My tutor, Mr. Qian, is a southerner and has a strong literati temperament.

At the age of forty, Mr. Qian had become a doctoral supervisor, the youngest and most promising scholar in the Chinese Department at that time. He looks a little shy and has a strong southern accent when giving lectures.

One of my senior sisters often secretly imitates his accent of "pulling weeds in the mountains" in the ancient Yuefu.

After getting familiar with Mr. Qian, he once told me, what are you laughing at when I read poetry?

I care about everything else, Mr. Qian said. Don't think I don't know. You are laughing at my nonstandard Mandarin.

He looked serious at that time, but he didn't mean to be angry. My first feeling at that time was that the teacher was very amiable and I would be very happy to study under his door.

I knew Mr. Qian very well when I was an undergraduate, and there was an elegant story of "offering a gift".

Mr. Qian gave a class on Tang poetry, and asked to write a paper as usual at the end of the term, but Mr. Qian said that he was willing to write a paper, but he didn't want to take the same exam.

Mr. Qian was the first Chinese department to complete the term paper with creation instead of paper.

I am a lazy student, thinking about the Seven Laws is only 56 words, which is much more cost-effective than writing a paper. So I started my career as a poet. I wandered around the world of online poetry, stealing teachers and practicing at the same time, and finally I really fell in love with metrical poetry.

When my work was affirmed by online poetry friends, I got up the courage to hand in my homework and got the highest score of 95 in my class.

I was in Dengtian, and once Mr. Qian saw me, he specifically told me not to be complacent. Later, your brother handed in another paper, and I gave you 98 points, but I gave you 95 points, not because you wrote well, but because you just learned and encouraged you.

I know who that brother is. He can be regarded as a famous professional poet in our department and the president of our school's poetry club. I'm a little wronged. Can such a professional compare with him?

Teacher Qian said, why not? If you want to learn poetry in the future, you can come to me at any time.

Therefore, when I was an undergraduate, I became a student of Mr. Qian. I didn't study it at first, but I studied metrical poetry.

Because of Mr. Qian's gentle personality, his classmates often make fun of him, saying that the clothes he wears are too simple. I have a sister in my dormitory, with a well-off family and fashionable clothes. Once when she came back from shopping in ITC, she told us in a big fuss that the broken bag Mr. Qian was carrying was seen in a monopoly in ITC. More than 2,000 small ones and 4,000 big ones! Everyone was suddenly tongue-tied.

I took the opportunity to ask Mr. Qian. I heard that your bag is very expensive. Mr. Qian looked blank and said it was impossible. This is the last time I attended a poetry conference. Someone gave it to him. I insist that this is true. He blushed a little and never carried this bag again.

Since then, that fashion girl often blames me for talking too much. Teacher Qian's bag is so good that I dare not carry it.

I majored in classical literature at first, and Mr. Qian majored in ancient literature. If I want to formally become his student in the master's stage, I must give up walking and take a competitive exam. What really made me decide was that day.

In the ancient literature class in the morning, everyone sat neatly, waiting for Mr. Qian to attend the class. Miss Qian, who has never been late, is not only half an hour late, but also has messy hair and a haggard face, as if she had just had a serious illness.

Then he went to the podium and told us that his tutor, Mr. Chen, had passed away.

At that time, he said a lot, and he couldn't hear clearly. Then, he turned and wrote a poem on the blackboard. The next sentence is: "From then on, the goalkeeper will become eternal."

Then he threw away the chalk and turned to tell us that his teaching career was over and he choked up.

It was a real and heartbreaking sadness. It is a kind of gratitude for teaching and another kind of bereavement.

At this moment, I admire this teacher from the bottom of my heart and secretly swear to be his student. I believe this teacher is not a cold laboratory or a simple classroom, but a family that can help me, tolerate me and encourage me.

This is the emotion that people who inherit ancient literature should have, and this emotion deeply touched me when I was studying in a foreign land.

I was lucky to succeed in one-thirtieth of the exams. I became one of his students.

From then on, I will go to my great-grandfather's grave with my brothers and sisters every year and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Day with my great-grandfather.

We are not only classmates, but also brothers and sisters.

I have no brothers or sisters. I live alone in a foreign land far from my parents, but I see everyone's warm affection.

Headed by Mr. Qian, more than half of the teachers are "poets", and everyone is studying the literature of Wei, Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties. So when we get together, we can't help but be arty, talk about the purpose of Qingyuan, or rhyme together. The brother mentioned earlier developed me into the editor-in-chief of the poetry club in time, so the poets of the poetry club often participate in activities with their teachers. Everyone talked and laughed at the dinner table and said a lot of wisecracks. My sister suggested that the jokes and anecdotes at the party be compiled into a book "Shi Shuo Xin Yu" as a souvenir, and this task fell to me. It's a pity that I'm a lazy person, which has delayed the creation of Newspeak.

One Mid-Autumn Festival, teachers got together at Mr. Qian's house. Everyone made rhyming poems first, and then connected sentences. It's getting late. My boyfriend is waiting for me in a coffee shop downstairs until closing time. Then I found there were boys in the coffee shop. They didn't do anything. When asked, it turned out to be my school sister's boyfriend. So several people decided to set up Qianmen Support Club and take this coffee shop as their base.

In the year when I graduated, Mr. Qian went to Japan for one or two years because of school arrangements. My dream of finishing my doctorate at school suddenly failed to come true.

Shi Shuo Xin Yu has also been lazy and has not been sorted out, but students are scattered in all directions.

The poetry club failed to develop in our hands, but when we left, we still couldn't help but want to cry.

After all, what a carefree life it is. How many times can you live?

Thank god, let me be isolated from secular dust in my heyday and enjoy the life of ancient poetry and wine for a short time.

Someone asked me if I would like to be a professional writer in the future, and I said no.

Because I only have one dream.

In my innocent years,

I will also become a teacher, stand on the platform and tell my dream of poetry.

I will also try my best to leave a romantic dream for my students.

Always thank the teachers in life.

I love you.

Second, do you remember some gentlemen from the Chinese Department of Peking University?

Text/Chen Hengshu

Qian Xi Zhi

Professor Qian is a doctoral supervisor of Chinese Department in Peking University. Mainly engaged in the teaching and research of China ancient literature, and the host of the national excellent course "China Ancient Literature".

Compared with Lao Qian (Qian Liqun), Xiao Qian's reputation is probably not so great. The styles of the two Mr. Qian can be said to be a sharp contrast. Old money is unrestrained, and small money is probably graceful. Old Qian is a chivalrous man on the rostrum, and little Qian has the demeanor of a celebrity. No wonder Lao Qian studied Lu Xun and modern literature, and naturally he has a little chivalrous spirit of Lu Xun. The main directions of penny are ancient times, pre-Qin and Han dynasties, Wei and Jin dynasties and Tao Yuanming. Gentleness is naturally indispensable. The first time I listened to Mr. Xiao Gan's lecture was about Tao Yuanming. He called Tao Yuanming "the poet of life", which greatly inspired the ideas of my later two papers.

In my sophomore year, Mr. Xiao Gan gave us a lecture on the literary history of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties. Contrary to the teaching methods of literary history we have heard before, he did not try to establish a complete framework and clues to describe the development of literature from the perspective of "history", but only outlined the literary development of an era, and then picked up a book to tell them one by one. Like Lao Qian, he also likes to read aloud, with a deep voice and a strong Zhejiang accent. Many ancient rhymes, especially Rusheng characters, can only be read by Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialects. Read one, and then tell everyone, this poem is good, but where is it, and so on. Reading with my husband is really a wonderful feeling.

Mr Qian Qian attaches great importance to reading works. Not only reading, but also reciting, including exams. Once I read the original post on BBS, I found that many students complained a lot about Mr. Xiao Qian after a final exam, on the grounds that the exam questions were too difficult. At first glance, it seems that there is nothing difficult, just filling in the blanks of some very common poems, but many people can't answer them. But Mr. Qian didn't change the old ones when he taught us. He also told us that we should read more good works, and it is best to memorize them, and seize the time while our memory is still good. He also told us that when he was studying in Zhejiang, his teacher told him that what a person could recite before the age of 20 would basically never be forgotten in his life. It is basically difficult to have such a good memory in the future. Let me count, there are only three months left, which is very sad. Teacher Yu really has the feeling of meeting and hating each other. Indeed, there is always no harm in reading, remembering and memorizing more and learning ancient literature. Teacher Zhang Jian later insisted that we recite more when talking about the history of China's literary criticism, saying that the current education told us not to learn by rote. This is not right. When I was a child, I had to "recite" more things, and I gave a whole recitation question during the exam. As a result, I got a terrible answer. This is basically consistent with Mr. Xiao Gan's idea.

I remember that before the final exam of that semester, Mr. Xiao Gan arranged a question and answer session. There was a room full of people at that time, probably to set some questions. When they went, they asked, Teacher, what did you take in this exam? Don't test what? Mr. Penny mumbled a few words, and they couldn't ask any more questions. They just sat there without saying a word. Only Mr. Penny and I are talking about something that has nothing to do with the exam. Mr. Qian suddenly asked, have you read all the works of a writer? I said that I had read Tao Yuanming's collected works. Mr. penny asked again, have you finished reading it? I said yes. Mr. Penney smiled and slapped the table and said, well, it will definitely help you, even though I took Du Fu this time ... I didn't figure it out at that time. Back to the dormitory, someone patted me on the shoulder and said, well, you, just set the exam in the corner. I thought about it. Oh, it seems so. As a result, a big question related to Du Fu was really tested at the end of the term. But my answer is not good. I wasted Mr. Penny's praise that day, and now I feel a little ashamed.