That day I came across a yellowed Book of Songs in the reference room. The pages were as thin and crisp as cicada wings.
I suddenly thought, do children today still read these?
Why do we have to include these "old antiques" in college Chinese classes?
Some people say that traditional culture is like the old almanac at the bottom of the box.
But look at the teachers at Yibin College, who led the students to sing "Ding Feng Bo" and used AI to restore the battlefield cry of "Wu Yi".
The words come alive.
It's not the bones in the coffin, it's the things in the blood.
College students need the kind of self-confidence that can “put down roots”
I’ve seen too many kids chatting about The Analects of Confucius at Starbucks.
Is it against the law? No.
When you can clearly express in English "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you", when you mention Confucius' benevolence on the TED stage.
That kind of confidence is true cultural confidence.
It’s not about self-admiration behind closed doors.
What is hidden in the poems is not just romance, flowers, snow and moon
When reading Bai Juyi's "Pipa", do you hear the sound of pipa?
What is it? It is the bustling scene of carriages and horses in Chang'an City, the place by the Xunyang River in Jiangzhou, and the sudden emotional collapse of a scholar late at night.
What we lack is not knowledge, but the ability to empathize.
That kind of "understanding" that has traveled through thousands of years is the gift that Chinese classes should give.
Those "irregular" things in class
Some teachers began to play cards outside of the routine.
When performing "The Analects of Confucius·Advanced", some students dressed up as Zi Lu, and some students dressed up as Zeng Xi, and then there was a "quarrel" on the podium.
Confucius's classroom at that time was not about sitting upright.
Others go to Sansu Temple and the Bamboo Sea to move their classes into the rain and wind.
This is immersive teaching.
The moon in July and a half, and the rain during the Qingming Festival
When talking about "West Lake Half July", we are not just talking about Zhang Dai.
Let’s talk about the river lanterns on the Ghost Festival and the Youth League on the Qingming Festival.
Traditional holidays are not red letters on the calendar.
This is the moment we can still find in this fast-paced era to slow down and share the high-hanging moon with our ancestors.
Intangible cultural heritage has entered the Spring Festival Gala, but what about the textbooks?
The children of Hequ put "Hang the Red Light" on CCTV.
Those movements, those vocals, grew out of the soil.
If college Chinese could do the same, invite intangible cultural heritage into the classroom.
Let the two-person stage, let the paper-cutting, and let the shadow puppets no longer be displayed in the museum.
Don’t turn this class into a “second ideological and political class”
What I fear most is blunt preaching.
When talking about "The Analects of Confucius", do you have to talk about great principles?
Don't.
First let students debate on their own, then ask them to question, and finally let them think about whether "benevolence" is still useful in the present.
A good classroom makes people feel sad.
It's not about planting trees, it's about planting grass. When the wind blows, it can cover the mountains and plains.
Starting from the textbook, don’t be so “serious”
Shaanxi University of Science and Technology is compiling new textbooks, divided into four sections.
Good.
But I think, can it be a little wilder?
Add a QR code and scan the code to listen to chants, watch stage plays, and even play H5 mini-games.
Let books no longer be dead.
Write poetry, even if it’s not good
A teacher asked students to imitate Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal".
The writing is immature and even unintelligible.
But that kind of attempt is very touching.
Let the post-00 generation express today’s emo, today’s confusion, and today’s love using ancient poetry.
Tradition just comes alive.
Study tour is not tourism
Don’t go to places where internet celebrities check in.
Go to ruins, go to the Forest of Steles, go to those places where no one talks but the stones do.
Standing on that piece of land, you will understand what it means to "think of the heaven and the earth."
I shed tears alone with sadness.
Why do you have to compete like this?
Because we are human beings.
People need to know where they come from.
The more severe globalization becomes, the tighter the rope of cultural identity will have to be.
Otherwise, it will be scattered when the wind blows.
write at the end
Passing by the playground yesterday, I heard a boy reciting "Li Sao".
It was hard to carry, but the setting sun hit him.
I suddenly felt that this picture was more moving than any other ideological and political course.
The mission of Chinese classes has never been to indoctrinate.
It's lit.
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