Hao Ping and Lin Jianhua nodded and smiled at Zhang Yida, indicating that they understood and would report to him.

Zhao Erya sat in the audience, looking at Zhang Yida who was on the stage speaking passionately and giving advice, her eyes were full of little stars.

She graduated from the Chinese Department and is more or less an angry youth.

She cannot be attracted to a person who smells like copper. She feels that Zhang Yida has the highest image in her mind at this moment.

"Mr. Chen Pingyuan (a disciple of Zhu Ziqing) once sighed when he saw old photos of the Southwest Associated University: a group of ragged intellectuals, standing majestically between heaven and earth. This should be the image of Mr. Beijing in the eyes of the Chinese people.

No matter where you are in the future, no matter what career you will be engaged in in the future, can you always ask yourself, as Beijing University people, do we still have that kind of awe-inspiring spirit?

Can that kind of spiritual charm, a fulfilling life, "the heart of heaven and earth, the destiny of the people, and the unique learning of the saints" still resonate in our hearts?

Marx once lamented that France does not lack wise people, but it lacks people with backbone.

Today's China also does not lack wise people, but it lacks people with faith.

Recovering faith should start with cultural confidence.

Next, I will take some practical actions in this regard. I am not a person who just talks without practicing.

Everyone's writing skills are good, and when the time comes, whether you praise or criticize them, you can say a few words.

We are all classmates... Ahem, if you really want to spray, please be gentle!"

The students in the audience were amused by Zhang Yida again. I don’t know how many times it was. He was sometimes serious and sometimes funny, which gave them a headache!

Finally, I quote a scholar’s ​​words to my dear classmates.
Chapter completed!