for the students, he is the most precious: he is not in any famous school, he is not famous, or a leader who pays more attention to it, not even the director of the Department of teaching and research; he is a teacher who has spent his whole life in silence and has devoted all his efforts to teaching a lot of students.
"such teachers don't see much." Wang Fang sighed. In her eyes, teaching and educating people is not heavy for Pan Ding, but something in his blood. That kind of sincere love can not be concealed.
Pan Dingkun taught more than ten math classes: Advanced Mathematics, matrix methods, mathematical equations... Almost all the basic courses in the University were carried over, and others did not want to give them lessons. He answered in earnest: "let me teach what I teach." Then immersed in it, like art, as dedicated input, silently infected with the students under the platform.
"he made you suddenly think of him at some point in his life, and then he felt guilty. Because in comparison, you (teacher) didn't do anything. Recollect, Wang Fang said it very well.
"on the relationship between mathematics and poetry"
"ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing to the East." When I opened my lecture on calculus, pan read out this Li Yu's "beauty of beauty" with the unique cadence of Jiangnan accent. The students who come to the math class are a little bit confused.
What does mathematics have to do with poetry? This problem should first be traced back to Pan Dingkun's reading career. When he was in the first grade in Fudan, Zhao Songqing, a Chinese language teacher, was a "strange man": his heart was very good, he learned more, his hair was not shaved, his clothes looked like they had never been washed, and there was nothing in the room except the books. He did not talk about poetry or mathematics in the Chinese class of mathematics and physics.
the bed in the home is full of poetry - related books. Zhang Wen diagram of an surging journalist