Poetry emphasized artistic conception.
In a classroom filled with white walls, blackboard tables, and chairs, and the stench of sweat and feet permeated the air, shaking one's head and reciting, was there any artistic conception?
Definitely not.
This was perfunctory. The teacher perfunctory the students, and the students perfunctory the teacher.
They might write down who the author of the poem was, what era it was written in, and the specific historical environment. They also knew that the lilac-like girl symbolized the girl and the yearning for a better life …
However, the artistic beauty of the poem itself was ignored.
Now, Fang Yan did the opposite.
I won't introduce the author to you, and I won't ask you to write down the year he was born and died. He won't even mention a word about what the poem symbolizes or what the author's feelings are.
I'm just reading the poem to you so that you know what kind of poem it is.
We put aside all the complicated things and just enjoy the poem.
Obviously, the effect of this was very significant.
All the students were deeply moved by this scene. They remembered this rainy alley that they didn't even know the name of. They remembered Fang Yan and Qin Yitian walking face to face and brushing shoulders. They remembered the sadness in Fang Yan's eyes when he looked back.
The saddest love in the world was when you fell in love with her at first sight, and then she turned around and disappeared.
On the bus, in the airport, in the bookstore, in the tourist area, in a strange city or on a street … Have you ever met such a person? Have you ever felt this kind of regret?
You practiced Taoism for five hundred years, only to exchange for a passing love.
Isn't this kind of thing too cruel?
Many female students cried. They were completely immersed in the sadness of never seeing each other again in the poem.
They were young and lively, but also emotionally fragile. They longed for perfection and firmly believed that lovers would get married.
Someone shouted, "Mr. Fang, hurry up and catch up with her … Ask for her name, ask for her phone number …"
The boys were also very depressed. They wanted to express something, but they couldn't say anything.
Such a simple story, and it wasn't a life and death parting. How could it make people … feel so sad?
Fang Yan stood where he was and did not say anything. He only waited quietly.
The students needed time to memorize and digest.
He knew that one year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years, more than ten years, perhaps when their hair had turned white and they could only eat soup, this scene would still appear in their minds.
Life is short. How many times can we go out, how many people can we love, and how many beautiful sceneries can we experience?
What reason do they have not to remember it?
Cluck!
Dong!
Dong!
…
The sound of high heels tapping on the stone floor rang again. Qin Yitian had returned with the oil-paper umbrella.
A girl cried out in surprise, "Miss Lilac is back."
"…"
He was too deeply poisoned because he was too obsessed.
Because of Fang Yan's unique teaching method, they all fell in love with the story "Rainy Alley." Just like how you would want to know a celebrity's height, three measurements, what kind of food she eats, and what color underwear she wears, even without Fang Yan's reminder, they would also search for information about the author and the poem.
Only in this way could they understand the essence of the article more clearly and deeply.
This was the difference between active learning and passive learning. This was also the difference between an ordinary teacher and an ultimate teacher.
A great person would definitely wear special shoes and not walk the common path.
Qin Yitian walked in front of Fang Yan, stared at him with bright eyes, and said, "You owe me another favor."
"We're all classmates, there's no need to say that I owe you." Fang Yan chuckled and waved his hand. "You're treating me like an outsider."
"I want to be the female lead, not the same as this qipao …" Qin Yitian laughed. "It's just a prop."
"…" In broad daylight, he actually dared to openly confess to a good teacher. This was simply too much.
Fang Yan was so angry that he laughed at Qin Yitian.
"How is this a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "This is a performance. I'm the poet, you're Miss Lilac … If you're a prop, then wouldn't I be a prop too? "
"I'm Qin Yitian."
"I know. You're just temporarily Miss Lilac. The character you're playing is Miss Lilac. Just like when you rehearsed the play 'Romeo and Juliet' before, you played Juliet … We did this because of love and interest, right? "
"No." Qin Yitian said.
"…" Fang Yan felt that this girl was really difficult to communicate with. It seemed that he had to make a suggestion to the school to teach interpersonal skills from middle school.
"I rehearsed the play 'Romeo and Juliet' because I like this story." Qin Yitian said with a serious face. "I wore the qipao as Miss Lilac because I like you."
"I don't believe it."
"How do you prove it?"
"You play Miss Lilac forty times and pass by every student in class nine." Fang Yan shamelessly made a shameless request. After saying that, he was so ashamed that he couldn't lower his head.
Because when he looked down, he could see Qin Yitian was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Okay." Qin Yitian actually nodded and agreed. "I promise you, not because I'm stupid. Just because I really like to do some things for you. "
"How about twenty times?" Fang Yan found his conscience and took the initiative to reduce the number.
"No, forty times." Qin Yitian insisted. "You want me to be a prop, and I want you to remember me."
…
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in a long, long, lonely alley
I hope to meet
A girl like Lilac.
A lilac girl.
Cluck!
Cluck!
Cluck!
Qin Yitian holding an oil-paper umbrella slowly walked over. The scene was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.
The boy's pupils dilated, the muscles on his cheeks trembled, and his hands loosened and clenched.
His mouth squirmed, but no sound came out.
"Ye Xiyang, hurry up and recite …" Someone urged.
Ye Xiyang's face turned red, and he said with a sad face, "Teacher, I forgot my lines."
Fang Yan smiled, thinking that he also made a mistake. This Miss Lilac was too beautiful, and affected the student's performance. I won't make such a mistake next time.
"Next," Fang Yan said. Because time was limited, everyone only had one chance. He hoped that everyone could grasp it well, but if someone really couldn't grasp it well, Fang Yan didn't know what to say to them.
Ye Xiyang handed the oil-paper umbrella in her hand to the next student, and Qin Yitian once again held an oil-paper umbrella and walked out from another entrance of the alley.
She approached silently.
As she approached, her eyes cast a
Breathless gaze.
…
"Next," Fang Yan shouted.
Number one began, number forty ended. Qin Yitian was number forty-one of Class Nine.
Wearing high-heeled shoes and holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked from one end of the alley to the other, and from the other end to the other end, while the poet was reciting the poem.
She was as fresh as a poem, and as beautiful as a painting.
Every time someone recited a poem, she walked with the umbrella. No rest, no pause. It was as if she didn't know fatigue.
Her expression was as calm as ever, her movements were as elegant as ever, and her long hair was neatly coiled on top of her head. It was still the same the first time she walked … The lilac girl in the poem had only brushed shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian had walked 37 times.
Fang Yan couldn't help but shout for Qin Yitian to stop a few times.
But Qin Yitian refused. If they wanted all the students to have a chance to recite a poem during class time, they had to cherish every minute and second.
Moreover, the students really hoped to have a chance to recite a poem. They were eager, just like rowing a boat in the Sparrow River to recite a poem … This was the learning method they were looking forward to.
In the decay of the rain
Dispelled her color
Dispelled her fragrance
…
"Next," Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked for the 38th time.
The girl floated past me
She silently walked away, far away
…
"Next," Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked for the 39th time.
…
My hope floated past
A girl like lilac
A girl with a heart full of sorrow.
Number 40. This was the last student in the class. Except for Qin Yitian himself.
Qin Yitian stopped and stood under the eaves with the umbrella in the rainy alley.
She was slim and elegant, even more beautiful than the lilac girl in the poem.
Fang Yan was moved by Qin Yitian. All the students were moved by Qin Yitian.
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
…
They shouted Qin Yitian's name loudly, their passionate voices breaking the silence of the rainy alley.
The cold wind rustled, but everyone felt as though there was a fire in their hearts.
"Qin Yitian, thank you," a girl ran over and said. "Thank you so much."
"Senior Yitian, you're amazing …"
"Goddess, you're our goddess …"
…
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It's time for school to end. Let's go home. "
Roar …
The playful students shouted and ran away. More students ran over to say goodbye to Fang Yan and Qin Yitian before leaving.
The figures and voices faded away. Only Fang Yan and Qin Yitian were left in the alley.
"Have they all left?" Qin Yitian asked.
"Yes," Fang Yan said.
Qin Yitian's knees went soft and she was about to fall to the ground.
She really couldn't take it anymore.
Fang Yan was quick. He leaned forward and reached out with both hands to pick up Qin Yitian's body that was about to fall to the ground and held her in his arms.
Warm and fragrant. Her breath smelled like orchids.
Looking at Qin Yitian's face, Fang Yan felt that this was really a test for him.
But she was his student …
Fang Yan quickly looked away.
Qin Yitian smiled and said, "I said … I'm not a prop. I'm the female lead."
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