Chapter 58

Poetry emphasizes artistic conception.

In the classroom full of sweat, stink and foot stink, there is no mood for shaking your head and reciting?

Definitely not.

This is perfunctory. Teachers perfunctory students, students perfunctory teachers.

They may write down who is the author of this poem, what kind of time and specific historical environment it is written in. They also know that the lilac like girl symbolizes the girl's yearning for a better life -

however, the artistic beauty of the poem itself is ignored.

Now, Fang Yan goes the other way.

I will not introduce the author to you. I will not ask you to write down the year in which he was born and died. This poem symbolizes what expresses the author's feelings. He will not even mention a word.

I'm reading you a poem. I want you to know what kind of poem it is.

We put aside all the complicated things and simply appreciate poems.

Obviously, the effect of this is very significant.

All the students were deeply moved by this scene. They wrote down the rain lane that they didn't even know its name. They wrote down Fang Yan and Qin Yitian's face-to-face walking and passing by. They wrote down the sadness in Fang Yan's eyes when he looked back.

The most sad love in the world is that you fall in love with her at first sight, and she turns around without any information.

On the bus, in the airport, in bookstores, tourist attractions, strange cities and streets - have you ever met such a person? Do you have this feeling of regret?

You cultivate 500 years of piety, only in exchange for a passing love.

Is such a thing too cruel?

There are many female students crying, they are completely silent in the poem a farewell never to extricate themselves.

They are young and lively, but also vulnerable. They yearn for perfection, and they still believe in having a lover.

Someone shouted: "Miss Fang, catch up with her quickly - ask her name and ask for her phone number..."

the boy's mood is also very depressed, he wants to express something, but he can't say anything.

Such a simple story is not a parting of life and death. How can it make people -- bitter in their hearts?

Fang Yan stood in place, saying nothing but waiting quietly.

Students need time to remember and digest.

He knew that in two years, three years, four years, five years and six years, when they could only eat soup with white hair, they would still have this scene in mind.

Life is short, how many times can we take the bus out of the door how many times have we loved how many personal experiences and how many beautiful scenery?

Why don't they remember it?

Ah!

Dong!

Dong!

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the sound of the high-heeled shoes knocking on the slate rings again, and Qin Yitian comes back with an oil paper umbrella.

"Lilac girl is back," a girl exclaimed in surprise

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poisoning is too deep, just because of obsession.

Because of Fang Yan's unique teaching method, they all like the story of "Rain Lane". Just like you like a star who wants to know what kind of food she eats and what color of underpants she wears, they will search for relevant information about the author and the poem without Fang Yan's warning. Only in this way can

understand the essence of this article more clearly and profoundly.

This is the difference between active learning and passive learning. This is also the difference between ordinary teachers and ultimate teachers.

A great man, he must wear special step to go unusual way.

Qin Yitian comes to Fang Yan and stares at him brightly. "You owe me another favor," he says

"Everyone is in the same class. I don't owe you anything." Fang Yan waved with a smile. "Too much."

"What I want to do is to be the hostess, not like this cheongsam -" Qin Yitian smiles. "It's just a prop."

In broad daylight, it's too much to be bold enough to say yes to a good teacher.

Fang Yan was all elated by Qin Yitian.

"How can this be a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We are performing. I'm a poet, you're lilac girl - if you're a prop, then I'm a prop too? "

"I am Qin Yitian."

"I know. You're just a lilac girl for the time being. Your character is lilac girl. Just like you used to rehearse the drama Romeo and Juliet, you played Juliet - we did it because of our hobbies and interests, didn't we? "

"No." Qin Yitian said.

"Fang Yan thinks that this girl is really not easy to communicate. It seems that he has to give a suggestion to the school that he should teach students interpersonal knowledge from middle school."I rehearsed Romeo and Juliet because I liked the story." Qin Yitian said with a serious face. "I wear cheongsam as lilac girl because I like you."

"I don't believe it."

"How to prove it?"

"You dress up as a lilac girl 40 times and brush past every student in class 9." Fang Yan put forward a shameless request. After that, he was ashamed of himself.

Because if you look down, you can see Qin Yitian staring at himself.

"Good." Qin Yitian nods and agrees. "I promise you, not because I'm stupid. Just because I really like to do something for you. "

"No more than ten times?" Fang Yan conscience found that the number of initiative to reduce.

"No, forty times." Qin Yitian insisted. "You want me to make props. I want you to remember me."

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holding an oil paper umbrella, I am alone in the long and lonely rain lane

I hope to meet a girl like a lilac!

Ah!

Ah!

Qin Yitian, who is holding an oil paper umbrella, comes slowly, and the beautiful picture is fascinating.

The pupils of boys are swollen, the muscles of cheeks vibrate, and their hands are loosened and clenched.

His mouth squirmed, but there was no sound.

"Ye Xiyang, recite quickly..." someone urged.

Ye Xiyang's face was red, and he cried, "teacher, I forgot my words."

Fang Yan smiled and thought, it seems that he has made a mistake. The lilac girl she found is too beautiful and affects the students' performance. You must not make such a mistake next time.

"Next." Fang Yan said. Because time is limited, everyone has only one chance. He hopes that everyone can grasp it, but if someone can't, Fang Yan doesn't know what to say to him.

Ye Xiyang hands the oiled paper umbrella to the next student, while Qin Yitian comes out of the lane again with the oiled paper umbrella.

She silently approached

and put her eyes on the next place Fang Yan shouted.

It starts on the first and ends on the fortieth. Qin Yitian is number 41 of class 9.

She was wearing high-heeled shoes and holding an oil paper umbrella. In the poet's recitation, she went from one end of the alley to the other, and from the other end of the alley to the other end.

She is fresh as a poem and beautiful as a picture.

Every time someone recites a poem, she goes with an umbrella. No rest, no pause. As if indefatigable.

Her expression is as calm as ever, her movements are as elegant as ever, her long hair on the top of her head is not disordered, what it was like to walk for the first time, and what it is still like now - the lilac girl in the poem only wiped her shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian has walked 37 times.

Fang Yan can't help shouting for several times to stop and let Qin Yitian sit down and rest.

But Qin Yitian refused. If they want to let all the students have the chance to recite once in the class time, they must cherish every minute and second.

Moreover, students do hope to have such a chance to recite. They are ready to move, just like rowing in the river to read poetry - this is the way they expect to learn.

In the decline of the rain,

has faded her color

has scattered her fragrance

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"next." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian passed by for the 38th time.

The girl passed by me

she was silently far away, far away

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"next." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian passed through the 39th time.

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I hope to fly over a girl who is like a lilac.

Forty, this is the last one in the class. Except Qin Yitian himself.

Qin Yitian stops and stands in the rain lane with an umbrella.

It is more beautiful than the lilac girl in the poem.

Fang Yan was moved by Qin Yitian, and all the students were moved by Qin Yitian.

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

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they shouted the name of Qin Yitian, and the warm voice broke the silence of the rain lane.

The cold wind is bleak, but everyone's heart is like a fire.

"Qin Yitian, thank you." A girl ran up and said. "Thank you so much."

"Yitian Xuejie, you are so wonderful --"

"goddess, you are our goddess --"------Fang Yan waved and said, "it's time for school. Let's go home. "

Ouch -

the playful students shouted and ran away. More students came to say hello to Fang Yanqin and left.

The shadow of the people is getting far away, and the voice of the people disappears. There are only Fang Yan and Qin Yitian left in the alley.

"Have they all gone?" Qin Yitian asked.

"Gone." Fang Yan said.

When Qin Yitian's knees are soft, his body will fall to the ground.

She just can't make it.

Fang Yan is quick in eyes and hands. He leans forward. With his hands in his arms, he picks up Qin Yitian's body that is about to fall to the ground.

Warm fragrant nephrite, breath like blue.

Looking at Qin Yitian's near face, Fang Yan thinks it's really a test for him.

However, she is her own student -

Fang Yan quickly shifts her attention.

Qin Yitian smiled and said, "I said - I don't make props, I'm the hostess."