Half a Hundred Schools: A Collection of Books from the North 15
I brought a small box of pineapple puff pastry from Taiwan and prepared to give it to Mr. Tang Yisuke, a guidance professor who is in his eighties. Don't want to make a few phone calls, it's always empty. The daughter did not die, directly carried the pineapple crisp to the downstairs of Mr. Tang's house, grabbed the old half-day electric bell, and still no one answered.
Later, I finally asked from an administrative teacher, and Mr. Tang was hospitalized...
Counting the daughters have only seen Mr. Tang twice in total. The first time, it was my daughter who came to Peking University two years ago to take the doctoral class. Waiting in the conference room for a long time, Teacher Li and Teacher Wei, who took the main test, arrived early and greeted the people who took the exam, saying that Mr. Tang was slightly ill and would not arrive later, please don't be impatient. A group of test takers waited quietly in the conference room. After about an hour, Mr. Tang finally appeared with a cane. He was the leader of the Confucian center and had a reputation in Chinese academic circles, and his daughter met the Buddha-figure for the first time. He walked in a little trembling, looking like his body was not very good, but he was very majestic, forgetting how he had worded it at the time, anyway, he asked where the other two gentlemen were, and the daughter hurriedly replied that she was waiting next door. He didn't say a word, and turned around and left.
When the daughter walked into the interview room, which was very small, she saw three gentlemen sitting on the sofa, slightly cramped but warm because of the narrowness. Teacher Li once taught her daughter two classes and knew her daughter very well. My daughter presented a book that had just been published, and Mr. Tang looked at it and said that it was not yet an academic work. The daughter also honestly replied that the book was mainly for the interpretation of religious classics, and the object was the general public, or the minority of faith, far from the academic trend. Mr. Tang nodded slightly, indicating that he had listened. After asking about his undergraduate degree and research direction, and asking a number of questions, his eyes lit up and he began to persuade his daughter to switch to Confucianism. My daughter has always been dead-eyed, but she refuses to do so, and clearly means that I want to study the Taoist Heavenly Dao! He also did not give up: The Daoist Confucians also have ah, why insist on going to the Taoists...
The interview experience was too pleasant, and the daughter guessed that she should be able to get in, so she ran to the principal for a long vacation. I didn't expect the result to be no!
Although Peking University's academic qualifications are recognized in Taiwan, it does not mean that Public Education personnel can stay in their posts and go to the mainland for further study without pay.
This kind of thing is probably only done by a stupid daughter! Without figuring out what the situation was, I buried my head and rushed forward, and when I saw the end, I found that I had made the wrong runway, and I was busy in vain.
It is not necessarily a matter of being busy in vain. After two years of diving, my daughter also figured out that she was not Taoist material at all, although at that time, it was the Taoist who was "as good as water". But ask yourself, think about your religious beliefs or say religious sentiments, and obediently return to Confucianism.
This year, I re-applied for the exam, and the choice was Confucianism. The tutor was supposed to be Teacher Li, but when he applied for the exam from the Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan systems, there was only one tutor option in Confucianism. At this time, the daughter played the "naïve and messy" (to put it bluntly called Bai Mu) skill, thinking that Mr. Tang represented the entire Confucian Center, so without hesitation, she checked it, and waited until she came to take the exam to find that the signs were not right, There were still students under Teacher Li's name, and the daughter secretly cried bitterly in her heart, bad, this is like betraying the teacher!
However, it was difficult to harvest the water, and I became Mr. Tang's student anyway. A disciple who was studying with me asked about my teacher's inheritance, and as soon as he heard that it was Mr. Tang, he immediately said, "The generation of the master's sister is very high!" ”
High generations? Alas, it's hard to put into words!
Since entering school, I have only seen Mr. Tang once. Mr. Tang was not in good health, the tutor symposium that he should have attended did not appear, and the mid-autumn festival tutor's daughter was also unable to participate because of the class. Afterwards, he contacted him, and he asked me to go with another instructor, Xiao Lu, to his residence in Langrun Garden. The two talked all the way, and only then did they realize how small the world was! Ten years ago, when my daughter first went to Beijing, there were only two high schools visited that year, one was Beijing No. 1 Volunteer Beijing No. 4 Middle School, which was equivalent to the joint school of Taiwan Jianguo Middle School and Beiyi Girls' High School; and the other was beijing Normal University Second Affiliated High School, which was mainly aimed at the humanistic gifted class. This Little Lu turned out to be a student in the humanistic gifted class, and we were in the same classroom at the time.
To say that the world is very small, when my daughter was in college, Mr. Tang Zun Weng Tang Yongtong's "History of Wei and Jin Metaphysics" and "History of Wei and Jin Buddhism in the Two Han Dynasties" are all required reference books. How did he know that he would marry the master's son in the future?
Mr. Tang's wife's surname is Le, Professor Le Daiyun, a retired professor of the Department of Chinese of Peking University, who originally loved the Department of Foreign Languages of Peking University, but did not expect that the article for the examination was written too well, and was photographed by Mr. Wen Yiduo, who lobbied vigorously and transferred to the Department of Chinese. Mr. Tang once gave an interview and was asked how he fell in love with Mr. Le (here he is accustomed to calling a respected teacher Mr., which has nothing to do with gender), and he said with a little shyness: Mr. Le is very beautiful!
Haha, what a lover's eyes out of the West Shi!
The daughter and Xiao Lu saw the two of them sitting under the tree in the distance basking in the sun. As soon as the bicycle approached, Mr. Tang quickly stood up, which was very welcoming. Of course, the old man's movements are not very agile, saying that soon is just a feeling, not a realistic action. He walked toward the house, and there was a nanny (caregiver) beside him. No matter the object of care here, young or old, all are called nannies) Xiao Liu supported, only ten steps of stairs he still walked hard, two steps to get up the first step, to see people's hearts sad.
Mr. Tang let us sit in the study and talked very seriously about some of the principles of course selection, which were very general, but I could see the intentions and sincerity of the old man to promote the younger generations. Not long after the conversation, a teacher Wang from the department of Chinese brought flowers to Mr. Tang, and it turned out that it was Teachers' Day. Teachers' Day on the mainland, September 10, a day set by the State Council, has nothing to do with Confucius's birthday. Since the old man had a guest, Xiao Lu and I quickly retreated, but before leaving, Xiao Lu invited Mr. Tang to take a photo with us, he readily agreed, nodded his head and wanted to stand up, we quickly invited him to sit down, the two leaned on his seat, completed a historical picture.
Such a lens, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have it in the future...
Alas, suddenly a little sentimental, let's report to my father here today.