The prince from the teacher's point of view

Asahara Junsheng is a very gentle female teacher with long brown hair and likes to wear light blue clothes, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Every time I listen to her reciting those waka, I will feel the breath of distant history rushing towards my face, and the gentle feeling is like the beautiful woman in ancient costume who smiled gracefully at that time.

Ibu Shenji likes this female teacher very much. Although he is better at physics, this does not prevent him from liking those beautiful sentences.

"In the light sea and sea, there are thousands of birds in the evening waves; your cry penetrates my heart, and I miss the old days." ① Junsheng Asahara smiled and recited beautiful words. Such famous lines as Chidori in the evening waves made students feel as if they had returned to the first stage. The first time I saw this sentence, I was shocked.

Kamio looked at the square blue and white tea tray in Junsheng Asahara's hand, looked at the eight birds on it that swooped, turned back, or soared, looked at the verses in the middle of the tea tray, and suddenly seemed to see the birds by the river.

Perhaps, this is the charm of Junsheng Asahara, allowing his students to understand the culture of the past and let them feel the beauty of this world.

Such are the beautiful words.

Kamio also likes the Mandarin class very much, and always feels that this way can slow down the pace - although he likes the fast pace, but it is always fast paced, and no one can stand it.

"Lights flickering through the night, the boat sails through Mingshi Gorge; Yiyi sways the scull, and never sees home again. ②Let’s start with the first half. The boat sways, the scull creaks, and the thoughts of leaving home are just shown in front of us... ..."

Junsheng Asahara also likes waka very much. She feels that these short lines and simple words can sum up such profound emotions.

Perhaps words are originally that kind of incredible thing.

"Cangjie's creation of characters shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods." Asahara Junsheng smiled as he ran his fingers across the words in the history books.In terms of Chinese characters, students have to master nearly 2000 Chinese characters, and Mandarin teachers like myself have mastered more, so it seems that these books are almost stress-free.

Cang Jie is the person that Asahara Junsheng admires the most. Creating characters is such a huge project.Junsheng Asahara sighed, then smiled and wrote in beautiful fonts.

Let them feel the beauty of the Chinese language, feel the worship of nature by the ancients, and awaken their worries about the environment they live in. This is also the role of the Chinese class.

Asahara Junsheng knew that the Chinese class was not only about teaching them words and sentences, teaching them exam skills, but more about teaching them how to read books, how to get inspiration from books, and how to experience those beautiful emotions.

This is what students lack the most.This flashy society... Asahara Junsheng took a sip of tea, thinking of how Kamio and Ibu followed Tachibana to remodel the tennis club last year, he smiled slightly.

However, they have justice in their hearts, they have their own principles, and they can go on like this.

Although Fudo Peak is a public school, Junsheng Asahara never thought of leaving.

No matter where it is, a student is a student, no matter how bad it is, it is still a student.

Junsheng Asahara did his best to teach and tell them the beauty of this world.What makes her happiest now is that there are no students who skip class in the three classes she teaches.Homework may not be written, but they will not skip class.

Asahara Junsheng looked at the students in the audience and smiled slightly: "Are you so sleepy?"

Although the school is public, it still requires a high enrollment rate.Especially these quasi-national three children: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep. I will make up for today's Chinese appreciation later."

Sitting under the warm winter sun, Junsheng Asahara looked at the students who were sleeping soundly, and slowly wrote a poem in his hand.

"Flowers bloom in Namba Tsu, and the cold winter closes the shameful face. This spring is full of flowers, and the flowers are fragrant and fragrant."③