"Mister Jin Gu!"
The old and familiar voice sounded. Jiang Chen looked at Gu Hongming in a daze, and Gu Hongming bowed slightly to Jiang Chen again.
This shocked Jiang Chen and he quickly moved aside.
"Sir?"
His expression was a little surprised and a little confused.
"I apologize for my previous words.”
"Putting aside the difference in standpoint, I admire your talent.”
"However, I still insist on my thoughts. Ancient Chinese is the orthodox culture of our Chinese civilization. A new culture is just a skeleton in a coffin. It can't inherit our nation and our entire culture!”
"I once said that Chen Zhongfu boasted shamelessly. In the name of promoting the new culture and burying the old culture, he blamed the sufferings of the Chinese people in modern times on the old Confucian school. Let me ask you, what sin did Confucius from two thousand years ago have against the people of today?”
"Confucius 'teaching method, like the mathematicians' addition, multiplication, and division, was three times nine two thousand years ago, and it's the same now. Three times three doesn't make eight. It doesn't make sense for one to blame the inventor for making a mistake when one doesn't know how to solve a problem. If this is considered a new culture, it's simply nonsense.”
Gu Hongming's voice was sonorous and powerful.
The entire hall fell silent.
Of course, this silence turned into a bright light in his eyes.
Because it seemed that the situation was not over.
Gu Hongming, Old Master Gu.
And Mister Jin Gu.
They were extremely clear about the relationship between the two.
The conflict between Wen and Bai started because of Mister Jin Gu's rise and Gu Hongming's rebuttal.
Now, even though Old Mister Gu Hongming bowed, he was still in a daze.
However, these words seemed to make them feel that a storm was coming.
How could they not be excited?
Especially now that the struggle between literature and white had entered its peak.
As the person who had started it, and also the person who stood at the peak of the literary and academic competition, all the students couldn't help but look forward to it.
The Peking University principal hesitated for a moment.
Although he felt a little helpless, he didn't have any intention of stopping her.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and finally didn't choose to ignore him.
Since he had already opened it, he had to say something.
At this time, the principal quickly arranged for the loudspeaker to be sent over.
"Thank you!"
Jiang Chen took the loudspeaker and expressed his gratitude.
"Mr. Gu, you have to know that there is more than one path to civilization, and there is more than one path to the future. The vernacular is bound to be the trend of the future. Of course, I don't deny the use of ancient Chinese. It is indeed better to inherit the Chinese civilization, but has Mr. Gu thought about it? If a civilization or a country wants to progress, it doesn't need to rely on one person or a few people, let alone a small group of people. This is especially so when we are already lagging behind.”
"What we need is to gather the power of the entire civilization, but how many people can we mobilize in the entire Huaxia civilization? A thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or a million? Is that enough?”
"The merits of classical Chinese: It lies in the refinement of words, the subtlety of words, the beauty of words, and the harmony of music. Moreover, with the characteristics of the literary interpretation, it could be used anywhere, but the [weakness] was also obvious: It was difficult to understand and not easy to be popularized. To understand classical Chinese, one had to go through appropriate training to understand the meaning, and to write classical Chinese was even more difficult.”
"Let's not talk about anything else. Everyone here, including you, me, and even Old Mr. Gu Hongming, can you be sure that you really understand everything?”
Jiang Chen's words were loud and powerful as they echoed throughout the hall.
It seemed that the change from a speech to a debate did not affect him at all.
"Mister Jin Gu's words are just sophistry. Although classical Chinese is difficult to understand, it doesn't mean that it's difficult to make it popular. Classic Chinese is a common language. Any child who has learned a few Japanese can understand a thing or two, let alone admit it. May I ask if any of you can understand it? Can you understand the 20 histories?”
"The classical Chinese not only inherited the culture of China, but also inherited the artistic conception of China. May I ask, how can the artistic conception of ancient poetry and vernacular literature be compared? Mr. Jin Gu, you have written poems in vernacular literature, but do you think that Mr. Jin Gu's poems can really compare to the beauty of ancient poetry?”
Gu Hongming snorted coldly, his words targeting the vital parts.
Indeed, classical Chinese was difficult to understand, but if it was not deliberately mystifying, classical Chinese would not be so difficult to understand.
Another point was that the beauty of the poems was indeed incomparable to the ancient poems.
Even at the peak of the later generations, this gap still existed.
Not to mention now.
"Pa pa pa pa……"
Everyone lowered their heads, and then an orderly applause sounded.
"Sir, you are right. Have you ever thought about how we should learn from the barbarians to control them? The technology of the West is advanced. How should we translate them into ancient Chinese? The ancient Chinese language is beautiful, but it is less practical. What we need is to quickly spread the new knowledge of the West to our 400 million compatriots. Since you are strongly promoting the Chinese civilization and even constantly praising the ancient ideas, you should know that there are big problems in translation. Translating a foreign language into an ancient language was almost impossible. Could it be that Sir could do it?”
"As for elegance, the vernacular language has only just been developed. Sir, can you conclude that the elegance of the vernacular language will not be comparable to the ancient language in a hundred years? Even if it is not possible, advocating the new culture does not mean completely denying the old culture. The new culture passes on science, and the old culture inherits civilization. Why can't the two go hand in hand?”
Jiang Chen's smile remained in the applause, and his voice sounded again.
With the memories of his later life, he undoubtedly had a clearer understanding of ancient and vernacular languages. Naturally, he could grasp the key points at all times.
His words immediately made everyone in the hall fall into deep thought.
Even Gu Hongming couldn't help but tremble. Jiang Chen's words naturally hit his heart.
Gu Hongming had translated three of the Four Books of China-The Analects of Confucius, The Doctrine of the mean, and The Great Learning. He also wrote English books such as "Qing Chuan" and "Spring and Autumn Dayi", and was keen to promote the culture and spirit of the East to Westerners.
He naturally noticed the problem in the translation, but he originally thought that this was the fundamental reason why the Western civilization could not explain the Chinese civilization.
Of course, he also thought so now, but Jiang Chen's words also reminded him of the problem.
No matter how confident Gu Hongming was in the Chinese civilization, or how much he believed that the Confucian doctrine of benevolence and righteousness could save the cruelty and destruction that appeared in the competition of the strong and the weak, he was still a person who had a strong foundation. He believed that the traditional culture that was being abandoned by the Chinese was the best way to save the world, and Confucianism was the essence of this culture.
However, the key point was that the decline of China in modern times was undeniable. Even he had to admit that if China wanted to rise, they had to learn western technology. Of course, in his opinion, they only needed to learn technology. The rest was not worth mentioning.
It was just that in his contemplation, many people couldn't help but get excited again, and their eyes couldn't help but light up as they looked at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's theory from the future deeply shocked them.
"Mr. Jin Gu is right. Perhaps this is the path for China.”
"The new culture passes on science, while the old culture inherits civilization. Mr. Jin Gu is simply a genius!”
"Mister Jin Gu, can you compose a few more poems?”
"Mr. Jin Gu, we were deeply moved by your three lines of scriptures. Can you make a few more?”
...
The incessant sounds mixed with the students who looked at each other expectantly, Jiang Chen's heart moved, and then he decided to go.
"Since everyone is in such an interest, I will take the liberty to say more.”
He spoke.
As he spoke, the venue fell silent again.
Even Gu Hongming, who was deep in thought, temporarily shifted his gaze over.
At this moment, many people had already taken out pens washi.
A three-line poem was enough to prove Jiang Chen's talent. Now that he showed it again, everyone was looking forward to it.
"If you are a fish, don't be lost in the sky. If you are a bird, don't be infatuated with the sea.”
...
The sonorous voice continued.
The short words that traveled far away in the silence instantly touched everyone's hearts.
Everyone was stunned at first, then stunned, and then unsatisfied.
However, it was not over yet.
Jiang Chen's voice continued.
"I never thought about whether the future would be smooth or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is within my expectations.”
"Your return is a poem, your departure is a poem, and you dare not act rashly while laughing at the wind and dust. I can eat chaff, and I can recognize coarse clothes.”
"White tea, nothing else. I'm waiting for the wind and waiting for you. Bitter wine breaks willows and leaves today. There's no wind, no moon, and no you.”
"When I passed away last night, my heart was as still as water. When I was reborn this morning, my heart was warm!”
"The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light.”
"The gentleness when she lowered her head was like a shy lotus flower that could not withstand the cold wind. She said," Take care, take care."There was a sweet sorrow in that" Take care "!”
........
Words came out of Jiang Chen's mouth, one after another, modern poems that he was extremely familiar with.
At this moment, all the Peking University students went from joy to shock. Their pupils widened, and their thoughts were unable to flow.
Those poems that looked simple but sounded not simple at all touched the hearts of the figures.
Jiang Chen didn't stop talking.
He was already prepared to throw the king and explode.
Modern poetry was indeed not as beautiful as ancient poetry, but it could not withstand hundreds of years of accumulation. On the other hand, ancient poetry had undeniably begun to decline after the Tang and Song Dynasties.
For Jiang Chen, although he didn't have those extremes, he knew the importance of the old culture to the entire Chinese civilization, but the new cultural movement was inevitable.
Without the New Culture Movement, China would not have developed for the next hundred years.
No matter what, no matter what would happen, he had to go up.
This was for the country and the people.
At this moment, no matter who it was, their eyes were all on Jiang Chen.
Gu Hongming was silent. The principal of Peking University, as well as all the teachers, were shaken.
His heart was filled with ripples.
Jiang Chen's voice continued for a long time.
His poems and essays even made people break their pen.
Below, many people were frantically recording.
All sounds had long disappeared.
All that was left for everyone was a deep shock, as well as crazy records and memories.
They had to remember every moment here and every sound of Jiang Chen's voice in case they forgot.
But Jiang Chen's words made them feel despair.
They didn't know how much more was in the mouth of the person before them, and how many more words could touch their hearts.
Until someone's notebook was full of words. Even his arms, feet, and clothes were filled with words.
Jiang Chen's voice slowly came to an end.
"Gentlemen!"
"A new era has arrived. China needs you, and the country needs you.”
"The struggle between the new culture and the old culture should not become the main body of our people and this country. This is only our choice. The new culture is the future, and the old culture is the past. It doesn't matter whether we give up or give up. We must embrace the past, and we will always be in the future.”
"Xu Xiake once stayed on the mountain path I walked through. The pass I walked through was once guarded by the Six Nations. The city tower I stood on was once firmly guarded by Yu Qian. The northwest grassland that I can now gallop on was once fought for by Huo Qubing. I can also eat the braised pork that Su Shi used to eat. I can also drink the wine that Taibai used to toast to the moon. I can also read about the bones and flesh of my predecessors after many calamities. I could even recite the words they used to describe their love, hate, and sorrow after the great joy and sorrow. The greatest gifts this land left to our descendants should be these two. One is history, and the other is culture. The former can be used to reflect on the world, and the latter can be used to moisten the heart.”
"Thank you!"
Jiang Chen bowed deeply to the crowd.
Before anyone could react, he had already turned around and headed towards the backyard.
The people who stayed behind were still shocked, as well as the undulating figures.
These people still echoed in Jiang Chen's words.
Even some top-notch existences were no exception.
Jiang Chen's words were too shocking.
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(4,000-word chapter, third chapter, there will be another chapter later. The rest can only wait until tomorrow. It's so tiring to write!)）
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