not like teachers, but like idle and unemployed people... If you analyze it carefully, there are too many shortcomings. They have inspected dozens of schools in a few days, but have never encountered such a top-notch teacher.

Wu Chunxing cut off Liao Xuebing and showed off as if no one was around, and said, "Teacher, you forgot to pull up your zipper."

Lao Liao was shocked and retracted into the podium at the speed of breaking through the light. He looked down and saw what! He pulled it well, but he was actually beaten! For a moment, his face turned from white to red, and he was extremely embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Now I will explain to you the main meaning of "Li Sao"."

The students could no longer bear it, burst into laughter, and the classroom was filled with joyful air.

The experts in the row behind shook their heads and sighed, thinking that there was no need to continue listening to this class.

Lao Liao thought it was not embarrassing enough, so he pointed Zhang Lexin's name and said, "Let me answer the sentence "Yi I am kind to you. Even though he has not died, he still has not died," several students who tend to him said in their hearts: "This time, I'm afraid it's over. He read so badly, but he still asked Zhang Lexin, the best student, to answer the question. If the other party said it better than him, wouldn't it be a shame for himself?"

Zhang Lexin ignored Murong Lanluo and smiled and said, "It's roughly what it means. This is my inner pursuit and love. No matter how many times I die, I will never regret it."

Liao Xuebing nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to let her sit down, Zhang Lexin simply explained the whole sentence: "I cannot be like-minded with people today, but I am willing to bathe in Peng Xian's glory. I wiped my bitter tears and sighed, lamenting that the path of life is full of hardships.

I just cleanse myself but suffer from it. I went to give advice in the morning and was destroyed in the evening! They destroyed my wearing of anthracene, and I replaced it with fragrant angelica flowers...."

The voice is clear and pleasant, without any stagnation. The slightly tender voice of a little girl to explain this bitter and passionate text is refreshing and has a wonderful feeling.

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

Di Ziche said: "Those explanations are still only content that can be found in the information. If she had independent opinions, it would be even more exciting."

Ideals, encounters, pain, enthusiasm, and even the magnificent poems made by the whole life shine with the poet's distinct personality brilliance. This is the first time in the history of Chinese literature. The creation of "Li Sao" is rooted in reality and full of fantasy...."

Di Ziche nodded in agreement, but said with a little regret: "The old tune is repeated, but it is still OK to say such words from the sixteen-year-old high school student."

"Li Sao has been around for thousands of years. Later generations have made many special comments on the discussions. All the people should say. As for a little girl, there is no need to be demanding. If it were you, you might be able to say it. I have a question, why can the trash teachers teach such excellent students? Is it really a reason for their talent and has nothing to do with education?"

Gong Xuelin was extremely embarrassed, and wanted to slap Lao Liao to death with a brick, and whispered: "That girl transferred from another school some time ago." "Oh..." Everyone suddenly realized.

Later, Liao Xuebing talks about the image of the protagonist, the characteristics of the language, and the emotions expressed in the thoughts described in the poem. He basically reads the text according to the script, making people dozing off. At this time, he speaks quickly and finishes it in a short time. There are still twenty minutes left before get out of class is over.

"Do you have any questions? If you have no problem, just recite the text in a low voice and experience the artistic conception."

Guo Yongsheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and shouted: "I have questions!"

The whole class was shocked. Guo Yongsheng was a very famous person in the country. He published several collections of comments, known for his fierce words and sharp words. He criticized the strange phenomenon of literary popularity in the current society, criticized the decline of talents in the cultural circle, and laughed, angered and scolded them all.

Since he took the initiative to accuse him, it seems that Liao Xuebing has a strong reputation.

Gong Xuelin was both happy and worried. What was happy was that Liao Xuebing was finally going to get out of here. What was worried was that Guo Yongsheng might not be able to speak for himself with his mouth.

Lao Liao ignored the principles in "Teacher Self-cultivation", took out a cigarette and lit it, sprayed a sip of thick smoke, looked at him with a meaningful smile, "What advice does Mr. Guo have?"

"The educational level of Tulip High School is so low that it is really disappointing. You are still a talent specially recommended by the principal. It is a waste of my time." Guo Yongsheng did not leave any kindness, and directly criticized him for his mistakes in front of many students, not planning to give him any steps.

"Hmm? Then what disappoints you?"

"Is this more important? The teaching is innovating. First, it is a long recitation time that tortures the ears for no reason. Later, I don't know how to adjust the lecture rhythm. What should be fast and what should be slow is fast. There are still twenty minutes left before the get out of class is over. You have finished speaking. Can the students learn it? Can they understand?"

Liao Xuebing knocked on the table: "Please don't be excited. Now is an era of efficiency. Of course, you have to say it quickly. I recite the text to give students a deeper understanding. What's wrong with this? Besides, what new ideas do you need to explain an old article that has been thousands of years old? As long as you can understand and understand the meaning, it is enough. Should you let them write a comment and express emotions? The ultimate meaning of Chinese is not everyone enjoys lying on essays. As long as everyone can flexibly use words and express communication clearly, everything else is not necessary. Do you think you are engaged in scientific and technological research? Do you think it was the eight-legged essay that was the year when the eight-legged essay, and the words of Saint Kong had to be exhausted to think about how many meanings it was hidden in it?"

Guo Yongsheng was about to refute, but Lao Liao said again: "I have also read several of your so-called articles, which are completely bullying the reputation and stealing the world, and are aimless and useless words, and they are not in line with the introduction and the literature and science are not in line. They are even called a literary critic. Sitting in my class and listening to the class in absolute manner is simply an insult to me, a special teacher."

Guo Yongsheng was so angry that he was so angry that he wanted to leave, but he was afraid of carrying the joke of "running away in a mess" after being scolded, and said angrily: "Fart! Apart from reading the text according to the book, what literature do you know? Say, which article is you reading? I want to argue with you."

When the two tigers fight, one will be injured. A lecture that could have ended successfully turned into a debate meeting. Gong Xuelin was both ashamed and annoyed. The other experts were watching the show and were talking quietly. The students who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos began to quietly call for betting. Ye Yuhu analyzed in detail: "Teacher Liao pointed to the magical power of the deer as a horse, and Guo Yongsheng was a deep-minded critic. Every sentence pointed to the key points. The articles he commented were either ascending to heaven or going to hell. It seems that the two people's chances of winning were only 55, and they would open a one-point penalty."
Chapter completed!