I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 224: A Poetry Class Full of Laughter

In Mr. Qiao’s ancient poetry and prose class, the beginner class learns ancient poetry, and the intermediate class learns ancient prose.

But strictly speaking, the division is not so even, she talks about a little bit of everything.

Teacher Qiao is going to talk about the topic of classical Chinese translation in today's class. Before it started, she had no idea that this class would be full of problems and laughter.

"Uncle and aunt, I want to emphasize again before class that if you don't know how to do a translation question, you should translate it word for word. Just translate the general meaning and don't make up something."

"If you are unsure of the meaning, you can look it up on your phone. Let's take a look at how everyone writes it first."

"Uncle Lu, you are the class monitor. Please give everyone a demonstration and translate the first question." Teacher Qiao looked at Uncle Lu expectantly.

Uncle Lu was originally the monitor of the junior class. Before and after he was promoted to the next grade, he was re-elected as the monitor of the intermediate class. He was usually very authoritative in the class. Except for the fact that he could not control the two "dangerous elements" Lao Fu and Uncle Li, he was widely praised in all aspects of class management.

This semester, Mr. Fu and Uncle Li are not in the poetry class, so Uncle Lu has taken his management work to a higher level, but his learning tasks are proceeding with some difficulty.

"How do you translate the first question, 'Confucius said: Do not travel far away when your parents are still alive'?"

Teacher Qiao repeated the question again, hoping that Uncle Lu could get off to a good start.

Uncle Lu hesitated for a long time and didn't say a complete sentence: "Teacher, can I not say it? I think my translation is wrong."

Teacher Qiao thought he was nervous and patiently comforted him: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if the translation is wrong, the teacher will help you correct it."

“Confucius said: Your parents are in my hands, you can’t run far.”

Uncle Lu covered his face with the test paper, and he himself felt that the answer was outrageous.

Teacher Qiao’s eyes suddenly widened. How come a family drama suddenly turned into a police and gangster film?

"Sit down first." Teacher Qiao always uses encouragement to educate uncles and aunts. "Although Lu translated the second half wrong, he knows that the 'zi' here refers to 'Confucius'."

Uncle Wang, who was sitting at the table behind Uncle Lu, asked actively: "Teacher, is Confucius the one who wrote The Art of War?"

His deskmate disagreed at first: "Didn't I write The Art of War?"

The two people started a debate on the spot, and the people around them joined in the discussion.

"A hundred schools of thought contend" is staged again at the senior citizens' university.

Teacher Qiao smiled kindly: "It sounds like they are shouting with full energy. The uncles and aunts are in good health."

……

After explaining the meaning of “Do not travel far away while your parents are still alive”, Teacher Qiao did not dare to ask any more random questions.

She stood in the aisle between the two rows, scanned the room, carefully picked out the one with the most words written, Aunt Zhou, and asked in a friendly manner, "Aunt Zhou, can you tell us the translation of the second sentence, 'The Master said: If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.'"

Aunt Zhou said firmly and forcefully: "Confucius said: If you find out the way to your home in the morning, you will be dead in the evening."

Teacher Qiao was standing with one hand on the table. When she heard this, her feet slipped and she almost fell down. "Auntie, if I remember correctly, we are learning "The Analects of Confucius", not "Lunyu". There is no need to do it, right?"

"The literal translation of this sentence is: If you know the truth in the morning, you will not feel regretful when you die in the evening. It is used to describe the urgency of pursuing the truth or a certain belief."

Teacher Qiao, the translator for the uncles and aunts, only saw the urgency but not the pursuit of truth.

"Almost, almost." Aunt Zhou sat down with a smile.

She paid her granddaughter who was in junior high school to write this for her for ten yuan. The child said she had learned this sentence, and it seemed that the child's level was similar to hers.

The following questions also forcibly translated the name "Gao Jianli" into "a tall person gradually leaves", which made Teacher Qiao burst into tears.

……

After the shock of the previous times, Teacher Qiao decided to speak himself and not let the uncle and aunt answer.

"The next question is 'A Record of a Small Rock Pool' which we talked about in class."

"'There are hundreds of fish in the pond', this sentence means..."

"One is a chopped pepper fish head, and the other is a steamed fish head." Uncle Liu just woke up and smacked his lips. "It's so nice to think about it."

"Uncle, I'm hungry. Let's go eat early after class." Teacher Qiao sighed helplessly:

"This means there are about a hundred fish in the pond."

After my uncle and aunt got into the mood, I managed to get through the second half of the translation class with some difficulty.

Teacher Qiao saw that there were only 10 minutes left, so he thought of asking the uncles and aunts to dictate a few sentences, but he didn't expect that there would be problems with dictation.

She pronounced “雄兔脚惑疏” (male rabbit’s feet are confusing), and her uncle wrote “雄兔脚不错” (male rabbit’s feet are not bad), followed by “热料辣料越味” (add spicy and numbing flavor).

This is when I'm hungry at dinner time.

She said, "Lu Zhishen makes a big fuss in Mount Wutai," and the aunt immediately wrote "Lu Zhishen makes a big fuss in San Francisco."

This is not good for geography and history.

She asked them to write a line of ancient poetry: "A line of egrets fly into the blue sky", and the uncles and aunts passionately wrote "A line of egrets fly into the western sky".

Teacher Qiao thought it would be better to let the uncles and aunts eat two more bowls of rice at noon.

She sat together with Teacher Su Hao from the next class and discussed that it didn't matter how well she did in academic subjects, as long as the uncles and aunts were happy.

Just like today, the uncles and aunts in the poetry class couldn't stop laughing, and some of their dentures almost fell out.

There are still more than 20 minutes before the first class in the afternoon, and the uncles and aunts outside the window are already rushing into the classroom.

Teacher Qiao asked curiously, "Who has class on this floor this afternoon? Why are there so many people there?"

Su Hao was surprised: "You don't know yet? Both classes are new courses, one is flower arrangement and the other is tea tasting."

"I heard that the spots are very popular. It's very popular."

"Principal Lin is also in those two classes this afternoon. I'll go and listen in a bit."

"Uncles and aunts are in class, what are you doing?"

Teacher Qiao didn't understand why he didn't take a break even though there were no classes. This was unlike Su Hao's work.

"I heard that the teacher of the tea tasting class brought a lot of good tea. I'll go and get a cup to try something new."

"I have washed all the cups." Su Hao picked up his thermos cup and showed it to Teacher Qiao.

Su Hao felt that Lin Qinglan was very skilled in selecting courses. The courses she selected completely hit the hearts of the uncles and aunts, and were also very practical.

Not only uncles and aunts like it, he likes it too.

As soon as the bell rang, Su Hao took the cups and went to distribute the tea leaves.

Teacher Qiao was itching to take the flower arrangement class. Not only did the aunts like it, but she couldn't refuse it either.