Zhang Ye finished his speech!
There was no more movement from the audience!
Creak, creak. There was only the sound of the seats being closed. One by one, one by one, in just a short span of three seconds, almost everyone in the venue had stood up. No one said a word and just looked at Zhang Ye, who was onstage, with a look of shock on their faces. Over a thousand students, over a thousand pairs of eyes, and a sea of heads standing in the middle of the venue, this scene was also very shocking to see!
What a beautiful young China, never growing old with the Heavens!
What a strong young China, unbounded by the country!
What a speech this was! What a mood this was!
Some of the students might not have understood the vernacular in the beginning, but they understood the last few paragraphs. All of them felt their blood boiling. Zhang Ye's closing speech was like a fuse, igniting the hearts of all the students!
Young China!
This is our China!
When some of the students heard the last part, their eyes reddened uncontrollably. They were excited, moved, and impulsive. They could not help but cry!
I'm crying?
How can that be?
Why am I crying?
Some of the students touched their eyes and looked at the water droplets on their palms in disbelief. Once upon a time, whenever they heard a teacher speak, they would involuntarily feel sleepy. They would involuntarily let the words go in one ear and out the other, acting as if they were listening attentively, but in fact, they did not hear a single word. But now, today, Zhang Ye's speech had made them so excited that they were crying. They did not know what was wrong with them. No one knew what was wrong with them today. Many of them could not control themselves!
Only today did they understand that in the past, no matter how long the teachers tried to reason with them, the students would always resist. Very few people would listen. They had discussed this in private, and even during their advanced studies in normal schools, there were teachers who specifically discussed this topic. In the end, the result of their analysis was that the biggest problem was the rebellious mentality of the youth. This was a biological problem, a law of nature. There was no way to go against it. They could only let nature take its course and wait for the children to grow up and pass this rebellious period. Only then would they be able to listen to those great principles and understand the teachers' good intentions!
But today, these teachers knew that they were wrong. They were ridiculously wrong!
It wasn't that the students wouldn't listen! The students were not the type of people who would feel conflicted after hearing a long speech! This was not the student's fault, nor was it some bullsh * t reverse psychology or the laws of nature! It was the problem with what they, the educators, were teaching! What they said did not penetrate the hearts of the children at all! This fact was hard for many people to accept, but the scene in front of them left them speechless!
Zhang Ye had done it!
Ode to Young China had done it!
Looking at those excited children, everything was clear!
The rebellious mentality of teenagers? No! That was just an excuse! The truth behind the children's resistance was actually because … none of these educators had Zhang Ye's literary talent! Many of them were thinking that if they had a tenth of Zhang Ye's teaching standards and a tenth of Zhang Ye's literary standards, their relationship with the students would definitely not be like this. The students would definitely listen to their lectures seriously!
But there was only one Zhang Ye!
This kind of speech, this kind of prose, can only be said by him alone!
Many middle school teachers felt helpless. What was the use of knowing this? No one could imitate Zhang Ye! No one could compare to Teacher Zhang Ye's literary talent!
… …
At the rostrum.
Zhang Ye nodded, "My closing speech will end here. This is all I wanted to say. That's all I have to say. Thank you, everyone." He looked towards the two hosts.
Yan Jin did not go over.
Her husband, Zhao Xuan, did not move either.
The couple stared at Zhang Ye with their mouths agape. They were dumbfounded by his speech.
Then, realizing that the gala was over, Yan Jin hesitated for a moment and immediately gestured to Zhang Ye. After a few gestures, he pointed at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye understood that they wanted him to make the announcement. Hence, after a moment of hesitation, he did not reject it. He brought the microphone to his mouth, "Leaders, guests, students, teachers, I now announce that the 7th Annual National Primary and Secondary School Spring Festival Gala has come to a successful conclusion!"
Hua la!
Applause instantly erupted!
"Teacher Zhang!" It was unknown who shouted it first!
Then, the entire audience began to shout in unison!
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang!"
The more they shouted, the louder it became! In the end, it was unified!
Thousands of students were shouting "Teacher Zhang" in unison. There were male, female and child voices!
This scene was even more shocking than when everyone stood up. If this was a concert, it would not be strange. It was normal for everyone to shout the name of a celebrity, but this was not the case. This was a gala, and a gala that belonged to primary and secondary school students. Zhang Ye had only given a closing speech at the very end, but he had received such a warm welcome from the children!
Many of the Peking University teachers looked at each other!
Cao Mengmeng was overjoyed. She also joined in the commotion!
Yao Cui raised her hand and shouted, "Teacher Zhang! Teacher Zhang! "
Senior Zhou was also very excited at this moment. He shouted Zhang Ye's name together with the students!
The scene was too chaotic. The students were too passionate. The situation was getting out of control. The teachers who were leading the group tried to lead the students away, but it was not easy. Some teachers led the students away, but some of the children refused to leave. They were still shouting in their original spots!
Regarding this speech, the children had their own perspectives. After so many years and generations, the Chinese textbooks had always been the same. The teachers' teaching methods were also the same. Just like Yan Jiantao's point of view when he gave his speech, everyone looked down on them from above. All the teachers and adults used the same attitude and educational methods to treat them. They felt that they did not know anything, that they were just children. They just needed to listen to their teachers and follow their path. Generation after generation of brainwashing, generation after generation of indoctrination, it made the children believe in these things. Bit by bit, they lost their drive and were slowly pulled towards the values of the adults. Finally, when those people grew up and became parents, they would use such methods to educate their children!
However, Teacher Zhang Ye was not like that!
Zhang Ye did not treat them as children. He did not treat them as insensible people!
Zhang Ye had actually loudly told them today — China belongs to the youth! China is theirs! They are not weaklings! They are the pillars of the country!
In the eyes of the children, this was not a sound, but a cry, a trust. It made them uncontrollably puff out their chests and raise their heads. It made the proudest side of their hearts rush out of their bodies. The feeling of hot blood being stuck in their throats was hard to describe with words!
"Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang!"
Zhang Ye had already walked off the stage and returned to his seat.
When Su Na saw him from afar, she raised her hand and gave him a thumbs up!
Professor Zeng and many other Chinese department teachers also nodded at Zhang Ye. Many of them were not purely literature teachers, but they were all from the Chinese department. At least their literary standards were quite high. In the past, although some of the Chinese department teachers admitted that Zhang Ye's literary standards were definitely higher than theirs, there was still a limit to how high it was. It was probably just a little higher, but after listening to Zhang Ye's speech today, a few of them realized how childish their thinking was. It was even laughable. To be able to give such a speech, the literary standards of a person were already on a different level from them. It was the kind of person that could not be compared! The difference was too great! There was no room for comparison at all!
As for Professor Yan?
Between Zhang Ye and Yan Jiantao, who was better?
After Zhang Ye came back, many of the Peking University teachers and students who knew of the conflict between the two of them secretly looked in Professor Yan's direction. Everyone knew that there was no need to compare!
Who was better?
Everyone already had the answer in their hearts!
Who said that Zhang Ye did not know educational literature? If he did not know, then no one in the world would! It was not that Zhang Ye did not know this field, but that he had never shown it before!
This essay, "Ode to Young China", had shocked countless people! As for the content, Yan Jiantao's "Exhortation to Learning" speech from another angle was a pile of dog sh * t in comparison! Everything needed a reference. Looking back, Professor Yan's crappy speech was not even presentable! In terms of education, literature, and even in terms of influence and interest to the students, Zhang Ye's speech left Professor Yan in the dust!
And Zhang Ye's best points were his sarcasm and scolding!
Typically, when it was an educational speech, there would definitely not be any scolding. However, what made everyone shocked was that Zhang Ye was indeed f * * king worthy of being China's number one satirist! His scolding style was still ingrained in his bones. It could be added in anywhere! In the speech, there were countless parallels that used insulting words. He was scolding Yan Jiantao, the "old man" who took advantage of his seniority! Zhang Ye's sarcastic style was displayed to its fullest. He could even scold people in an educational speech! He even scolded so naturally, leaving people speechless. This was something that had never happened before!
What else?
Yan Jiantao's script had been prepared for several days! But Zhang Ye was forced to go up at the last minute to save the day. It was an impromptu speech, and it was all in vernacular! The Yin-Yang rhythm of the speech was not something Yan Jiantao could compare with. From this point, Yan Jiantao was not on the same level as Zhang Ye!
Oh?
Where's Old Yan?
Everyone looked around. Professor Yan, who was just here, had already disappeared. He definitely did not have the face to stay here any longer, so he had quietly left!
In the afternoon, Professor Yan was still arrogantly using his qualifications to oppress others. He educated Zhang Ye and criticized Zhang Ye, as though Zhang Ye did not know anything. But at this moment, Zhang Ye's short speech had turned the situation around. It was face smacking and scolding! Sigh, Professor Yan had lost his face to his grandmother's house this time!
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