Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

Master's class was facing the whole country, and everyone was watching intently.

Four 10 minutes later.

under the lens.

The stars in the night sky are shining brightly like the seeds of thought buried deep in the hearts of children.

On the apricot altar, facing thousands of future generations of students, Confucius bowed deeply and did not get up for a long time.

He earnestly hopes that in today's flourishing China, every student who is like a rising sun can thrive and realize the seemingly unreachable "Great Harmony Society" in his mind as soon as possible.

One tree shakes another, one cloud pushes another, one soul calls another.

For a moment, he straightened his old and rickety back, and his cloudy eyes were no longer worried, but full of hope and joy.

Even the weather-beaten wrinkles on his face have stretched a lot at this moment, revealing a gratified smile.

At this moment, Confucius let go of his inner worries, and said his final farewell to the thousands of students who had just attended his simple "The Analects" class.

"Students, get out of class is over."

In the old and hoarse voice, there is reluctance, relief, and endless satisfaction.

It was said that whether it was the thousands of students on the bamboo slips, Gao Yang, or the countless viewers in front of the TV and in the live broadcast room, they all felt a strong sense of reluctance.

A class of only a few ten minutes is too short and too short.

at this time.

In the picture scroll on the bamboo slips, a little boy stood up suddenly, his black and white eyes were full of reluctance, and he said loudly in a childish voice.

"Master, grandpa, you can stay and be our teacher."

Under this sound, countless voices of persuasion resounded.

Now everyone has forgotten that this is a humanities live broadcast. In their hearts, this is the teacher Confucius who taught and educated people.

"Master, let's talk for another 10 minutes."

"Master, the get out of class bell is ringing, can the class bell be far behind?"

"Master, I still have a question, can I have another class?"

Among the countless calls, they felt the true feelings of the Master's lectures. They were teachers for one day and fathers for life. This was the profound teacher-student relationship of that era.

At this moment, looking at the trembling body of the gray-haired Confucius, Gao Yang also nodded slightly, feeling as if his eyes were dazzled by the wind and sand.

He inexplicably remembered the evening self-study in the last class sitting near the window sill when he graduated from high school.

The same is true, the sky is full of stars, and the warm wind is floating.

Although I have forgotten what the teacher said, I still remember the blessing for the future of the students.

Faced with the requests of thousands of students, Confucius suppressed his inner reluctance and said with a kind smile.

"Students, I am honored to be the teacher of one of your classes."

"However, I think your own teachers are even better. They may not have so many titles, or they may not have too amazing skills, but they have taught you one lesson after another to make you grow up."

Speaking of this, his dim eyes also fell on the bamboo slips, and he said sincerely to the teachers who were waiting around thousands of students.

"For the next class, let your teacher continue."

"Threesomes, there must be my teacher, but remember."

At this moment, like an amiable old man, he smiled and stood up.

The deceased was like a husband, who would not give up day and night. When the master finally left, he also left "The Analects of Confucius", which has been passed down through the ages.

this moment.

In the eyes of thousands of students standing up and watching.

"goodbye students."

Confucius simply bid farewell, without looking back, step by step, walking steadily towards the distance.

The philosopher withered, but also lit a red candle.

"stand up!"

Thousands of students stood up at the same time again, with their heads held high and their chests held high.

"goodbye teacher!!!"

At the same time, they bowed again to pay respects, just like in class, from beginning to end.

under the lens.

Hearing this goodbye, Confucius paused, his body trembling faintly, he still did not look back, and left resolutely.

Under the bleak autumn wind, the master's back is so lonely, full of desolation.

In this ancient age, his thoughts were regarded as a joke, his teachings were not understood, his life seemed to be a failure, and even after he passed away, people with ulterior motives still wanted to distort his thoughts and take advantage of his reputation.
Now, none of that matters.

The fire will be ignited one day, and the sun will eventually shine on the land of China after a long night.

We look up at the magnificent universe, looking for light and wisdom, we step on the solid ground, and strive to take every step, we learn the classics of the sages, and inherit the civilization that belongs to China.

Inside the station.

The entire office was quiet, except for the muffled sound of instruments running, and everyone's eyes were on Confucius' back.

At this time, Master Lin exhaled deeply, and couldn't help but whispered.

"I think this master's lesson will become a classic Chinese lesson."

Speaking of this, he also has to admire the wisdom of his predecessors, who can think so thoroughly about all aspects of life.

"Why, didn't you dislike Confucianism the most?"

Director Lin beside him couldn't help joking when he saw this, his eyes were full of ridicule.

Listening to the words, Director Xue next to him said as if making up a knife.

"Yeah, I just wanted to say that before the show started, Director Lin predicted that the performance of this live broadcast might decline."

Seeing himself being slapped in the face, Director Lin also coughed twice in embarrassment, and said with a dead duck mouth without blushing.

"Did I say that? I don't remember. When everyone was young, didn't they all like to talk nonsense at that time, cough cough."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the master's back on the big screen with a different kind of respect.

He used to be very proud on the surface, looking down on these so-called "backward ideas", thinking that if he wants to learn, he must learn from the most advanced in the world, but he is unwilling to study the painstaking teachings of his ancestors with humility.

This, is it not a kind of expanded ignorance.

Perhaps, as Mr. Liang said, in every era, there will always be a minority of people who truly pursue the truth, and most people cannot do it.

However, as long as you have respect for these gentlemen, then you will develop in a better direction than yourself invisible.

under the lens.

Seeing the back of Confucius leaving alone, countless viewers felt a deep sadness.

Those pioneers who open up new paths are often unmanned, and the only reliance is the firm belief in their hearts.

Many spectators shouted.

"Master Gao Yang, Master is really lonely, we are willing to accompany him on the last journey."

"Master, grandpa, may I help you up?"

"Hey, I'm getting old, I really can't see this scene. Master, he is not a deified saint, he is also a real old man with blood and blood in his old age."