Shangguan Weihong is a key member of the Dongcheng Writers Association in Beijing, and her job is a high school Chinese teacher at Beijing No.27 Middle School. In the past, when the Writers Association organized activities, I treated her as a young member because she looked like a young girl with a high forehead, a melon seed face, thin eyebrows and eyes, and always had a smile on her face. I understand that dressing up carefully every time is a professional habit of being a role model. There are over 170 members of the Dongcheng Writers Association, and she is among them. She never speaks loudly or moves around. Every time the activity ends, she withdraws, like a small flower hidden in the depths of a hundred flowers. However, when I read one of her essays in September this year, I found out that she had been working hard in Xingtan for more than 30 years and was a special grade teacher in Beijing. There is a sentence in the article that goes, 'When Professor Mao Ronggui from Shanghai Jiao Tong University arrived in Beijing, he specifically attended a Chinese class in my classroom,' which immediately captured my heart. Due to historical reasons, I did not graduate from junior high school, did not attend high school, and never took high school Chinese classes. This is a lifelong regret for me, and I have always aspired to attend high school Chinese classes. So I asked Teacher Shangguan if I could also attend her Chinese class? Wei Honglang agreed with a loud voice and gave me an unexpected surprise. She said that their school's teacher, Sun Guoyu, will have a district wide Chinese language teaching research class this week. With the help of new teaching methods such as AI and artificial intelligence, she will guide students' essay learning. She asked me if I should attend this class first? I was overjoyed, and many members also requested to attend the class together. So the Dongcheng Writers Association regarded attending classes as an activity for "writers to observe and learn on campus", and 15 members managed to secure a spot and successfully registered. I was so happy in my heart that it even turned into a small excitement. Writers across the country have organized countless "Writers on Campus" activities, but they all go to be teachers, only we go to be students. Actually, I didn't know what "AI assisted teaching" was, so I walked into the classroom in a daze. Several dozen students wearing blue and pure white block school uniforms have already sat down at the desks in front of them. The seats reserved for us are long tables in the back two rows, along with Professor Shangguan Weihong, who happens to have 8 people in a row. This is a special privilege, and teachers from other schools have been arranged to observe online in the auditorium. Sitting on the class chair, with my hands resting on the desk, the overflowing sense of happiness made all my cells active, and I must be smiling like Shangguan Weihong with youth. When I looked up, I realized that the blackboard was no longer my old impression, but had been divided into two parts. One half was still traditional and could be used for teachers to write on the board, while the other half was impressive - it was actually an electronic large screen. As soon as Teacher Sun Guoyu raised his hand and slipped, today's topic came out: "Writing My Heart with 'Heart' - Psychological Description in Literary Masterpieces". At the same time, the following learning objectives are listed: 1. Explore the rich and colorful spiritual worlds of characters in world classics. 2、 Study psychological descriptions in literary works. Like all the classmates in the class, we each have a copy of our study paper, on which are printed the four paragraphs to be taught in today's class, as well as the objectives, methods, exercises, and requirements. The class has started, and a smile and confidence are written on Teacher Sun's face. He first asked his classmates to read two classic passages from "David Copperfield": "Finally, I can see Mr. Micawber. I was very nervous, but because he was a friendly person, the water washed away my face, and my heart also calmed down a lot Mr. Micawber respects me, and for the only gentleman in the world who respects me, even if I am in dire straits, I will still attend the appointment in my fullest state. Respect is a two-way street. I respect Mr. Micawber, and I want to wash my hands and face clean to show my external respect. I want to respect myself, even if there are all kinds of obstacles in the world, I want to live every day well. This is the truth I read from Mr. Micawber. Therefore, my own efforts are also an inner respect for Mr. Micawber Teacher Sun walked down from the podium and wandered among his classmates, inspiring them to think: Is this paragraph well written? I wrote about the protagonist being nervous, but didn't write about why he was nervous? Does the logic of writing about respect and expressions of respect, but not why respect is valid? Can we find the inner connection between them... The students responded, each stating their own views, diverse, and lively in class like a group of birds gathering in the woods. In a blink of an eye, Teacher Sun raised his hand and the AI's argument came out. "Mr. Kong De" believed that "my" psychological activity was not fully unfolded and lacked specific character scene descriptions; Although the emotional journey is clear, there should be something deeper behind "waiting" and "expecting"... My hands were quickly taking notes, while my mind was also rapidly thinking: Is Mr. Kong De's argument correct? Is it authoritative? Can I win over my classmates? Where did these viewpoints come from? Is it collective wisdom from the teaching and research group... After a while, I couldn't come to a conclusion, but I strongly agree with this fresh teaching method: it seems like a teacher, but it is also an opponent; It gives you conclusions, but at the same time inspires you to think and opens up new ideas for you. Just like a skilled chess player who mobilizes your intelligence and wit, as the old Chinese saying goes, 'When you find your opponent, you will find talented players.' Playing against a skilled player is truly exhilarating. However, the true master is not Mr. Kong De. The master of the classroom is Teacher Sun Guoyu, who is the soul of this class. I saw his long arm slide on the electronic screen, and a table appeared on the big screen. Based on the content of this table and the supporting materials, he asked his classmates to think about this short passage of Dickens' writing, 'What did you write?' and 'How did you write it?'? But seeing the "little birds" whispering to each other for a while, they all made their own evaluations in the sheets of their homework. Later, Teacher Sun explained his analysis to his classmates: 1. What did he write: [Situation]: Fall, sobbing, tears. [Feeling]: Pain, despair, heartbreak. [Emotion]: Disillusionment, collapse, struggle. [Reflection]: Reluctance, expectation, waiting. 2、 How to write (form, technique): using various techniques such as monologue, dream, narration, contrast, line drawing, animation, etc. As Teacher Sun explained concisely, I saw the boys and girls nodding frequently and staring at their teachers with convincing eyes. I also find it very enlightening that literary works can be interpreted in this way; It turns out that Chinese language classes are so patient and gentle; It turns out that teaching and educating people is like a spring breeze; The sacred word 'education' was instilled into the hearts of students bit by bit through the hard work of teachers, passed down from generation to generation. I envy these happy young people so much! Lesson 2: Teacher Sun Guoyu is in his early 50s and has a life trajectory almost identical to that of Shangguan Weihong. Both of them are highly talented students who graduated from the 27th Middle School. After receiving higher normal education, they were recalled by their alma mater to teach at the school. This is the second time I have seen him, but the impression of meeting him twice is like mountains and waters, flowers and leaves, it really doesn't seem like the same person. The last time we met was at the Dongcheng District Library in Beijing. He and Shangguan Weihong were hidden among the audience, and after the meeting, they held a copy of "Concordia Courtyard" that I had written and asked me to sign it. Originally, he also lived in the alley of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Street, in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory compound that is separated from our Concordia compound by a wall, which suggests that he was born into a family of diplomats. He does indeed have the demeanor of a diplomat, with a tall stature, a well proportioned figure, a refined intellectual face, and a pair of black framed glasses. His low-key demeanor left a deep impression on me. Throughout the whole process, he didn't say a word and even showed a shy smile on his face. Is this a teacher? In my impression, teachers are all good at speaking. However, in today's class, Teacher Sun completely reverted back to his job role. I saw him just like conductor Seiji Ozawa, with a straight body and disheveled white hair. With his slender arms sliding and undulating on the blackboard, he presented a lively rhythm, making his "musicians" follow his baton and play exciting melodies. He was really handsome. His' musicians' were also very happy, sometimes reading aloud a passage, sometimes answering questions, both boys and girls enjoyed it, especially the boys who were more generous and answered questions with a louder voice. A class is only 40 minutes long, every minute must be tight. Teacher Sun walked back to the blackboard and began the next stage of "applying what he learned". He asked a classmate to read a short excerpt from "The Old Man and the Sea": "But people are not born for failure," he said. "A person can be destroyed, but cannot be defeated." I was very sad and killed this fish, he thought. The unlucky time is coming now, but I don't even have a harpoon. Sharp nosed sharks are cruel, capable, strong, and intelligent. But I am smarter than it. Perhaps not, he thought. Perhaps it's just that my weapon is stronger than theirs. Don't even think about it, old man, "he said loudly." Follow this route and deal with it when it's too late. "As soon as the voice of the reading fell, Teacher Sun asked the students to answer. What writing techniques did Hemingway use in this passage? It seems that the previous lecture was very effective, and the students answered one after another: monologue method, contrast method, personification method... This time it was Sun's turn to nod frequently, and a satisfied smile appeared on his elegant face, as if even his glasses were showing a soft smile. He concluded: Yes, Hemingway narrated the situation of the old man confronting the shark through the protagonist's inner monologue. Sharks are ferocious, but the old man has a strong heart and believes that he will be able to defeat them. At this moment, the tall teacher Sun Guoyu walked off the podium, as if he had transformed into the old man on the fishing boat. He wandered among his classmates, pacing back and forth while using a mixture of body language, gestures, voice, and facial expressions to inspire his students. He poured knowledge, wisdom, thoughts, character... onto these young seedlings, like sunshine, rain, spring breeze, winter snow, and surging river water! I turned my head and saw Teacher Shangguan Weihong sitting in the back row of the classroom, with a joyful smile on his face, judging from Mr. Kong De. As the leader of the senior Chinese language teaching and research group in the school, she has been teaching for several years before this junior brother and has been responsible for the high-level teaching of Chinese language in the whole school. Not only is she at the forefront, but she also leads the teaching and research group to play a leading role. According to Ms. Deng Liqun, a member of the Dongcheng Writers Association and a teacher at another school, she has heard of Ms. Shangguan's online classes, which are "rich in content and clear in organization, flexible and diverse in methods and approaches, balancing tradition and modernity, citing classics, poetry and songs, and can be easily picked up". Four students from No.27 Middle School once achieved a perfect score in the college entrance examination essay, and their high school Chinese language teaching level has always been among the top in Beijing. Despite achieving such brilliant results, they dared not slack off for even a minute. They faced the huge wave of artificial intelligence and bravely charged forward with the struggle of "being so busy every day that they suffocated" (as Shangguan Wei Hong said), learning AI, exploring AI, conversing with AI, challenging AI, and mastering this intelligence