The difficulty of needlework exceeded Zhang Zhong's imagination. He originally thought that he could sew the tail just by threading the thread with a needle.
But after more than ten minutes of hard work, there were more and more threads on the tail. The original rabbit tail was transformed into a lion tail by Zhang Zhong.
It's the kind that's thin at the front and has a ball at the back.
In fact, it doesn't look like a lion's tail, but rather like this rabbit has its own weapons, with a meteor hammer attached to the back of its butt.
Zhang Zhong had to remove the thread and start sewing again. This time he learned his lesson and sewed better than the previous time, but the stitching was still not done well, and the thread could be seen at a glance.
"dad……"
Pengpeng looked on, almost crying. Originally, the rabbit's tail was only a little broken, but now it's getting more and more broken.
"Ahem, Pengpeng, give dad another chance."
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"You can't do this needlework. You have to show off. The thread needs to be drawn in and tightened, otherwise it will come loose at the back."
Hu Huifang scolded Zhang Zhong while sewing the rabbit's tail.
Zhang Zhong, who encountered such a waterloo, could only lower his head and listen.
Hu Huifang performed a small tail-joining operation on a rabbit, which only took three or four minutes.
Zhang Zhong couldn't help but sigh, indeed there are specialties in the arts, no, it's the old ones that are the hot ones.
"Here, don't pull its tail if it's okay."
Handing the stitched rabbit to Pengpeng, the little girl hugged the rabbit with a smile and said, "Then I will only scratch its ears from now on."
Hu Huifang couldn't help laughing and said: "Oh, this rabbit is really not easy. Your father used to hold it and touch it in the mud every day when he was a child. It takes half a bucket of water to wash it. The hair has long been gone. In your hands, today it has lost its tail."
, and another ear will fall off tomorrow.”
Zhang Zhong:……
"Stop messing around with your needlework yourself and finish your own work quickly. Of course, someone will do it for you."
Zhang Zhong said seriously, "Comrade Hu Huifang, your ideological consciousness is not good enough. Men and women are equal. This needlework cannot be said to be a woman's responsibility, right?"
"That's nice to say, but you know how to do it yourself."
"Hehe, aren't you here? Well, I have something else to do. I'm going to the study first. You can take Pengpeng to take a bath and then go to bed."
After Zhang Zhong finished speaking, he got up and walked to the study. Hu Huifang was still shouting from behind: "I think Teacher Xu is good..."
Hearing his mother's words, Zhang Zhong couldn't help but quicken his pace.
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Zhang Zhong stood on the stage, looking at the students in the hall below, and remembered what he had said to them before.
After the previous few classes, the school may have felt that setting up a small classroom was a waste of Zhang Zhong's talent and influence, so they simply moved it to the lecture hall, and you must have a campus card corresponding to the class registration information to enter.
When Zhang Zhong just came in, there was a commotion in the lecture hall. He watched quietly. After everyone stopped talking, he spoke: "Good afternoon everyone, today is the last class of this semester. Some students may have already had their holidays.
It’s settled, and now I’m starting to think about how to plan my holiday life. In this lesson, we’re going to talk about taste. Oh, maybe I used the word inappropriately. It should be taste, literary taste.”
"Literary works have high and low levels of artistic value. Identifying the high and low levels of what is good and what is bad is what is commonly called taste. To identify the taste of a work is to judge, and to explore the taste of a work is to appreciate it.
To express the interest you have experienced in life, nature or art is to interpret.”
What Zhang Zhong is talking about now is still from Zhu Guangqian's "Talking about Literature".
He taught "Talking about Literature" not in the order he talked about. He just talked about what came to mind. He had just finished talking about literature and life in the previous class, so this class directly talked about the interest of literature.
While he was lecturing, there was always a camera filming across the street. The school would film the contents of his lectures, then edit them and upload them to the official website.
For this reason, he did not talk too much off-topic during his lectures, which also facilitated post-production.
After talking for about ten minutes, Zhang Zhong stopped for a moment. He picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip of water. He looked like an old scholar who had been teaching for many years.
When you become a teacher, even though you are a guest player, you will always be affected in some way.
He talked for more than ten minutes, but he only talked about a little bit of the content, because he extended some things from the original content.
After taking a sip of water, he asked the students below, "Is there anything you don't understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of arms were raised below.
Zhang Zhong picked a closer one, "The male classmate wearing glasses and a red and blue plaid shirt."
After being noticed by Zhang, the boy was still a little cautious. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Teacher Zhang, I want to ask if you have any new books next month."
Hearing his question, other students also laughed.
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "In this classroom, I am Teacher Zhang, not a fifth-grade vegetative person, so the questions you ask should preferably be related to the classroom, but I can answer this question.
Surprisingly, there will be a new book for everyone next month."
"Thank you, Teacher Zhang." The boy got the answer and sat down happily.
Hearing that Zhang Zhong would have a new book next month, the students below began to discuss it quietly.
Zhang Zhong hurriedly said, "Please pay attention to classroom discipline. We will talk about other things after class. Does anyone else have questions? We agreed in advance that any questions raised must be related to the content of the class, otherwise I won't know how to do it."
Answered. Well, the girl in the red dress."
"Teacher Zhang, the question I want to ask is, since it is said that literary works have high and low artistic values, then many literary schools now dislike each other. Isn't this a bit contradictory? Different groups of people gave
The standards are all different, so whose standards should we judge by?"
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "This is a very good question, and it is exactly what I want to say next. In fact, literary likes and dislikes are often not as strong and deep-rooted as moral ones. A person can differentiate between the similarities and differences in taste.
Friends and foes agree with each other and oppose others with whom they are different. Many factions and many pen and ink lawsuits in the history of literature started like this. At this time, we will have questions. Just like this classmate, literature and art have good and bad qualities, likes and dislikes.
Starting from good and bad, good ones should be unanimously loved, and bad ones should be unanimously hated. Why are there such big differences in literary and artistic tastes? Let’s first analyze the reasons, and then answer this student’s question: