Over a long period of time, everyone is quietly under the photosynthesis of time, imperceptibly changing, or insipid, or gorgeous, often the process is always beautiful and unforgettable, like a beautiful poem.
Awakening is experience, rebirth is feeling.
Half a year later, I came to listen to your class again, the mood is different from the previous joy, the feeling must be the most and the greatest.
I have a deep remorse, accusing myself of wasting time, having no concept, and always feeling neatly and methodically planned.
After three years of college, I was able to meet with Chinese only for half a semester, and then I never saw him again. Every time you come to class, you have to find out how many students have come to class. You cherish the time you spend with us, the only thing you can't copy.
I like Chinese, more like you, Mr. Liao, you have trendy make-up, sweet voice, and profound knowledge.
Half a year of Chinese time passed in a hurry, and before I had time to taste it, it became the loneliness of people leaving tea. I regretted that I had skipped your classes because of my laziness. I regretted not having listened to the lecture well in class, and I had been thinking in the clouds all the time. I regret not taking a book to write down the wonderful parts of your speech. In the end, there are only empty memories.
Fortunately, I haven't graduated yet, and I can still listen to your major in visual communication art and design.
Your way of teaching is novel and unique, and the way of giving lectures seems to be more dignified. The theme of the first lecture is "from Awakening to Rebirth". It is like a reborn process, reborn after breaking the cocoon, and the newborn will wash the soul.
This time, I learned to take notes and be serious. From culture to belief, from cultural glory to decline, concentrate and write seriously in the book.
"Survival is a living being and a human instinct. Culture is expression. " I am shocked, for a writer, survival is not writing, the inner language expressed in the form of words that is culture.
I was fascinated for a moment and couldn't keep up with the rhythm. When I came back, you were already talking about travel and good food. This year, I am infatuated with travel, always eager to travel alone to the distance, look at the world, feel the magic and beauty of nature.
At the beginning of the class, you first introduce yourself to be a foodie, and like to make some delicious food for yourself. You said that you must taste the local specialties during the trip, otherwise it will be in vain.
Listening to your class is really a kind of enjoyment, ah, expand your horizons but also increase a lot of knowledge, I am intoxicated with it.
I saw that the students in the class listened attentively, as if they were in the beautiful spring outing in the wild, the sound of lonely water, the gentle call of birds, and the green bushes and small animals playing, playing and playing. From time to time, the breeze greets like a gentle little girl, ivory flowers dance heartily in the grass, balloons fly everywhere, and there is a faint fragrance in the air, which is suitable for falling in love.
Time always quickens the pace and runs forward when it is very devoted. The class is over soon, and the beauty is over for the time being.
Never before have I felt as precious as I am now that time is like a candle. It seems that there is such a long period of time that it will be gone after burning. There are many candles, but we can never find the same one again.
Teacher Liao, the Chinese class has your mind as the seed, and then takes root and sprouts in the classroom, and finally blossoms like fireworks, from vision to hearing, feeling, touch, multi-coincidence presents a different effect. This semester, I will face myself with a new attitude, examine my heart, and be reborn after awakening.
From awakening to rebirth, a country, a nation is a subversive change, a new look must be clean, fresh like the air after the rain.
Awakening, must be self-improvement, rebirth, will be strong, and people, and things, unexpectedly are the same truth. Phoenix Nirvana, reborn in the fire, from the inside to the outside, are new.
(Li Xuanqi @ Mo Yao Zhu Xi / tr. by Phil Newell)
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