Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"Follow the order of the prince." Wang Feng cupped his hands respectfully. After the beatings of life, he has long since lost his original innocence. In his eyes, Li Xin is no longer the murderer who ruined his family, but the benefactor who saved him from the fire and water. For the future, he doesn't have too many extravagant hopes, and being a teacher in this village is not a bad choice. At least the children in front of them respected him sincerely and called him "Sir".

Li Xin waved his hand, signaling to Wang Feng not to be so serious, and then said with a smile: "I just heard you talking about phonology, which reminded me of a few related verses. Why don't you listen to it for me and see if it can be used in the teaching of these children ?”

Wang Feng nodded and said, "My lord, please tell me."

Chen Youlan's eyes lit up, and she quietly pricked up her ears.

"The sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind, and the mainland is against the sky." Li Xin slowly recited the passage he is most familiar with, "The crane dances on the roof, the jade flute makes the crimson moon fade away; on the Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows off Beauty style." Chen Youlan and Wang Feng came back to their senses after the last word was pronounced.

"How is it?" Li Xin himself asked a little confused. He just wishful thinking that this thing is good for teaching children, but he doesn't know whether it can be used or not. Although he possesses outstanding insights from later generations, these insights may not be able to transcend the reality of Datang and have an effect. So some things still need to consider the opinions of professionals, such as Wang Feng.

Unexpectedly, Wang Feng suddenly became excited and grabbed Li Dao: "Yes! That's great! Does your lord have any other rhyme formulas?"

Seeing that Wang Feng was so excited, he probably wasn't flattering him just to please him, so Li Xin heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, don't get excited."

Wang Feng quickly let go of his hand and said, "Forgive me, my lord, it's because the villain got excited at the moment."

"It's okay." Li Xin naturally didn't care about this little gaffe.

Wang Feng smiled wryly and said: "My lord doesn't know something. Phonology is extremely difficult to teach, some things are hard to say, and can only be experienced through repeated reading. The usable rhyme formulas are really too important for these young children."

Chen Youlan remained silent at the side. Frankly speaking, based on what she knew about Li Xin, even if Li Xin said that he was pregnant, she would not be surprised. What the hell, isn't it the sound and rhyme formula? In the past, the rhyme poems were all poems made out of rote rhymes, how could even such rhymes be written so well?

Perhaps the first half of this verse is still a bit childish and simple, but in the second half, all kinds of images are integrated together in an extremely unified manner, turning into a very imaginative picture, which makes people hold their breath.

Chen Youlan clearly felt God's preference for Li Xin. This is really frustrating.

Li Xin did not notice Chen Youlan's mood. He suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered something he had forgotten: Damn, pinyin!

From the beginning of listening to the rhyme class just now, he faintly felt that something was wrong, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something. It was only at this moment that he suddenly felt that two nerves in his brain were suddenly connected, and he came up with this amazing word: pinyin .

When it comes to letting children understand the pronunciation of words and the basic principles of sound and rhyme, is there anything more suitable than pinyin?

Seeing Li Xin's inexplicable slap on the forehead suddenly getting excited, Wang Feng was a little puzzled, and asked tentatively, "My lord?"

Li Xin came back to his senses, pulled Wang Feng to squat down on the spot, picked up a short wooden stick from the side of the road, and started a simple speech on the dry sand. Starting from dismantling characters into initial consonants and finals, and taking the simplest four-tone as an example to demonstrate the rules of phonetic notation.

Wang Feng's eyes ranged from puzzlement, to thoughtful, to suddenly enlightened, and then to fanaticism. He seemed to be stupefied, pulled Li Xin, and said incoherently: "Your Highness! Your Highness! You are a genius! I, I, and I, such methods, How can a mortal be able to figure it out! After having this pinyin, why do thousands of young children need to be enlightened by teachers, as long as they master the pinyin, they can start reciting classics by themselves! God, the world is in great order! The world is in great order!"

Although there are many dross in Confucianism, it is undeniable that the vast majority of Confucians do have a strong sense of responsibility to their family and country, and are willing to continue to pursue the so-called "great governance". According to the sage, if everyone can read and educate the world, this is a sign of great order in the world. It was precisely because Wang Feng realized the function of pinyin that he became so enthusiastic all of a sudden. It touched on his highest ideals.

Li Xin could understand Wang Feng. After all, his love for the land of China may not be without the credit of Confucianism.

Confucianism is something that grew up in the blood of the Chinese people. It is absolutely impossible to refute and completely deny it. It is almost equivalent to denying the foundation of the nation. However, it is necessary to remove the dross, extract the essence, and then transform it so that it no longer becomes a prison for Chinese people's thinking.