Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

As if they heard everyone's call and request, under the camera, the picture began to change.

Next to the back of Confucius leaving alone, there was a sound of footsteps.

I saw a tall and straight figure in a gray coat coming out.

Pianpian gentleman style, is also a teacher.

Wearing glasses, with a bushy beard, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, swearing an oath to the sky, which is also a declaration to countless future generations of students.

"Socialism will never let China down!"

"Try to see the world of the future, it must be the world of Chiqi!"

At this moment, the minds of countless Chinese children were shocked, and tears welled up in the eyes of countless people.

The back that appeared on the screen, although the face could not be seen clearly, everyone remembered what he said.

"Mr. Shouchang, you are back!!!"

"This grand event is as you wished, don't worry, Huaxia will become stronger and stronger!!!"

"Sir, the younger generation is not capable of doing great things, but I hope to take care of myself and not cause trouble to the country."

Immediately afterwards, another footstep sounded.

In the picture, a figure with a white scarf and messy hair is also revealed.

His eyes were like burning red candles, and he raised his arms and shouted.

"In Huaxia, there is never a last lesson!!!"

"Youth is blind but not blind. He is inevitably blind in normal times, but he will never be blind in extraordinary times!"

At this moment, facing the same figure from behind, countless viewers could still recognize the identity of this gentleman at a glance.

They really did it for the future of China, burning themselves, illuminating the eyes of young people, the future of China.

"Mr. Wen, have you come back to take a look?"

"Mr. Yousan, I have memorized your "Red Candle". Don't ask about the harvest, but ask about the hard work. Now I have become a glorious teacher of the people!"

"Sir, don't worry, Huaxia will never have the last lesson, Huaxia will last forever!"

While speaking, another figure in a suit and leather shoes walked into the picture, full of elegant demeanor.

He looked up at the starry sky, as if he was exploring the secrets of the distant space, but he spoke passionately.

"I said that foreigners can do it, but we Chinese can't do it?! We are shorter than them?!"

"My surname is Qian, but I don't love money. I must let Huaxia have its own modern weapons. Having a sword in your hand and not using it is not the same as not having a sword in your hand!!!"

At this moment, many people suddenly realized.

It turns out that in Liu Bang's story, the one who stood on the cruise ship and looked at the Huaxia couple in the distance was Mr. Qian who finally returned to China after five years of suffering.

"Congratulations to Mr. Qian, prosperous Huaxia, as you wish."

"Students of future generations, never forget the teachings of the master!"

"The Sri Lankan man is gone, but the spirit lives on forever! Pay tribute to Mr. Qian!"

"On a clear night, looking at the densely packed stars, you must have a kind of longing and unattainable disappointment. Are we really so pitiful? No, never! We must conquer the universe. Remember the teachings of Mr.!!!"

"Our journey is the sea of ​​stars, and our goal is the stars!"

this moment.

Under the lens, more and more figures behind Confucius are striding forward, going forward without hesitation.

There are more and more figures appearing, some of them are well known, and some are still unknown and unknown to this day.

The clothes on them are also changing with the times, just like teachers and gentlemen who have experienced a hundred years at the same time.

If you want to ask a teacher, what is the significance of a country to a nation.

These backs are the most direct answer.

At this moment, looking at the backs of these enlighteners, educators, and inspiring generations of Chinese children, countless audiences couldn't help shouting.

"Gentlemen, since you are back, you will look back, look at China today, your wish has come true..."

this moment.

Someone else said with wet eyes.

"I think the gentlemen don't need to look back at all. They believe that China's future must be prosperous from the beginning to the end!"

"In their eyes, it is the appearance of a prosperous event in China."

That night.

The sky is full of stars, shining brightly.

The gentlemen never left, they just turned into stars in the sky, watching us quietly and watching this prosperous China.

this moment.

Under the lens, the backs of the master, the backs of countless gentlemen, and the backs of countless teachers all gradually disappeared on the bamboo slips.

In the courtyard of the Confucian Mansion, the clattering sound of bamboo slips colliding sounded again, and rolls of bamboo slips began to fall from the air onto the copybook again.

A lesson that spans time and space is also officially over.

And on the barrage in the live broadcast room, scenes of sincere blessings suddenly appeared.

"Master, take care!"

"Goodbye, gentlemen!!"

"Teachers, you have worked hard, thank you."

at the same time.

On this extraordinary night, countless students also realized that while they were moved by Confucius' teachings, they should also thank their teachers.

They don't want a dazzling halo, and they don't have the pride of peaches and plums all over the world. They are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating the three-foot lecture hall.

For these ordinary teachers, the media has reported too much about their desolate situation and perseverance, and the respect for teachers, many of them only stay on Teacher's Day, which seems to fall into a cliché.

At this time, countless barrages of thanks appeared densely in the live broadcast room like a tide.

What you can see is the blessings and thanks of thousands of students.

"Teacher Nian, Sansheng is lucky to be your student!"

"Mr. Huang, thank you for teaching me to grow up, so that I don't take a detour!!!"

"Mr. Xiaoxiao, I blamed you for caring too much at the beginning. I'm sorry, thank you for demanding me strictly!"

"Mr. Wang, even though you can't afford a question in the college entrance examination, I will bring you a toaster when I go down, thank you!"

At this moment.

In the courtyard, Gao Yang tidied up the scrolls of bamboo slips on the desk, and the illusions around him also dissipated like a mirage.

Seeing Confucius walking towards his study, Gao Yanggang behind him wanted to follow, but was interrupted by him raising his hand.

this moment.

Confucius looked up at the increasingly prosperous juniper tree in the courtyard, his eyes full of memories.

How long has it been since you planted this tree?
It seems that I can't remember clearly, I only remember that Yan Hui was only a child under 20 years old at that time, and Zilu was a well-known playboy in Qufu City.

Later, when he met Gao Yang, an apprentice from later generations, he began to travel around the world, like a stray dog, going round and round and coming back here.

The green hills are not old, and the junipers are long-lived, but in the courtyard, there is no sound of reading in the past, and things are different.

After a while, he looked back, and the voice of an old man rang out.

"Gao Yang, I don't have time to teach you as a teacher.

"Remember the Tao in your heart, take these hard-working classics, and bring them back to future generations together."

Having said that, he couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation in his tone.

"Last night, I had a dream. I dreamed of you, Senior Brother Yan Hui and Senior Brother Zhong You."

"They are still asking me for advice, especially Zhong You, who is still too anxious to do things, not as patient as you, Yan Hui."

"I think, I'm going to find them soon, I can't keep them waiting for too long..."