Chapter 6 (2/2)

”Mr. Fang, if you don't listen to him, you have won. You are qualified to be our teacher.” The faster he read, the faster his hands moved, and the chalk and the blackboard rattled.

With a clear mouth and a noble spirit, calligraphy is flowing freely. Reciters, blackboard writers and the Millennium classic Tao Te Ching are integrated into one.

He is a hundred poems about Libai's wine fighting. He is a beautiful young man who dances in the bamboo sea and swords. He is Guanglingsan before Ji Kang's death. Any kind of art can send out a thrilling and conquering beauty.

”Tao can be said. It's extraordinary. The name can be named, not the name. The beginning of the unknown world. The mother of all things. Therefore, we often have no desire to see its wonderful. There is often desire to see its passion. Both of them come out with different names, which are also called Xuan. It's both mysterious and mysterious. It's the gate of all wonders. ”

At last, I recited the first sentence of Daodejing, and the chalk in my hand was broken due to the strong response.

The young man has a clear smile and a wild posture. The sun outside the window was warm, and he was daubed with gold.

At this moment, he looks like a god!

Silence.

Then all the students stood up.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, tear in the corner of your eyes!