Quietly, just like that, as if the naked eye could see that quiet breath rippled in the classroom, and a similar trajectory rippled in the depths of my heart.

Henry slowly opened his eyes, those deep eyes lowered his gaze, looking intently at a focal point on the ground, his clear and bright eyes seemed to be caught in his own deep thought, but after a careful search, he found that the focus was blurring, as if in the depths of his eyes, a skyscraper was slowly falling apart, turning into powder, the whole process was slowed down a hundred times, even the trajectory of a dust flight was clearly visible, that magnificence, that magnificence, that destruction, with a kind of unreasonable beauty.

Then he looked up, and the scattered focus gathered little by little, as if time had gone backwards, and the collapsed building returned to its original state, and the eyes that had stayed on the students converged again, one after another, and fell deep in his pupils. That hazy sense of ambiguity has regained clarity again, but hidden in the depths of clarity, there is a sadness that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, not sharp, but heavy enough.

"As I walked through the corridor, you were in the classroom......" Without warning, Henry spoke, but stopped without warning, as if for a moment, he fell into his own contemplation, the calm voice was not slow, the words dragged a short hoarse sound between the words, and the corners of his mouth even rose slightly, but the smile still could not erase the sadness that melted into the blood, some mockery, some ridicule, some helplessness, "How many of you are there...... Ever felt the weight on your chest?"

Henry raised his left hand and gestured at the position of his chest, but he did not press it down, and there was a distance in between, but this little gap seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he pressed his chest so hard that he couldn't even breathe. The tense fingertips were trembling slightly, and the slender fingers and the broad back of the hand were almost transparent and pale, and the hideous but weak veins could be seen sinking.

is a simple sentence, but it makes people's noses start to sour inexplicably.

Half a second, a second. After a pause, Henry raised his left hand, "I feel it." ”

The short words had a thunderous power, like a boulder sinking to the bottom of the sea, and the splash didn't seem to splash much, but the weight built up the pressure little by little, and pressed it down.

Someone raised his right hand. The first, the second...... Fifth, sixth...... Gradually, more and more arms were raised, until everyone had completed the gesture of raising their hands.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth were further outlined, and the drooping eyelids revealed a hint of banter, and a slight snort spurted out, as if he was laughing at himself, and seemed to be ridiculing, "Everyone?" Then the smile fell under the eyes, quickly dissipated, and turned into a thick sadness, and the lonely loneliness fainted, like a dark blue pool, cold and calm, but bottomless.

One word, two words, collide between Henry's lips and teeth, but they have an indescribable charm, and the abundant emotions are curling behind the convergent ending.

Edgar Allan Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago. Henry put down his left hand and returned to the subject again, the theme of today's lesson, he leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer hold on, he could only sit on the podium, leaning on the weight that almost crushed his shoulders, and then picked up the book of poems on the podium, waved it casually to the students, and signaled: This is Poe's book of poems.

Then he lowered his head, stroked the cover of the book of poems with the fingertips of his left hand, and carefully felt the lines of the book, as if following this line could trace the poet's thoughts, and said softly, "With the reading, we can find that the House of Usher is not only an old, decaying, and renovated castle, but also reflects the desolation of the present world." ”

The aftertaste is lingering and meaningful.

Raising his head again, his eyes fell on the immature faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color had gradually faded, but what was hidden in it was dazed and confused, and he fell into contemplation after being stunned, his eyes began to lose focus, and the panic and fear hidden in the depths of his eyes still could not provoke a change in expression, as if shrouded in a hazy halo, connected into an endless sea of suffering.

The last thing I looked at was the empty seat in the back right. It was Meredith's place, with the red plastic back, and she always looked up expectantly and eagerly, focused on his lesson, answering every question proactively, and then shyly and brightly smiled.

Her plea for help that day flashed through her mind, "I can't hold on." She said. So, she gave up.

The pupils flickered slightly, Henry lowered his eyes, his calm face was like an empty valley, barren and lonely, lifeless, the sparse sunlight sprinkled down, the wind whistled by, and a colorful rainbow light was outlined on the sky after the rain, quiet and distant, but inexplicably the eyes began to redden, indescribable.

"In the autumn of that year, on a long day that was dull, gray and silent, heavy clouds hung low above the firmament......" Henry recited softly, the wonderful syllables stepping on a moving rhythm, like notes dancing between staves, composing a melodious flute, circling in silence, every word so clear, every word so profound, light and deep under the eardrums, bang, bang, stirring a slight wave in the lake of hearts.

"I rode alone through this gloomy, exotic countryside, and finally, as night fell, the cold landscape of Usher unfolded before my eyes. ”

There was no sadness or heaviness in his clear voice, like curling green smoke in his heart, and a majestic picture spread out in Henry's voice, and the sight of recklessness and ruin came to his mind, as if riding a horse, strolling on the edge of a damp swamp, and the desolate and desolate outline of Usher House gradually emerged from behind the mist.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on Henry, who held Poe's poetry book in his right hand, but did not open it, and supported his left hand on the podium, the clarity between his eyebrows was stained with the uninhibited and sad of a poet, like the mist in the mountains. The bumps that have gone through the vicissitudes of life, the loneliness that has been weathered, the loneliness that is alone, the grief and dazed...... Poetic, picturesque, and song-like, it makes people can't help but calm down, quietly, seriously, religiously, attentively, and watch the destruction of the world.

"I hadn't seen it before, but just by a glance, an unbearable gloom soaked through me. “

The beauty and moving of poetry are often incomprehensible, the use of those words, the brewing of those artistic conceptions, the foreshadowing of those deep meanings, and the choice of words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but they are full of philosophical thinking and artistic embellishment, which makes people foggy. However, the poetry collides and stirs up from Henry's lips and teeth, so vivid and vivid, that people really feel the coldness and melancholy hidden in the depths of the poem's words, as if through the eyes of Edgar Allan Poe, he saw the collapse of Usher House.

"I looked at the sparse landscape around the mansion, the walls were barren, the decaying trees were white, my soul was speechless, my heart was cooling, sinking, showing a weak and sick state. ”

Henry's voice paused slightly, quietly looking at the classroom in front of him, letting the residual afterglow curl in the air, those deep eyes were not shocked, as if permeated with the humid and cold London winter, the layers of gloom and sadness slowly precipitated, and then, Na Ying's slender eyebrows stretched, a faint glimmer permeated from the narrow eyes, and the expression remained unchanged, but the emotions gradually stood firm and gradually became firm.

Sorrow, still, hope, breeding.

That glimmer of light seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness at any time, and it was struggling to get rid of it, and the darkness in all directions was hideous and distorted, but it could not completely annihilate the existence of the glimmer. The bottomless eyes are like the vast ocean, and like the vast sky, the light of hope is faint but firm.

The focus of the line of sight gradually became more and more distant, farther and farther away, and in a trance, the whole classroom began to get bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and finally covered the whole world.

"Cards!"

Tony's voice broke the silence and silence of the crew, but this time it was not able to break the seal on the set, and the silent silence was still spreading.

Including Tony himself, everyone in the crew looked at Lan Li carefully, slowly reminiscing about their own thoughts and rumination. The gentle and tenacious performance has a powerful force, like a calm wave, seemingly soft, but enough to destroy everything, no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, not even traces of performance, but the intricate and profound emotions are vividly spoken, bursting out of a gorgeous and colorful chemical reaction.

A collection of poems, from Allan Poe's Gothic poetry collection, is esoteric and obscure, but it has thrown a heavy weight on everyone's mind, setting off wave after wave of emotional frenzy that makes people unable to extricate themselves. The power of poetry, the energy of art, is clearly and directly transmitted to the depths of the soul of every viewer at this moment.

Relying only on the lines, relying only on the eyes, and only relying on the rhythm, but the deep meaning behind the story has been brought to the peak, and in the understatement, the changes in the vicissitudes of the sea are shown in a firm and shocking attitude, revealing infinite possibilities, and also showing infinite deep meaning, leaving an unknown future, which has become the audience's thinking topic.

This scene is even more difficult than the original bus scene, the emotions are more complex, and the performance is more concise, but the shock brought by the blue ceremony is more turbulent, the reflection is more profound, and the aftertaste is more long-lasting.

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