Chapter 25 Poetry Contest
"Dr. Qian, the Imperial College is the highest institution of learning in our dynasty and the cradle for cultivating pillars of society. Your return to the Imperial College is what everyone expects." Shangguan Zhengming chatted as he walked.
Dr. Qian smiled and said, "Shangguan, you are too kind. I am just returning to the Imperial College to do my part. Moreover, there are more than one Imperial College in ancient my country. The Imperial College, the County College, the State College, etc. are all cradles for cultivating talents. I returned to the Imperial College just to exchange experiences among these colleges."
Shangguan Zhengming nodded in agreement.
As they talked, the two walked into the Imperial College.
Inside the Imperial College, there are towering ancient trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Dr. Qian looked at his surroundings and sighed, "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, I have been away from the Imperial College for a month."
Shangguan Zhengming looked at Dr. Qian's emotional expression and said with a smile: "Dr. Qian, please don't be sentimental. Now that you are back at the Imperial College, you can revisit the teacher-student friendship of the past, and you can also contribute your strength to the students of our dynasty."
Dr. Qian smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Shangguan. I will do my best when I return to the Imperial College."
As they were talking, they had already arrived at Class Huang's classroom. In the classroom, Jiang Zhiyu and others were sitting around the table, reading seriously.
Seeing Shangguan Zhengming and Dr. Qian coming in, they all stood up and saluted, "Shangguan, Dr. Qian."
Shangguan Zhengming smiled and nodded, saying, "Everyone, Dr. Qian will teach you more knowledge when he returns to the Imperial College. You must learn with an open mind and don't let Dr. Qian down."
Everyone expressed their gratitude and Dr. Qian nodded with a smile.
He looked at these energetic students with anticipation in his heart.
He knew that the decision to return to the Imperial College was the right one.
At this time, Jiang Zhiyu stood up, looked at Shangguan Zhengming, and asked, "Shangguan Sir, we have been reading these classics, history, and collections, but we don't know how to apply this knowledge to real life. Can you teach us?"
Shangguan Zhengming smiled slightly. He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and said, "Zhiyu, you asked a good question. The purpose of learning is not only to cope with the imperial examination, but also to apply it to real life and contribute to our dynasty and the people. Dr. Qian, you can explain it to the students."
Dr. Qian nodded, stood up, looked at everyone and said, "Classics, history, philosophy and literature are our roots and our soul. Classics are our moral code, history is the rise and fall of our country, philosophy is our wisdom, and literature is our literature. We must have a deep understanding and apply this knowledge to real life."
Liao Zhen interrupted, "Dr. Qian, how do you think we can apply this knowledge to real life?"
Dr. Qian smiled slightly, looked at Liao Zhen, and said, "Mr. Liao, you asked a good question. In fact, the most important thing to apply this knowledge to real life is to integrate theory with practice. In the process of learning, you must learn to observe, discover problems, and then use the knowledge you have learned to solve them."
Xu Guokun looked at Dr. Qian and asked in confusion: "Dr. Qian, what if we encounter a problem but we don't know how to solve it?"
Dr. Qian looked at Xu Guokun with a smile and said, "Guokun, you asked a good question. When we encounter problems, we must learn to think and learn to ask others for advice. Here, we have your teachers and classmates, and we can all learn from each other and help each other. In addition, I will do my best to help you."
Shangguan Zhengming looked at everyone and said with a smile, "Okay, let's stop here for today's discussion. Dr. Qian, I'm leaving first. You stay here and teach the students well."
Dr. Qian nodded slightly. He looked at Shangguan Zhengming and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, "Shangguan, don't worry. I will do my best to teach these young students."
Shangguan Zhengming smiled slightly, turned around and left Huang's class.
The spring breeze blew through the courtyard of Chongye Hall, and the students of the Huang class sat or stood, leisurely enjoying the sunshine of knowledge. Jiang Zhiyu and Liu Mengmeng sat opposite each other, with a stone table and a few cups of tea, talking about the latest news in the Imperial College.
"Brother Zhiyu, have you heard? The Imperial College is about to hold a poetry competition." Liu Mengmeng said excitedly, with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly and nodded, "It is true. The news has already spread throughout the Imperial College. I heard from Brother Zhang Anjie that this event is extremely important and may affect this year's imperial examination."
Not far away, Xiao Wen and Qi Zimo were practicing calligraphy together. Seeing the two of them coming over, Xiao Wen asked, "What are you talking about so excitedly?"
Liu Mengmeng smiled and replied: "We are talking about the poetry competition. Are you interested in participating?"
Xiao Wen frowned: "Me? Participate in a poetry competition? I'm not sure if I have the ability."
Qi Zimo patted Xiao Wen on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we can work hard together. Believe in yourself, you can do it."
At this time, Liao Zhen and Zou Ting walked out of the classroom and joined the conversation with serious faces.
"What are you talking about?" Liao Zhen asked curiously.
"We are talking about the poetry competition. Brother Zou Ting, what do you think?" Jiang Zhiyu looked at Zou Ting, looking forward to his opinion.
Zou Ting pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "This competition is both a challenge and an opportunity for us. Only through such competition can we better improve ourselves."
Inside the Imperial College, Hu Jiahong was reading silently in a corner alone.
He looked up when he heard the voice, his eyes looking through the crowd as if he was looking for something.
He knew that this poetry competition might be the best opportunity for him to prove himself.
The days passed quietly in the busyness and preparation, and the students in Class Yellow began to make intensive preparations.
They learned from each other and encouraged each other in the hope of standing out in the poetry competition.
Jiang Zhiyu held her chin with both hands, and her eyes fell through the window lattice on the busy figures in the yard. She frowned slightly, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.
"Zhi Yu, why do you look so worried?" A gentle voice broke her thoughts.
She turned around and saw Liao Zhen sitting opposite her, looking at her with concern. Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, trying to make herself look relaxed: "Nothing, just thinking about some trivial things."
Liao Zhen looked at her, obviously unconvinced, but he did not ask any further questions.
He knew Jiang Zhiyu's character. Once he made a decision, no one could change it.
He could only sigh secretly in his heart, and then changed the subject: "Zhi Yu, are you ready? You are the hope of our Huang class in this poetry competition."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, I know what to do."
Liao Zhen wanted to say something else, but saw Jiang Zhiyu had already stood up and walked towards the yard.
He could only shake his head helplessly and followed immediately.