The children sit at the same long table and eat breakfast.

"Adults come around every day and do messy things." Saho suddenly announced, "We are the hope for the future." ”

"What do you mean?" Yuan Ori asked.

"They hide everything they have to say." Saho said, "Teacher Dasu loves Miss, and Miss Dasu also loves Teacher Dasu." But they just won't say it, they can't say it! Why? Get married early, everyone will be happy, and the whole play will end. ”

"Love is complicated, and sometimes, it's hard to say." True Bow said.

"Is it hard to say? I love you, you're a good person. I love Sister Lianyang, she is my hope. I love Murohana and she is my good brother. I love Mr. Dasu and have helped everyone a lot. I love the Shadow Witch, the strongest witch in the world. I love Natsuki and Fried Bomb, two little ones. Love edge weaving, you can rub the belly. Only Qingxiao is still in the investigation period. Nothing difficult. Saho said.

"How can you 'love' so many people at the same time!" Makomi felt angry and funny.

"Can't you? I learned from Mr. Dasu, and he was a role model. Saho disagreed.

"Marriage is the obvious choice." Qingxiao reasoned with her, "Creatures don't need to get married to reproduce. Have you ever seen trees and flowers get married? The ground is still full of branches, buds, flowers and fruits blooming everywhere. Marriage is the mutual enslavement of the sexes. ”

"No matter what, we must be honest, and when we are the kind of people who are clean and refreshing, we can't screw or be awkward." Saho told them, "We can become the hope of saving the world in the future, and good children like us will become the one in everyone's minds in the future." ”

"A model in mind." "The problem is that if everyone is like each other, it's over. ”

“？” Saho didn't understand, "That's probably what it means." Anyway, when I grow up, I have to teach those who are not clear and teach them how to behave. I'm ready to leave the Anxin Hospital, I promise that there is a large group of people outside, living a boring life, and they don't even dare to tell the truth, I give them a slap in the face and tell them to face themselves. ”

Saho went to make up for his homework after eating, and everyone exchanged glances at the table.

"Stupid Saho, she can't adapt to society anymore! You're bound to get into trouble when you go out. True Bow regretfully announced.

Everyone nodded violently.

"So she can't go out into society alone, if there is that day. We want to protect her. True Bow announced.

Not much, class time.

Saho felt that everyone was looking at her with pity, and it felt weird.

But it doesn't matter, she still has to do her homework.

Whenever I see this classroom, Saho will sigh in my heart.

Anxin Yuan has really changed a lot since Dasu came!

The garbage school building with potholes and tattered walls has now changed.

Spring is blooming and the sun is shining. The front cabinet contains their textbooks, textbooks and miscellaneous items, and each additional child opens an additional locker. How could there be such treatment before.

Saho opened the cabinet and took out the winter vacation homework, workbooks, and middle school students' books, and then closed them again.

The desks and chairs are all single people and single tables, and Saho's desk is covered with the graffiti she left when she was bored in class, and she often has to cover it with a notebook so as not to be knocked on the head by Da Su. Occasionally, when she was distracted from class, she would open the corner of the book and continue to refine her comics underneath.

Reading had nothing to do with Saho, but under the teaching of Dasu, Teacher Reina, Lescorin and others, Saho gradually began to learn.

She wrote a lot of winter vacation homework by herself, and she felt that winter vacation was for fun, and putting together the words winter vacation and homework was simply the biggest mistake in the world.

So she decided to wait until school started before writing her winter vacation homework.

Zhang Su came to the classroom and handed out some thick booklets, and Saho saw that these were poetry collections, with small cards, her name written in advance, and some hints to represent which ones were easy to read and which ones were difficult.

"Today we are going to talk about the problem of "poetry", that is, how to read poetry. Early spike, homework and other classes will make up. Zhang Su sat on the floor in front of him, flipping through the poetry anthology in his hand.

He sat so that everyone would not have to bother to look up at him.

"Roger." Saho folds her winter vacation homework onto her doodles.

The subject of the painting is either Dasu fighting the longhorned demon, or the shadow witch hiding behind the demon and poking the demon.

She felt that the Shadow Witch and Da Su should be in a gang, Da Su was in front of the line, and the Shadow Witch was stealing in the back, so she would do it if she was replaced.

"When we teach 'poetry' today, we say the word 'poetry', which foreigners call poem, which comes from the Greek word poiesis, which means 'to make'. So, unlike what we say casually, poems are usually elaborate and convey meaning through aesthetic imagery or phonological structure. Zhang Su made a summary, "Interpreting poetry is actually extremely simple. ”

He drew several levels on the blackboard.

"What I'm talking about today is the most standard, clearest and most understandable solution. Maybe you think poetry is obscure. The books you have in your hands include a variety of poems, from simple to deep, from simple to complex, tailored for you, both at home and abroad. And the way to read it is the same. In the next few years, no matter which page you turn or how much you learn, you can read it this way, just be patient. ”

Saho looked through the poetry book in his hand, it seemed to be specially compiled for Saho, the annotations of the poems were so detailed, and there were also annotations, for fear that she wouldn't understand. The person who made this collection of words was so careful. Saho thought.

Zhang Su introduced the secret of reading poetry:

"The first level is to read them out, to read their rhymes, to pay attention to the sounds and rhythms.

The second level is translation, which is to write down their meanings, in a way that you can understand, and to write the simplest, most obvious meaning that you read.

The third layer is to grasp the key images they describe, the images, carry a specific meaning, as I said before, poetry is production, so the poet must be intentional, crack these images, you can grasp the point of the poem.

The fourth layer is skill, like the little decoration on a cake, poets will use some acrobatics to whitewash their poems, such as quoting scriptures, anthropomorphic metaphors, double rhymes, repeated battles, and repeating chapters and sentences...... These will be explained slowly in the coming weeks. Now, open the book and check the best poems you can read, they are all pre-set and in line with your academic ability, Saho? You come and demonstrate. Zhang Su nodded to the name of Zaosui and saw that she was absent-minded.

"Huh?" Hakuho raised his head sharply.

"Poetry." Zhang Su pointed to the reading book in her hand, "Choose one of the poems on the first ten pages." Stand up. Seriously, what we've learned today will continue throughout this semester. Read it out loud. ”

Saho stood up with the poetry book in her hand, and she flipped through the poems in her hand.

Local poets, poets from China, and poets from foreigners......

Those long and short sentences or neatly written sentences, they are like delicate little squares, once they leap into Saho's field of vision, they gradually form beautiful crafts on their own, separating the messy thoughts in her mind.

She flipped through it, stopped at random on one of the pages, and read it aloud.

"Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things. She read it out loud, "The title is a cross, I don't read it, and then it's nostalgic, and there are opening brackets, excerpts, and closing brackets." The person who wrote this booklet phonetized every word and explained it in detail, for fear that Sasui wouldn't understand, but she still didn't read it all.

"First layer, how does it feel to read it?" Zhang Su guided Saho.

Saho thought for a moment.

"I don't feel anything." She said, "It's over with a bang." ”

"Yes, you caught that feeling, lightness." Zhang Su encouraged her, "It's this kind of brisk feeling, the second layer is to repeat it in your own words, with the commentary, can you say it sentence by sentence?" ”

Saho paused and studied a few notes inside.

"Life," Saho said nonsense, "running around, do you know what it's like?" It's like a bird stomping on snow. In the mud, fingers and claws are accidentally left behind, and after the bird flies away, you are not a thing! ”

"Hmm...... It's pretty much the same, but the word "thing" here means "east-west direction." Let's move on. The third layer is to see what image it writes. Zhang Su said, "Can you find what is described in the poem?" ”

"Birds." Saho studied, "Snow, paws, nothing, nothing left, flew away." ”

"And the first two words of the poem?" Zhang Su continued to guide.

"Life." Early spike marked, "Life is like a bird." ”

Can you now imagine the situation described in the poem? If, according to the psalmist, the situation you imagine is your life! Zhang Su said.

Saho put down the poem, put her hands on the sides of her head, and began to think about the kind of thing in the poem with a serious face.

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on the slush......

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei is counting things......

Life is like a bird flying to the snow, poofing, leaving a little trace, and then the bird flies away, what is the rest?! Gone! Life is gone, there is no trace left! Haho felt terrible.

She thought that when it snowed in Anxinyuan, she sometimes stepped on the snow, and then soon, after a few minutes, half an hour, the footprints were gone.

Sometimes I even forgot that I had walked that way, and everything disappeared in the snow.

What about what people do in the world? Saho thought about it seriously. Traces left on the snow disappeared after a few minutes.

What people did, looking back a few years later, is there no repercussions, no aftertraces, only vague memories to prove that it happened.

Even if you tell others what you think is important, others won't believe it, let alone care about it.

"It's so sad! It's so bad. Saho said loudly to Zhang Su, "If our life is really like footprints on the snow, and the sigh is gone, then what we do is meaningless!" ”

"The poet is only talking about one side." Zhang Su asked Sasui to sit down, "You still have time to think about it." Learn these poems well. ”

There is such a poem in the classification of haiku, "True bow also came to learn, "'The flow of fireflies is intermittent, and the light is bright and extinguished, how can loneliness be embarrassed'?" ”

"Repeat what the poem describes in your own words." Zhang Su said.

"The glow of fireflies is intermittent, one light and one extinguishes, just between this foot, this loneliness, I really can't stand it." True Bow said.

"What about the image of the main establishment?" Zhang Su asked.

"Flickering fireflies, short distances, fast speeds, and the word loneliness." True bow contemplation.

"Fireflies don't glow during the day, and you can't see their light during the day."

"Night." True Bow came back to his senses, "There is no explicit, implying that at night, I saw fireflies flickering and dimming." ”

"It's strange, it's late at night, and the presence of fireflies still makes people lonely and lonely, so why doesn't their company make people warm, but lonely?" Zhang Su asked.

True Bow pondered.

The picture constructed in her mind became clearer and clearer, and the content of Zhang Sujiao gradually formed a complex model in her mind.

"Because these lights are fleeting, their companionship is not long, at least they will leave at dawn, every time it flickers, like a faint flicker of hope, I want to catch the light, I want to keep the fluorescent light by my side! But it's so short, it's uncaught, it's fragile. ”

"The flow of fireflies is intermittent, and the light is extinguished and the feet are extinguished, how can the loneliness be ...... Got it now? Zhang Su asked.

"What makes people feel even more lonely than the terrible night outside is that they can't let the moment of hope in front of them perpetuate." True Bow said slowly, and after finishing speaking, he suddenly realized.

"It's as clear as that." "Haiku is very short, and the things depicted are only for a moment, and there are many of them in the book. Like 'the grass in my garden germinates again, and the infinite world will be green', 'there is nothing else after the chrysanthemum, only the big radish', all of which are short. ”

True Bow is delighted. The poet makes these poems, like delicate mechanical structures, which are reversed according to the process and can be slowly disassembled. In this way, the poem is not an obscure thing after all, but a trace to follow, and to the end, the poet's deep meaning will be discovered. The moment you discover it, it's like finding the last treasure.

"What is your favorite poem?" True Bow asked.

"Fly the light, persuade you to have a glass of wine. I don't know that the blue sky is high, and the yellow ground is thick. Only see the cold moon and warm days, come to fry life...... There is a wood in the east of the sky, and the candle dragon is placed below. I will cut the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's flesh. so that they will not be able to turn back, and they will not be able to lie down at night. Naturally, the old don't die, and the young don't cry......" Zhang Su briefly read a part of the poem.

"The teacher wants time to go slowly." Mayuki seems to understand.

"The days are short." Zhang Su shrugged, "Don't sleep lazy. ”

Saho came to annoy Zhang Su.

"Dasu! That poem is still too sad! What we do is like a bird's claws, without a trace......" she felt uncomfortable.

"Not necessarily, many times, what we do has a big repercussion, affects everyone, lasts for a long time, and will always remain in our hearts as a good memory, which will not dissipate." Zhang Su encouraged.

"For example?" Saho crossed his waist with both hands.

"These poetry collections, all the poems, cover all the poets from all over the world, and they are also marked according to the level of learning of everyone. Specially created for everyone, I hope to show the fascinating world of poetry...... That's right, these poetry collections are all left to you by Lianwu. Zhang Su said.

(End of chapter)