Chapter 585

Quietly, so quietly, as if the naked eye can see the quiet breath in the classroom rippled, rippled in the depths of my heart a similar trajectory.

Henry slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes lowered their eyes and focused on a focus on the ground. His clear and bright eyes seemed to fall into his own deep thinking. After a careful search, he found that the focus was fainting, as if a skyscraper was slowly falling apart and turning into powder, The whole process has been slowed down a hundred times, and even the flight track of a dust can be clearly seen, which is magnificent, magnificent, and destructive, with a kind of unreasonable aesthetic feeling.

Then he raised his head, and the scattered focus gathered a little bit again, just like the back flow of time. The collapsing building changed back to its original state, and the sight of the students gathered again one by one, and fell into the depth of his pupils. That kind of hazy fuzzy feeling, once again restored the Qingming, but hidden in the depths of Qingming, it is a strong sorrow, not sharp, but heavy enough.

"When I walk through the corridor and you are in the classroom..." Henry said without warning, but he stopped without warning. It seems that in a moment, he fell into his own meditation. His steady voice was slow. There was a short hoarse voice between words, and the corner of his mouth even rose slightly, But the smile still can't erase the sadness into the blood, some sarcasm, some ridicule, some helplessness, "how many of you... Have ever felt the weight pressed on your chest?"

Henry raised his left hand and drew the position of his chest. He didn't press it down, but there was a distance between them. However, this little gap seemed to be as heavy as a precipitous weight. He pressed his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe. The tight fingertips are trembling slightly, the slender fingers and the broad back of the hands are almost transparent pale, you can see the ferocious but weak blood vessels winding.

A simple sentence, but people began to sour nose inexplicably.

Half a second, one second. After a pause, Henry raised his left hand. "I've felt it."

The short words have the power of thunder, just like the huge stones sinking into the sea. The water doesn't seem to splash much, but the weight accumulates the pressure little by little and presses it down.

Someone raised his right hand. The first, the second... The fifth, the sixth... Gradually, more and more arms were raised, until everyone finished raising their hands.

Slightly raised the corner of the mouth to further outline up, hanging eyes leaked a trace of banter, gently spewed out a touch of breath, seems to laugh at themselves, also seems to be joking, "everyone?" Then the smile fell on the bottom of my eyes, quickly dissipated, and turned into a thick sadness. The lonely dizzy, like a dark blue pool, cold and calm, but deep bottomless.

One word, two words, collided between Henry's lips and teeth, but it had an indescribable charm, and the full mood curled after the convergence of the ending.

"Allan Poe wrote about this more than a hundred years ago." Henry put down his left hand and returned to the theme again. The theme of today's class, he leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer persist, so he had to sit on the platform, relying on the weight that almost crushed his shoulders. Then he picked up the poetry collection on the platform and waved to the students casually, indicating that this is Allan Poe's poetry collection.

Then he lowered his head, caressed the cover of the book with the fingertip of his left hand, and felt the lines of the book carefully. It seems that the lines can trace back to the poet's thoughts, and said softly, "with reading, we can find that Usher's house is not only an old, decaying and renovating castle, but also reflects the desolation of the world."

The lingering charm is meaningful.

He raised his head again, and his eyes fell on the young faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color had gradually faded, but what was hidden in it was a loss and confusion. When he was stunned, he fell into meditation, and his eyes began to lose focus. The confusion and fear hidden in the bottom of his eyes still could not arouse the change of expression, as if shrouded behind a hazy halo, A sea of endless suffering.

The line of sight finally fell on the vacant seat at the right rear. That's Meredith's position, with a red plastic chair back. She always looks up eagerly and focuses on his class. Every time she asks a question, she actively answers it, and then shows a shy and bright smile.

The day suddenly flashed in my mind when she asked for help, "I can't hold on." She said. So she gave up.

His pupils flickered slightly, and Henry lowered his eyes. His calm face was like an empty valley, desolate and lifeless. The sparse sunlight came down, the wind roared, and the sky after the rain outlined a colorful rainbow. It was quiet and distant, but inexplicably made his eyes red.

"In that autumn, on a long dry, gray and silent day, heavy clouds hung low above the sky..." Henry read it softly. The wonderful syllable stepped on the moving rhythm, like a musical symbol flying between the staff, composed a melodious flute, circling in the silence, and every word was so clear, Each word is so deep, light and deep beating under the eardrum, bang, bang, in the heart lake, stirring up a slight wave.

"I rode alone through this gloomy, exotic country, and finally, as the night came, the cool view of Usher's house came to me."

There was no sadness or heaviness in the clear voice, just like the curl of smoke in the heart. A magnificent picture spread out in Henry's voice, and his mind could not help but come up with the scene of desolation, as if riding a horse, walking on the edge of the wet swamp, The desolate and decadent outline of the house of Usher gradually emerged from behind the mist.

His eyes fell on Henry. He held Poe's poems in his right hand, but he did not open them. His left hand was supported on the platform. The beauty between his eyebrows was as uninhibited and sad as a poet, like the mist in the mountains. The vicissitudes of the ups and downs, that lonely, that lonely, that sad loss... Such as poetry, painting, such as songs, people can not help but calm down, quiet, serious, devout, focused, watching the destruction of the world.

"I have never seen it in the past, but just a glance, some unbearable gloom permeated my heart“

The beauty and moving of poetry, people often can not understand, the use of words, the brewing of artistic conception, the deep meaning of the foreshadowing, the choice of words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but full of philosophical thinking and artistic decoration, people are confused. However, the poem surges out from the collision between Henry's lips and teeth. It is so vivid and vivid that people can really feel the coldness and melancholy hidden in the lines of the poem, as if they saw the collapse of Usher's house through Allan Poe's eyes.

”I look at the sparse scenery around the house, the walls are deserted, the decaying trees are all white, my soul is speechless, my heart is cooling and sinking, showing a weak morbid state. "

Henry's voice slightly, quietly looking at the classroom in front of him, letting the residual rhyme curl in the air. His deep eyes are calm, just like the wet and cold winter in London. The layers of gloom and sadness slowly settle down, and then her slender eyebrows stretch out, There was a faint shimmer in his narrow eyes. His expression remained unchanged, but his mood gradually became firm and firm.

Sad, still; Hope breeds.

That glimmer of light seems to be swallowed by the darkness at any time, and is struggling to get rid of it. The darkness in all directions is ferocious and twisted, but it can not completely annihilate the existence of the glimmer. The bottomless eyes are like the vast ocean and the vast sky. The light of hope is weak but firm.

The focus of sight gradually becomes distant, farther and farther, farther and farther. In a trance, the whole classroom also begins to become bigger and bigger, and finally covers the whole world.

"Card!"

Tony's voice broke the silence and silence of the crew, but this time it failed to lift the seal of the set, and the silent silence still spread.

Everyone in the crew, including Tony himself, looks at lenley carefully and slowly reflects on his own thoughts. The gentle and tough performance has a strong force, like the calm waves. It seems soft, but it is enough to destroy everything. There are no ups and downs, no waves, and even no traces of performance. However, it vividly describes the mixed and profound emotions, bursting out colorful chemical reactions.

A que poetry, from Allan Poe's Gothic poetry collection, is abstruse and obscure, but it throws a heavy weight in everyone's mind and sets off a wave after wave of emotional frenzy, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. The power of poetry and the energy of art are clearly and directly transmitted to the soul of every audience at this moment.

Relying only on the lines, eyes and rhythm, it brings the deep meaning behind the story to the peak. In the understatement, it shows the vicissitudes of life in a firm and frightening manner, revealing unlimited possibilities and also showing unlimited deep meaning, leaving an unknown future for the audience to think about,

This play is even more difficult than the original bus play, with more complex emotions and more concise performance; However, the shock brought by Lan Li is more turbulent, the reflection is more profound, and the lingering charm is more distant.

Performance, this is the real performance. The so-called peak of performance is about this state.