Walking up the hillside for more than ten meters to halfway up, the terrain is slightly flat. There is a bamboo forest in front, and behind the bamboo forest is the school of Shanghe Village.
Zhu Ping'an tied the cow to a tree and let it eat young grass leisurely while he continued walking forward with his short legs.
A path appears in the bamboo forest, winding to the school. Walking along it, the fragrance of bamboo hits your face, and the fresh air flows through your body, like a spring breeze, which makes people feel refreshed unconsciously. The breeze comes slowly, and the continuous bamboo forest sways with the rhythm of the wind.
Rocking and dancing slowly, rustling, like whispering, like whispering.
As an eight-year-old child, he entered the school as a teacher, had a make-up, sat down at a table, and read aloud. As the poem goes, as soon as he left the bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan heard the sound of reading aloud.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast, the sun and the moon are waxing and waning, the stars and constellations are arranged, the cold comes and the heat comes, the autumn harvests and the winter hides..."
This is a private school with a wooden structure as its main structure and bricks and stones as the supplement. It has an ancient style and charm. Large windows on all four sides can maximize indoor lighting. There are bamboo curtains on the windows that can be lowered when necessary. There are about two rooms in the room.
There are more than ten children who are shaking their heads and reading aloud, all about seven or eight years old. Two children share a table with stools and pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.
There is a portrait of Confucius hanging in the east of the house. Below it is a large table. Behind the table is a chair. On the table, in addition to pens, inks, paper and inkstones, there are also poetry and textbooks, and there is also a pot of strong tea.
Sitting on the chair is a vigorous old scholar in his fifties, who must be the old scholar Sun that my aunt once mentioned.
Zhu Ping'an avoided the door and sat on the ground listening for a while.
The Thousand-Character Classic taught by Sun Lao Xiucai can be said to be the best enlightenment textbook in ancient my country. It is coherent throughout, has beautiful melody, and is catchy to read.
Sun Lao Xiucai's lectures were not as rigid as the ancient lectures that are considered in modern times. He did not simply lead the children to recite them over and over again. He also gave explanations, which should have been rare in ancient times.
"The sky and the earth are mysterious and yellow. This sentence comes from the "Book of Changes", and it is wonderful. Xuanhuang does not just refer to the color, it is mysterious and mysterious, and it is unfathomable. It means that the way of heaven is lofty and the way of earth is profound..."
Although Sun Laoxiucai gave an explanation, his language was both ancient Chinese and the Book of Changes. For children who have just started learning, it can be said to be both mysterious and mysterious.
Look, there are children lying on the table and falling asleep.
Uh, wait.
Isn’t that Brother Jun?
Zhu Pingan found that there were children asleep in the private school, more than one of whom happened to be his deskmate, and one of them was his cousin Zhu Pingjun.
Zhu Ping'an can discover it, and so can the old scholar Sun.
Sun Lao Xiucai was a man who could not tolerate sand in his eyes. He walked up to the sleeping brother Jun and another child with a ruler, and knocked on the table with the ruler, waking up the two children.
The other child was a little fat boy who, like Brother Jun, was frightened when he saw his husband and was timid.
"Stretch out your hand." Old scholar Sun said expressionlessly.
The two of them stretched out their hands timidly.
bang bang bang
"Listen carefully and never meet Duke Zhou again."
The old scholar Sun also hit the palms of the two of them three times without much force as punishment.
"Gong Zhou, who is Duke Zhou? I don't know him?" Zhu Pingjun rubbed his head. He was as confused as a monk two feet tall and muttered.
The children around heard it and laughed. These children came a few days earlier than Zhu Pingjun. Some of them had been taught by the master. Although they didn't understand what Duke Zhou meant, they knew he was talking about sleeping. Seeing that Zhu Pingjun didn't understand, they all laughed.
stand up.
When Sun Laoxiu heard this, he didn't blow his beard and stare in anger, saying that children cannot be taught, but helplessly stopped the child's laughter and started to explain.
"The Duke of Zhou was a sage in the Western Zhou Dynasty. He assisted the king as regent and made great contributions to the Zhou Dynasty. Later generations respected him as a sage. The sage Kong respected the Duke of Zhou so much that he often dreamed of the Duke of Zhou. Later generations did not know when he got up, and sleeping was also called
Meeting Duke Zhou. Do you understand? If you want to become a sage, you must hold on to the book and never let your time go by. Especially you two, if you are caught sleeping by me again, a whipping will be inevitable."
After Master Sun finished speaking, he began to teach these children how to read. Recognition is their first step. Only when they can read can they write books.
"Today I will learn the eight characters. The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is vast. After class, I will check them one by one. Remember not to be lazy. Let's start with the first character "天". Heaven is the highest among humans..."
In modern times, I am accustomed to using simplified Chinese characters. Even though I have learned ancient Chinese and know all traditional Chinese characters, there are still some problems when I actually write them. When I write, I must subconsciously use simplified characters. These must be modified slowly to develop the traditional Chinese characters.
Habit.
Zhu Pingan was sitting on the ground outside the school, writing and drawing on the ground with a stick, and then erasing it with his foot.
Sun Lao Xiucai also saw Zhu Pingan, but he thought it was a naughty boy from some family who was playing on the hillside. Especially when he saw Zhu Pingan scratching around on the ground with a stick and stepping on it with his feet, he thought it was a naughty boy playing.
As for ants and the like, I didn't pay much attention to them.
Literacy is simple, but it will be difficult later when he reads, recites, and composes the Four Books and Five Classics. He only recognizes eight characters in one day, which is not too easy for Zhu Pingan. After listening to it and seeing if there is nothing new, he turns around and puts it away.
That's awesome.
I said that I have to make a simple calligraphy pen. Well, I will also bring a black lacquered wooden board and practice calligraphy carefully.
Walking through the bamboo forest, we came to the old scalper. The old scalper was still wagging his tail and grazing leisurely. He had no idea that his tail had been targeted.
The bristles of the brush can generally be made of wool, weasel tail hair, oxtail, horsetail, pig bristles, etc., and the penholder can be made of bamboo. A good brush must go through hundreds of processes, and the nib must be neat, round, and healthy. It seems to be
Put the hair in the pen holder in the water basin, and go back and work on it slowly. Anyway, you don't need to be good, as long as it is strong and usable.
I don’t know what happened to the scheming little loli down the slope. He wouldn’t really ask his brother to beat me up. Generally speaking, children will not go back after being provoked.
The cow has been eating grass for a long time, so it’s time to drink water. Anyway, there is a clear stream down the slope. Let’s take the old cow to drink some water. Let the cow eat some salt-rich water grass and take a look at the black-bellied little one.
Is Loli still there?
It is said that in this era, people eat two meals, which makes me very unaccustomed. After noon, I feel hungry. If possible, it is good to catch one or two small fish by the river and grill them.
He untied the rope and led the old scalper slowly down the slope.
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