Chapter 58, I'm not a prop, I'm the heroine!

Poetry and artistic conception.

In a classroom with white walls, blackboards, tables and chairs, crowded and densely packed, full of people's sweat and feet, shaking your head and reciting, does this make sense?

Definitely not.

This is perfunctory. The teacher is perfunctory to the students, and the students are also perfunctory to the teacher.

They may remember who the author of the poem is, what era and specific historical circumstances it was written, and they also know that the lilac-like girl symbolizes the girl and the yearning for a better life----

However, the artistic beauty of poetry itself has been neglected.

Now, Fang Yan is doing the opposite.

I don't introduce you to the author, and I don't ask you to write down the year in which he was born and what year he died, what the poem symbolizes, what feelings the author expresses, and he won't even mention a word.

I'm just going to read you a poem, so you know what kind of poem it is.

We put aside all the cumbersome and complicated things, and just simply appreciate poetry.

Obviously, the effect of this is very significant.

All the students were deeply moved by this scene, they wrote down this rain alley that they didn't even know the name of, they recorded Fang Yan and Qin Yitian walking towards each other and passing by, and they recorded the sadness in Fang Yan's eyes when he looked back.

The saddest love in the world is that you fall in love with her at first sight, and she turns around and is never heard from.

Have you ever met such a person on the bus, in the airport, in a bookstore, in a tourist attraction, in an unfamiliar city or street----? Do you have such regretful feelings?

It took you 500 years of devotion to get back a passing love.

Isn't this too cruel to do so?

There were many female students who cried, and they were completely silent in the poem, unable to extricate themselves from the sadness of a parting and never seeing each other again.

They are youthful and lively, but they are also emotionally fragile. They yearn for perfection and firmly believe that their lovers will eventually become married.

Someone shouted: "Teacher Fang, catch up with her--- ask her name, ask for her phone ---"

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

Such a simple story, and it is not a life and death parting, how can it make people ---- feel sour?

Fang Yan stood in place, didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

Students need time to memorize, to digest.

He knew that for a year, two years, three or four years, five years, six years, and more than ten years, maybe when they were gray-haired and could only eat and drink soup, there would still be the scene in front of them in their minds.

Life is short, how many times can we take the car, how many times we have gone out, how many people have loved, and how many beautiful scenery have we experienced?

Why shouldn't they remember it?

Yikes!

Boom!

Boom!

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The sound of high heels hitting the slate sounded again, and Qin Yitian came back again with an oil-paper umbrella.

A girl shouted in surprise, "Lilac girl is back." ”

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The poison is too deep, just because the obsession is too great.

Because of Fang Yan's unique teaching method, they all like the story of "Rain Alley", just like if you like a celebrity, you will want to know her height, what kind of food she eats, what color of bottoms #pants, without Fang Yan's reminder, they will also search for relevant information about the author and the poem.

Only in this way will they be able to appreciate the essence of this article more clearly and profoundly.

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

A great man, he must wear Xtep out of the ordinary.

Qin Yitian walked up to Fang Yan, stared at him with bright eyes, and said, "You owe me a favor again." ”

"Everyone is in the same class, and they don't owe anything. Fang Yan smiled and waved his hand. "It's so outward. ”

"What I want to do is the heroine, not the same as this cheongsam-----" Qin Yitian smiled. "Just a prop. ”

"-------" dared to blatantly confess to the teacher of the good family in broad daylight, which was too much.

Fang Yan was all happy by Qin Yitian.

"How is this a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We're performing. I'm a poet, you're a lilac girl----- if you're a prop, then I'm not a prop?"

"I'm Qin Yitian. ”

"I know. You're only a lilac girl for the time being. You play as a lilac girl. Just like when you played Juliet in Romeo and Juliet----- we do it because of hobbies and interests, right?"

"It's not. Qin Yitian said.

"-------" Fang Yan felt that this girl was really difficult to communicate. It seems that he has to make a suggestion to the school to teach students about interpersonal communication from the beginning of secondary school.

"I rehearsed Romeo and Juliet because I loved the story. Qin Yitian said with a serious face. "I wear a cheongsam and pretend to be a lilac girl because I like you. ”

"I don't believe it. ”

"How do you prove it?"

"You pretend to be a lilac girl forty times and rub shoulders with every student in Class 9 once. Fang Yan shamelessly made a brazen request. After saying that, he himself was ashamed and couldn't bow his head.

Because when he looked down, he could see that Qin Yitian was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Good. Qin Yitian actually nodded in agreement. "I promise you, not because I'm stupid. Just because I do like to do something for you. ”

"Why not twenty times?" Fang Yan's conscience found out, and he took the initiative to reduce the number.

"No, forty times. Qin Yitian insisted. "You want me to be a prop, I want you to remember me. ”

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Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley

I hope it will be

A girl like a lilac

Yikes!

Yikes!

Yikes!

Qin Yitian, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked slowly, and the picture was intoxicating.

The boy's pupils swelled, his cheek muscles quivered, and his hands were released and clenched.

His mouth squirmed, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Ye Xiyang, you can recite it quickly---- someone urged.

Ye Xiyang's face turned red, and he said with a sad face: "Teacher, I forgot the words." ”

Fang Yan smiled, thinking to himself, it seems that he has also made a mistake, the lilac girl he found is too beautiful, which affects the student's performance. You can't make that mistake next time.

"Next. Fang Yan said. Because time is limited, everyone only has one chance. He hoped that everyone would be able to grasp it, but if someone really failed to grasp it, Fang Yan didn't know what to say to him.

Ye Xiyang handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the next student, while Qin Yitian walked out of the other side of the alley with the oil-paper umbrella again.

She approached silently

Approaching, eyes casting

Tai Xi general vision

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"Next. Fang Yan shouted.

The first one starts and the forty ends. Qin Yitian is the forty-first of the ninth class.

Dressed in high heels and holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked from one end of the alley to the other and from the other end of the alley to this end over and over again in the poet's recitation.

She is fresh and poetic, and beautiful and picturesque.

Every time someone recites a poem, she walks with an umbrella. No breaks, no pauses. As if tireless.

Her expression was as calm as ever, her movements were as elegant as ever, her long hair coiled on the top of her head was not messy, what did she look like when she first walked, and what she still looks like now----- the lilac girl in the poem only rubbed shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian has already walked thirty-seven times.

Fang Yan couldn't help but shout to stop several times, letting Qin Yitian sit down and rest.

But Qin Yitian refused, if they wanted to give all students the opportunity to recite once during the class time, they had to cherish every minute and every second of their time.

And the students really want to have the opportunity to recite like this. They are ready to move, like reading poetry in a boat in the Bird River---- which is the way they expect to learn.

In the waning of the rain

Faded her color

Scattered her fragrance

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"Next. Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked through the thirty-eighth time.

This girl floated past me

She was silently far away, far away

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"Next. Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked through the thirty-ninth time.

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I want to float by

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge.

Number forty, the last in the class. Except for Qin Yitian himself.

Qin Yitian stopped and stood in the rainy alley under the eaves with an umbrella.

slim, more beautiful than the lilac girl in the poem.

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

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

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They shouted Qin Yitian's name loudly, and their enthusiastic voices broke the silence of the rain alley.

The cool breeze was bleak, but everyone's heart was like a nest of fire.

"Qin Yitian, thank you. A girl came running up and said. "Thank you so much. ”

"Senior Sister Yitian, you are amazing----

"Goddess, you are our goddess-----"

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Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It's time for school." Let's go home. ”

Oh----

The playful students shouted and ran away, and more students ran over to say hello to Fang Yan and Qin Yitian before leaving.

The figure faded away, the voice disappeared, and there were only two people left in the alley, Fang Yan and Qin Yitian.

"Are they all gone?" Qin Yitian asked.

"Gone. Fang Yan said.

As soon as Qin Yitian's knees weakened, his body was about to fall to the ground.

She just couldn't hold on.

Fang Yan's eyes were quick, his body leaned forward, and with a dip of his hands, he scooped up Qin Yitian's body that was about to fall to the ground and hugged him in his arms.

Warm nephrite, exhale like an orchid.

Looking at Qin Yitian's close face, Fang Yan felt that this was really a test for himself.

However, she was her own student----

Fang Yan quickly shifted his gaze.

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