After Fang Ting finished reading the poem, everyone was so immersed in her poem that they forgot to applaud.

Her poem apparently shocked the class, because out of so many poems, only her one was negative.

If Mu Ye's is also as negative as her, but hers is not so explicit after all, and the intention is very profound, and ordinary people can't taste it.

Her poems are really unimaginable and shocking, and it is commendable to be able to write them so nakedly.

The air was still for a few minutes, and Yang Lan asked her a little heavily: "I really want to ask you - what is the cage in the poem?"

After reading the poem, Fang Ting quickly replied: "It's the school." Apparently she guessed that the teacher would ask her this question, and she had figured out how to answer, in such a lukewarm tone, very lightly, as if the two were talking.

Her answer shocked the class again, and no one expected her to say this, and the expressions of the whole class, including the teacher, became dull.

Meng Yu saw Yang Lan pretending to be calm, swallowed his saliva quietly, and then asked, "Why do you say that the cage is a school?"

The poem makes it very clear. Fang Ting replied.

Because it deprives "me" of my freedom.

Yang Lan didn't know what to say anymore, so she thought about it and asked, "Then what can you do when you leave the cage?"

Fang Ting looked directly at Yang Lan and said firmly, "Do what I want." ”

Yang Lan didn't give up and asked: "But if you don't have a school, can you really do what you want?"

"School can't give me what I want, and studying isn't the only way out, is it?" Fang Ting asked rhetorically.

......

This is the end of the conversation between the two.

After Yang Lan returned Fang Ting's book to her, she continued to comment.

Meng Yu found that although Yang Lan said it with a smile, her face was ugly and she died, and she was completely reluctant to squeeze out a smile. Meng Yu felt that she was more ugly than crying now.

Then there was more surprise, Yang Lan took two notebooks and said: "There are two classmates here who write the best, one is Chen Shen and the other is Meng Yu, of course, it is not that the previous classmates wrote badly, and their intentions are also very good, but in terms of expressing emotions, I hope you will think about it again and consider it carefully." ”

Meng Yu was completely stunned, she didn't expect that her writing was good, even if Chen Shen's was too, it was really surprising.

Yang Lan continued: "It's just that Chen Shen still has shortcomings, that is, your poems do not reflect a single intention, they are all dry verses, but fortunately, you have accumulated a lot, so it is not difficult to write." ”

When Meng Yu heard that Chen Shen's poem had no intention, she was thinking how could it be? How could it be? But she thought about it and asked herself secretly, how could it not?

Chen Shen can't see or hear other people's worlds, let alone experience a lot of emotions, so how can such a person use intention?

The role of intention is to express one's emotions through some things, but if the author himself has no emotions, how can he think of using intentions.

She had to sigh secretly.

Yang Lan continued: "Another Meng Yu wrote very well, the intention was used well, and the emotions expressed were also in place. ”

Yang Lan displayed the poem written by Meng Yu on the computer, and Wu Fang stabbed Meng Yu after seeing it and said, "Yo, it's hidden!"

Meng Yu smiled: "I didn't expect it either." ”