Tokyo University of the Arts is the main school of Tokyo University of the Arts. Its predecessors were the Tokyo Art School and the Tokyo Music School founded in the 1890s. In the 1950s, Okakura Tenshin, the principal, discovered the term 'liberals arts' in medieval English classics.
The term was translated as "New fusion of science and art in the old world", and then with a snap of the head, the music school and the art school were merged, collectively known as the new Tokyo University of the Arts.
This is where Dongda Art was born.
The headquarters of the Tokyo Art School is located in Ueno Park, Taitai Toku, Tokyo. It is covered with fiery red maple leaves in autumn, and swarms of cherry blossoms bloom in March. It is a must-see attraction when traveling to Tokyo. It is recognized as the highest institution for cultivating artists in Japan.
Almost every year, considerable social artists are born from it, continuously providing artistic and cultural guarantee to all walks of life in Japan.
But Tokyo University of Arts has not been able to produce writers.
Every time the National Assembly is held, Tokyo University Art, along with Tokyo Imperial University, Hokkaido University, and Kyoto University, will be criticized by the whole people - why can't there be a good novel writer in Japan? How can such high artistic quality be achieved?
If you don't come out with a few national-level literary works, you are doing shit with our tax dollars, so hurry up and replace them, you bastards!
Purely whipping corpses every year belongs to.
Later, Dongda Art was scolded so hard that it gave up. Damn it, I am a university that cultivates artistic talents. Why do you ask me to produce writers every day? This is a fire at the city gate that affects the fish in the pond. You guys
The blame is on those two bastards Waseda and Keio Private School, who can't produce any literary geniuses despite charging such high fees! They also said that they plan to set up a new human science research department this year and go to the zoo to study gorillas first.
Come back when you understand!
Therefore, in order to ensure the quality of admitted students, Tokyo University of Arts has changed from the unified examination admissions in previous years to its own system of internal physical examination. It is like a mother tree that covers the sky and the earth, with green branches spreading in Kyoto, Japan.
City, Aichi Prefecture, Kanazawa, including all areas under the jurisdiction of Okinawa Prefecture, set up independent campuses to cultivate art education in elementary, middle and high schools.
Those talented boys and girls who have been discovered since childhood will have a smooth journey, rising all the way through the special branches of middle and high schools, until they enter the palace of the school at the end like princes and princesses.
Tokyo University Art Elementary School in Narita Ward, Tokyo is a link in this art education system. It is divided into a general education area and an art one-way education area. The hierarchy system is extremely strict. Before admission, family background, social class, and talent will be judged. As long as
Once you get inside, you will definitely be given safe and secure arrangements.
Regarding the "student grading system" that is being criticized every day by the Japanese education circle, Tokyo University of Arts has always ignored it. Only when it was criticized was it anxious to complain to the media: "I just grade students, what do you do to me? You guys
Help the useless educator, first train a few big names in literature and then compete with me! Baga Baga!"
Therefore, people who like the art of Dongda will think that it is a paradise for art, while science geniuses who don't like Dongda will think that those people are just a bunch of second-rate people who do nothing and make mysteries, and they will spit when they pass by.
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The car stopped at the gate of the large campus in Narita District. It was leaning against the street, and vertical trees stood there. It looked solemn and old-fashioned, and the atmosphere of classical prosperity came from the majestic main building.
"Children, we have arrived at school." Yukiko Miyamoto said excitedly.
Yu Xian childishly nodded.
He is not looking forward to life in a new school. There is nothing new about changing school life. Anyway, he looks up at the sky during class, and the sky is the same no matter where he goes.
Today is the school song swearing-in day once in January. There is a lot of traffic in front of the school, and all kinds of luxury cars rush to the school. This is the best time for parents to show off their family background and children.
Miyamoto Yukiko's Nissan 240SX was quickly outclassed. Perhaps because she was tired of seeing luxury cars, the guard at the door had his eyes widened. He waved his hand and shouted at Miyamoto Yukiko: "Stop, stop, let the front of you go first."
of the past!”
In front of the car was a Lamborghini Jalpa, with an old iron-white color scheme and a Gundam-like metallic paint. It looked incredibly cool on the dark ground. Sitting in the passenger seat was an ancient little girl, with her feet on the
Under the car window, I was concentrating on playing the second-generation GAMEBOY machine that was just released this year.
To put it bluntly, as long as she has this GAMEBOY, she will be the common deity in the hearts of all the boys in the school.
The wait didn't take long, Miyamoto Yukiko parked the car, Yu Xianzhi opened the door and stepped out of the car, parked in the Lamborghini not far away opposite, the little girl also got out of the car, she was still attentive
She played "Super Mario" freely, regardless of whether there were obstacles in front of her. The person driving for her was a samurai wearing black crow feathers, with long hair hanging down his waist, and a simple black knife stuck in his waist.
He definitely doesn't look like a guy to mess with.
The little girl lowered her head to play the game, while the samurai was pulling her in front. As long as she saw the soles of his black shoes, the little girl would not fall into the sewer or hit the wall.
The samurai's eyes noticed this side, and he was quickly stunned. He looked at Miyamoto Yukiko with a bit of surprise in his voice: "A member of the Miyamoto family?"
Miyamoto Yukiko stopped and looked at the family emblem on the opponent's black sword: "The Minamoto family."
There is no deep hatred between the Miyamoto family and the Minamoto family. In fact, old man Miyamoto Masao once helped the heads of the Minamoto family in group fights and was a childhood playmate.
"I'm here to take Miss Kurobutou to school." The samurai stopped, and the little girl bumped into his back. She raised her face, looked at him resentfully, and focused on the game again.
"Me too." Yukiko Miyamoto smiled and waved.
"Miss Kurobutou, please put your hands together and say hello to Miyamoto Yukiko," the samurai advised. The head of the Minamoto family not only asked him to protect the young lady, but also asked him to teach the Minamoto family's ancient etiquette.
"I don't want it." The little girl simply refused.
"Is this your child?" The samurai looked at the naive Yu Xian next to her, looking very surprised. If the Miyamoto family has a successor, the Minamoto family will give a big gift no matter what. This is a tribute to Masao Miyamoto.
remembrances and congratulations.
"You are too polite." Miyamoto Yukiko obviously did not agree with the cumbersome rules and etiquette of the samurai group. She did not answer the samurai's curiosity about Yu Xian's child. She did not want the child to interfere with the affairs of the Yuan family.
middle.
Yuxian Zhisheng came to the side of Heimutong and looked at the game console in her hand. This is really the nature of men, no matter their age or status.
Heimutong didn't even raise his head, and exhaled like a blue breath: "Get out of here."
Before she finished speaking, her Mario died on the turtle's shell.