Chapter 6

Huang Haoran wants to give up.

Experts know if there is one.

He specially selected two questions which belong to the category of Chinese, but which are a little bit remote to assess Fang Yan. Fang Yan said the answer quickly. Moreover, his answer is far beyond his expectation.

Such knowledge points are clear to him, some clearly written in the Chinese textbook knowledge he should not be unfamiliar.

In this way, as a high school Chinese teacher, he is fully competent.

Huang Haoran's heart felt surprised. The teacher didn't feel empty because he was young. He read a lot of books. Otherwise, he could not answer the two questions he had given. Even the ancient Chinese classics like "Hanshu" are familiar to my heart.

A good teacher benefits a lot of students.

However, Huang Haoran's heart felt extremely sour. He is not willing to accept the cruel truth that his knowledge of ancient literature, which he has always been proud of, cannot be held up.

So, he still insisted on asking such a classic long article, let people recite it all without a word, isn't it bullying people?

"It's a bully." A little beauty stood up and said. "Huang Haoran, not like you. Even if you want to embarrass Mr. Fang, you don't have to do it like this? Why don't you let Mr. Fang recite the full text of a dream of Red Mansions? In that case you'll win. "

"Yes. You let teacher Fang recite it. Can you recite it for us first? " Another girl added.

"Mr. Fang, if you don't listen to him, you have won. You are qualified to be our teacher." The faster he read, the faster his hands moved, and the chalk and the blackboard rattled.

With a clear mouth and a noble spirit, calligraphy is flowing freely. Reciters, blackboard writers and the Millennium classic Tao Te Ching are integrated into one.

He is a hundred poems about Libai's wine fighting. He is a beautiful young man who dances in the bamboo sea and swords. He is Guanglingsan before Ji Kang's death. Any kind of art can send out a thrilling and conquering beauty.

"Tao can be said. It's extraordinary. The name can be named, not the name. The beginning of the unknown world. The mother of all things. Therefore, we often have no desire to see its wonderful. There is often desire to see its passion. Both of them come out with different names, which are also called Xuan. It's both mysterious and mysterious. It's the gate of all wonders. "

At last, I recited the first sentence of Daodejing, and the chalk in my hand was broken due to the strong response.

The young man has a clear smile and a wild posture. The sun outside the window was warm, and he was daubed with gold.

At this moment, he looks like a god!

Silence.

Then all the students stood up.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, tear in the corner of your eyes!