Composition for the senior high school entrance examination in Hebei Province: Repeated learning of key knowledge 1 Confucius is a great teacher and a great learner.
In modern times, I'm afraid only Li Shutong, a famous Hony Master in the Republic of China, can be compared with Confucius.
Zhao Yan, the grandson of the famous writer Ye Shengtao, once wrote an article recalling Li Shutong. One of the clips said that when Li Shutong was a teacher, his English pronunciation was purer than that of a specialized English teacher, and Chinese was more profound than that of a real Chinese teacher. Calligraphy and music are as excellent as the first-class calligraphers and musicians in China.
Confucius is proficient in "six arts", etiquette, music, archery, calligraphy and mathematics. In today's words, he got through the two veins of "being an official", not only practicing arts and sciences, but also playing chess, calligraphy and painting. He is an omniscient and omnipotent teacher.
But Confucius was an excellent learner.
His old man has a famous' study book': learning from time to time is a pleasure!
Confucius emphasized "learning" as well as "learning", and "learning" and "learning" are the source of happiness.
Of course, Confucius also famously said the principles and methods of "learning", that is, "reviewing the past and learning the new". Learning new is the essence of learning. If you only learn, you can't learn anything new, but simply repeat it.
Everyone who has achieved success in learning has made great efforts in "learning". There is a learning proverb in the west: "Repetition is the mother of learning!" Si Xia, a famous special-grade teacher in Nanjing, also has a wise saying: Learn the key knowledge repeatedly!
How many people can remember everything like Qian Zhongshu? Just like Zhang Song in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he only lives by books. Most people are ordinary people and need to "learn" repeatedly to get the essence of learning content.
Don't say that you and I are ordinary people. Even Confucius, who studied piano, had a story of "I don't know the taste of meat in March". Finally, I realized from a piano piece that it was "King Cao Wen" written by King Wen.
When Confucius reported the name of this song, his teacher Shi Xiangzi left the table and bowed: "My teacher told me that this song is called" Wang Wencao ".
Qian Zhongshu has a famous saying: The smarter people are, the more willing they are to make the stupidest efforts! If there is a shortcut to learning, then the repetition of key knowledge is a shortcut.
Composition for the senior high school entrance examination in Hebei Province: Key knowledge 2 Repeated learning has no other taste, and it tastes simple and salty. I once blindly refused to accept such bitter tears. How can its water be salty?
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"Cough, cough ..."
Early in the morning, I was fast asleep when my father's urgent, heavy and terrible voice came from my ear. My mother immediately ran away with a cup of hot water. I put on my clothes and looked out at him. My father swallowed a few mouthfuls, and his red face gradually returned to its original dullness.
"Go to sleep, rest more, and don't get tired. I'll call you when the meal is ready ..." Mother patted her father's camel back and gently closed the door.
At this time, I am no longer in the mood to sleep. I dressed carefully and went into the kitchen.
"Mom, my dad's pharyngitis again? Or is bronchitis getting worse? "
"The weather is cold, and our teaching printing machine can only work at room temperature. Your father added a "coal fire" (stove) in the computer room, and he worked in it all day during the day, which was very smoked ... "My mother paused with a kitchen knife in her hand and continued," After dinner, I went to the street and bought a hot fan, so that there was no need for "coal fire" ... "
"Cough, cough ..."
I pushed open the door left unlocked and ran out quickly. Yes, I ran out. Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid to hear that deadly voice, I'm so scared, so scared. ......
At this time, it was still a little dark, and the cold earth was silent, with only a few trees around. I stood alone, trying not to let my heart be occupied by something called fatherly love, but slowly, I found it was all in vain.
I don't know how long it took, but a ray of light suddenly shot into my eyes. Suddenly I woke up and found my face covered with tears. I don't know why I shed tears, but I really tasted it. A little bitter, no, a little salty. ...
The horizon in the east is already red, and the sun seems to be pinned down by something and refuses to jump out.
I lingered at the door for a long time, but I didn't want to go in. "Why don't I go home in the morning?" ? Why don't I help my mother cook? Why don't I talk to dad? "But, I looked at home from a distance and refused to move.
"XX, go home for dinner, hurry up, it will get cold soon." Father called me.
I quickly dried my tears and responded to him, my father. Looking back at him, he has turned around. In the morning light, I saw his bent body and some shining white hair. ...
I don't know why, my heart suddenly hurts. I tried to hide it, but it was too late.
At that moment, how I wanted to keep time, let it be fixed on that photo forever, so that I could lick my father's back freely; How I want the sun to rise higher and warm my father with warmer light; How I want to grow up quickly, so that he will stop running for me, his family and his livelihood; What I want, what I want. ......
Cough, cough, cough ...