Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 546 signature will appear on transcript
Before the 5-minute time limit, some students raised their hands.

Zhang Chong glanced at the student. He has a very strong memory now. Although he couldn't memorize the names and faces of more than 80 people and correspond one by one after the roll call just now, he can still remember that the student who raised his hand was not from his class. of.

But Zhang Zhong still nodded at him, "What does this student want to say?"

"Mr. Zhang, I think that literature is an art with language as the medium. As far as it is art, it has something in common with music, picture sculpture and all the productions that claim to be art..."

This student talked eloquently and clearly. Some freshmen didn't understand it, and felt that this student was very good. Although he didn't understand what he said, he always felt very reasonable.

Zhang Zhong listened to him quietly, then motioned him to sit down.

"This classmate has a very good memory. I almost can't remember this passage myself, but you can still say it pretty well."

The classmate rubbed his head and said, "I have the honor to listen to that public class of Mr. Zhang, and more than once. Every time I listen to it, I have a new experience, and I feel more and more that Mr. Zhang is very knowledgeable."

"Okay, I appreciate this flattery. If there are students who don't know, you can go 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 the student said just now The thing is nothing else, it is the "talking about literature" he said in the public class before, and many students of Jiangyang University have heard it.

When this classmate got up to answer the question just now, besides some freshmen who looked bewildered, there were also some old classmates who heard his words familiarly.

After 5 minutes passed, Zhang Chong knocked on the table, "Anyone want to talk about their own ideas? Oh, this classmate——"

A student raised his hand, and Zhang Zhong motioned for him to speak.

"Teacher, literature is a kind of language art, and it is the aesthetic ideology in the implication of discourse."

"Well, this answer is very standard." Zhang nodded emphatically. This answer is actually the definition of literature given on the encyclopedia. This student probably searched it on his mobile phone.

"Any other ideas? Well, this student in red, please tell me..."

Maybe it was the first day of school, and the students wanted to make a good impression on Zhang Zhong, so they all behaved positively, and many students raised their hands to answer.

As for the answer, there are all kinds.

When everyone had finished speaking, Zhang Zhong turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard: The role of literature.

"Let's not 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 problem, that is, whether literature has any role. If we think it does, we can discuss the role of literature. What. Actually, I mentioned this issue in the open class before, but I hope that the students who have listened to the open class can extract themselves from what I said before, and dig out their inner thoughts. I Ask first, raise your hand if you think literature is useless."

No one raised their hands.

"Then I'll change the question and raise your hand if you think literature is useful."

All hands up.

"It seems that everyone has the same idea, and they all believe that literature has a role."

"Teacher, if we think that literature is useless, then we won't come to the class." A student said.

Zhang nodded emphatically, "From a logical point of view, this is the case. But even I have thought about whether literature is useful or not, and got stuck in it. When discussing this issue, we have to temporarily consider the functionality of words Separated from literature. Then the question comes, who can tell me what is the functionality of words?"

"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 students stopped talking.

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can separate these two functions for the time being. Now, who can tell me, did I manage to convey information when I was lecturing?"

Many students were nodding, 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 have been stunned by this time.

Zhang Zhong didn't want them to figure it out right away. If you want to know something clearly, you don't necessarily need to get an answer right away. 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 convey information, and there is no need to give words other meanings. I mentioned it in the public class before..."

Then enter Zhang Zhong's personal mode, where he will tell the students what he knows and learned.

Until the end of the class, he said, "There are 10 minutes left in this class, and this time is reserved for you. If you have anything to say, no matter what the topic is, you can mention it."

Students, you look at me, I look at you, the last courageous student got up and said, "Teacher, can I ask you for an autograph?"

As soon as this question was uttered, the whole classroom burst into laughter.

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "Of course, but this signature will appear on your report card at the end of the semester. Alright, next question."

With the first person to eat crabs, the students became more brave and asked all kinds of questions.

"Teacher, when is your new book coming out?"

"Teacher, can you analyze your own work for us?"

"teacher……"

Looking at the classroom that was about to get out of control, Zhang Zhong raised his hand and pressed it, "Too many questions, I will answer next time. Today's class ends here, but as usual, I will give you some homework. Homework...you go back and recall when you first wrote an essay, and write down your feelings at that time and your current feelings. After the homework is collected, I will review it one by one. Your usual points are all on the homework. I hope you can do it Take it seriously. In addition, when you come to the next class, you don’t need to bring the textbooks, but you can bring a notebook, maybe there are some things that need to be memorized.”

Zhang Zhong put away the lesson plans, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, there is something I forgot to mention, there will be a theme call for papers on [-] Literature Network in two days, please pay attention. Students of our college can log on to the school's official website, Submit directly, and I will see your manuscript in the background, come on, the bonus for soliciting manuscripts is quite generous.”

After 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, and all the students who came towards him were greeting him. Zhang Zhong nodded in response one by one. When he walked back to the government building, his neck was a little sore.

(End of this chapter)