The annual French Month of Events takes place in March and aims to promote the French language and promote cultural diversity. French is the second most studied language in the world, with 800 million people speaking French by 2050.
The theme of this year's French Activity Month is "Telling", and the French teachers of New Oriental Second Foreign Language tell their years in France in the form of pictures.
My city - Paris Paris
Regarding the impression of Paris, this topic must be seen in the major public accounts that introduce studying in France, travel, and countless articles about Paris.
And in my eyes of Paris, the first time I met, I thought she was arrogant, cold, and complicated. Just because it is the first experience is completely a person who sets out to face all the unknowns, he feels lonely and helpless in his heart; but he is also unknown and full of expectations.
After spending some time together, I slowly realized that Paris is a free and inclusive city, where each of us seems to be able to be ourselves freely and easily. She has the power to be all-encompassing, doesn't care if you're Française, Chinoise, Japonaise..., or maybe you're a student with a tight living expense, a tramp at the subway station, and she can accept you with a smile, as long as you are equally willing to be positive with her.
The two years I spent in Paris, in retrospect, I did not have a particularly smooth life, mainly not in academics, but in life to face a lot of challenges. A large part of the reason is that at that time, I had not experienced the beatings of society and my independence was relatively poor. So facing a lot of small things that I have to experience myself always gives me a headache. But it happened to be those two years, the years when my psychological age grew faster in my life, after all, I had bravely completed all the moving tasks by myself. After returning to China after completing my studies, I am really no longer the timid girl who hugged my father and cried sadly before going abroad and said I don't want to go.
My school - Université de Paris 4
The first impression of the Sorbonne should have been obtained from the French textbooks of the undergraduate period, as well as from the notes after class. At that time, I didn't know too much, but I had a special yearning for her from the bottom of my heart. It may be that some of these unclear and unclear emotions have guided my final choice during my study abroad.
When I was still in school, the full name of the school was Université de Paris 4 - Paris Sorbonne, when she was still a university in the humanities, most famous for philosophy, history, literature and other majors. However, in order to enhance the influence and competitiveness of French public universities, especially some of the established universities, the University of Paris IV and the former French University of Pierre and Marie Curie (Paris VI University) have merged on January 1, 2018 to form the Sorbonne University. So far, she has become a comprehensive university with both arts and sciences and strong strength.
The school on the day of Cultural Heritage Day is also open to the public as a scenic spot - usually this courtyard, as long as the weather is good, are all students sitting on the floor, and sure enough, the casual temperament of the humanities is obviously leaked
Student ID during the second year of graduate school
The classroom in my eyes is tall
After class, I rubbed a school concert, also in the lecture hall
I studied at The Langue française appliquée, the so-called Applied French. The main study is pedagogy, linguistics, phonetics, etymology and other related courses. A considerable part of the courses are courses magistral (large classes), which are in the lecture halls. Speaking of the lecture room, the Sorbonne's lecture room was the tallest classroom I had ever seen at the time. The style is classical and gorgeous, and the class in it is like being in a European museum.
In the course of two years of study and life, one of the most impressive ones was one of our professors of terminology who had a buddhist poetic and bookish spirit. Once a week, he was always tortured to death, but in the blink of an eye, he was impressed by his talent and personality. Every time he had a lesson, I had to spend about 3 times as much time after class to sort out and digest, because it was too difficult and too abstract.
There is poetry and bookishness in the belly
Second, we will have a one-month internship during the first year of graduate school. At that time, through the introduction of the teacher, I and two other friends chose to go to a city in Slovakia, and in the school of economics of one of the universities, I conducted a one-month classroom observation internship, and communicated in French with a group of local students who spoke Czech and local teachers who taught French. And in a city where you can hardly see any Chinese, you suddenly want to eat a bowl of tomato egg noodles, and then through the search of the whole city, you really found the only Chinese food buffet restaurant! However, the dishes in the store are not provided with tomato egg noodles, and when I met the super sympa restaurant owner, I should also understand the homesickness of the students studying abroad, and promised to make a large bowl of tomato egg noodles for me. Although the noodle soup was a little salty, I was grateful for the snotty eating.
Internship at the Slovak-Bratislava University of Economics
My stay in France fun
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Heart-warming little things - thank you little black brother
I used to live in a typical French building in the 9th arrondissement of Paris, which means exactly as described in the romance novel, stepping on the creaking wooden floor and the attic on the top floor. The narrow staircase that spins to a little dizzying, and the red carpet that lays on it. And there's a concert that feels like René in the movie "The Elegance of the Hedgehog.". But unfortunately there is no elevator, or rather my one. So the last time I moved away, I dragged a large 28-inch suitcase alone, and moved down the stairs step by step, resulting in a subway station and exhausted energy.
Facing the steps of the subway station, I really don't have the strength to move anymore, and I can't move it anymore... Suddenly, a figure flashed on the subway steps and rushed toward me, the light was very dim, but I could faintly recognize a small black brother who was black and thin. What is particularly cute is that he is still holding a few unpeeled corn cobs in one hand (presumably he was in a hurry to help me, and he didn't have time to put them down). He helped me carry the box with one hand, and before I could thank him, he quickly ran to the stall truck roasting corn at the mouth of his subway. At that time, I was already a little sad to leave, and my eyes were red and my nose was sour in an instant.
I don't know if everyone has such a feeling, many times in our hearts, inexplicably fear or distrust of the black-skinned group. They will always be more or less associated with negative factors such as law and order chaos, inability to integrate, marginalized groups, etc. But in the three years in France, how many dark-skinned guys I have seen standing at the entrance of a subway station day and night, selling roasted corn for one euro a stick, will cutely ask you "Voulez-vous du sel Do you want to add some salt?" And the dark-skinned guy who sold the little tower under the Eiffel Tower and so on. They are obviously one of thousands of ordinary people who have hope for life and actively try to live a life. Race of skin color does not represent high or low, or whether it is good or dark.
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Thank you - warm little angel and your family
A senior in Nantes, he spent a year trying to experience life by doing babysitter for a little boy named Maxence. Later, I came to Paris, but every year I would receive messages from the little boy's mother, saying that Maxence remembered me and often mentioned me, asking me when I would be able to return to Nantes.
Speaking of this work, it is also a very fateful thing. I posted a photo with my cute little nephew on my resume and got a call from Mne Canard. She said that their children felt that I had a sense of first sight, so they wanted me to bring it. But the problem was that she already had a long-term stable babysitter in her house, so she set aside some of her time to bring it to me.
I distinctly remember the day I went to their house for the first time, and played with Maxence until after 11 o'clock in the evening when he didn't want to sleep; he asked me to draw for him, write Chinese characters, and write my name on his little book. After saying that, you can tell others that this is what Lu wrote to him, which is really super heart-warming petit garçon.
Warm and sensible Maxence cherub