Chapter 544 The signature will appear on the transcript
Before the five-minute time limit was up, some students raised their hands.
Zhang Zhong glanced at the student. He now has a very strong memory. Although he couldn't write down the names and faces of more than 80 people and correspond them one by one after the roll call, he could still remember that the student who raised his hand was not the student.
class.
However, Zhang Zhong still nodded to him, "What does this classmate want to say?"
"Teacher Zhang, I think literature is an art that uses language and writing as a medium. As far as it is an art, it has something in common with music, pictures, sculptures and all so-called art productions..."
This student talked eloquently and eloquently. Some freshmen felt that this classmate was very powerful. Although they didn't quite understand what he said, they always felt that it made sense.
Zhang Zhong listened to him quietly and then motioned for him to sit down.
"This classmate has a very good memory. I can hardly remember this passage, but you can still say it accurately."
The classmate rubbed his head and said, "I was lucky enough to listen to Teacher Zhang's open class more than once. Every time I listened, I gained new insights and felt more and more that Teacher Zhang was knowledgeable."
"Okay, I understand this flattery. If there are any students who don't know, you can go back to the school's official website and search for my open class on literature. It is mentioned in it." Zhang Zhong waved his hand and said, what this classmate said just now
It was none other than "talking about literature" that he had mentioned in a public class before, and many students at Jiangyang University had heard it.
When this classmate stood up to answer the question just now, in addition to some freshmen who looked confused, there were also some old classmates whose words sounded familiar to him.
After five minutes passed, Zhang Zhong knocked on the table, "Does anyone want to share their thoughts? Oh, this classmate——"
A student raised his hand, and Zhang Zhong motioned for him to speak.
"Teacher, literature is a language art and an aesthetic ideology embedded in discourse."
"Well, this answer is very standard." Zhang nodded. This answer is actually the definition of literature given in the encyclopedia. This classmate probably searched it on his mobile phone.
"Do you have any other ideas? Well, the classmate in red, please tell me..."
Maybe it was the first day of school, and the students wanted to leave a good impression on Zhang Zhong, so they behaved very actively. Many students raised their hands to answer questions.
As for the answers, there are all kinds of answers.
When everyone had finished talking, Zhang Zhong turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard: The role of literature.
"We don't need to worry about what literature is. Let's talk about the role of literature first. Of course, before talking about the role of literature, we face a question, that is, does literature have a role? If we think it does, then we can discuss the role of literature.
What. In fact, I have mentioned this issue before in the open class, but I hope that the students who have listened to the open class can pick themselves out from what I said before and dig into their innermost thoughts. I
Let me ask first, if you think literature is useless, raise your hands."
No one raised their hands.
"Then let me ask another question, and raise your hands if you think literature is useful."
Everyone raises their hands.
"It seems that everyone has the same idea and believes that literature has a role."
"Teacher, if we thought literature was useless, then we wouldn't come to class." One student said.
Zhang nodded and said, "Logically, it is like this. But even I have thought about whether literature is useful or not, and I have been deeply involved in it. When discussing this issue, we have to temporarily put the functionality of words into perspective.
Distinguish it from literature. Then the question is, can anyone tell me what the functionality of words is?"
"The function of writing is to record language."
“What about the functionality of language?”
"The function of language is to convey information."
"Is it the function of literature to convey information?"
The student stopped talking.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can separate these two functions for the time being. Now who can tell me, did I convey the information when I was giving the lecture just now?"
Many students nodded, agreeing that Zhang Zhong had conveyed the message to them.
"Okay, then do I need to use literature when conveying information? If I don't use literature, can I convey information accurately?"
Most of the students were stunned by this time.
Zhang Zhong didn't want them to figure it out immediately. If you want to know something clearly, you don't necessarily need to get the answer immediately. All the information will stay in their minds, and sooner or later it will be useful.
"Utilitarians believe that literature is useless, because simple words can transmit information, and there is no need to give other meanings to words. I mentioned it in the open class before..."
Next, he entered Zhang Zhong's personal mode, and he told the students what he knew and learned.
Until the end of the class, he said, "There are ten minutes left in this class. This time is reserved for you. If you have anything you want to say, no matter what the topic, you can mention it."
Students, you look at me and I look at you. Finally, the brave student stood up and said, "Teacher, can I ask for your autograph?"
As soon as this question was uttered, the whole classroom burst into laughter.
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Of course, but this signature will appear on your transcript at the end of the semester. Okay, next question."
With the first person to eat crabs, the students became more brave and asked all questions.
"Teacher, when will your new book come out?"
"Teacher, can you analyze your own work for us?"
"teacher……"
Looking at the class that was about to get out of control, Zhang Zhong raised his hand and said, "There are too many questions, I will answer them next time. Today's class is over here, but as usual, I will give you some homework.
Assignment...you guys go back and recall the first time you wrote an essay, and write down how you felt then and how you feel now. I will review the assignments one by one after they are collected. Your usual marks are all on the assignments. I hope you can
Take it seriously. Also, you don’t need to bring the textbooks when you come to the next class, but you can bring a notebook, maybe there are some things you need to remember."
Zhang Zhong put away the lesson plan and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, there is something I forgot to mention. In two days there will be a call for papers on the 001 Literature Network. Please pay attention. Students of our college can log on to the school's official website.
Submit your manuscript directly and I will see your manuscript in the background. Come on, the prize money for the manuscript is quite generous."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong nodded to the students and left the classroom.
As soon as he went out, the school bell rang.
The corridor was full of students. The students who came towards him were all greeting him. Zhang Zhong nodded in response. By the time he walked back to the government building, his neck was a little sore.