Poetry emphasizes artistic conception.
Is it artistic to recite while shaking your head in a classroom with white walls, blackboards, desks and chairs crowded with people and smelling of sweat and feet
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 wrote the poem, when it was written and in what specific historical context. They also know that the lilac-like girl symbolizes the girl and the yearning for a better life.
However, the artistic beauty of the poem itself has been overlooked.
Now, Fang Yan is doing the opposite.
I won't introduce the author to you, nor will I ask you to remember the year he was born or died. He won't even mention a word about what the poem symbolizes or what emotions the author expresses.
I just read the poem to you so that you can know what kind of poem it is.
We put aside all the cumbersome and complicated things and just appreciate the poetry.
Obviously, the effect of doing so is very significant.
All the students were deeply moved by this scene. They remembered this rainy alley whose name they didn’t even know, they remembered Fang Yan and Qin Yitian walking towards each other and then passing each other, and they remembered the loneliness and 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, but she disappears without a trace after turning away.
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
Your five hundred years of piety in practicing Taoism only earned you a chance of love that passed by.
Isn’t this kind of thing too cruel
Many female students cried. They were completely immersed in the sorrow of parting and never seeing each other again in the poems, unable to extricate themselves.
They are young and lively, but also emotionally fragile. They desire perfection and firmly believe that lovers will eventually get married.
Someone shouted: "Teacher Fang, hurry up and catch up with her---ask her name, ask for her phone number---"
The boy was also feeling very depressed. He wanted to express something but couldn't say anything.
It's such a simple story, it's not about life or death, why does it make people feel so sad
Fang Yan stood there, saying nothing, just waiting quietly.
Students need time to memorize and digest.
He knew that after one, two, three, four, five, six, or ten years, when they were old and gray and could only drink soup for their meals, the scene before them would still appear in their minds.
Life is short. How many buses can we take, how many times can we go out, how many people can we love, and how many beautiful scenery can we experience
Why wouldn't they remember it
Click!
Boom!
Boom!
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The sound of high heels hitting the stone slabs rang out again, and Qin Yitian came back holding an oil-paper umbrella.
A girl shouted in surprise: "Miss Dingxiang is back."
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The poisoning is too deep, just because of the excessive obsession.
Because of Fang Yan's unique teaching method, they all fell in love with the story of "Rainy Alley", just like if you like a star you would want to know her height, measurements, what kind of food she eats, and what color underwear she wears. Without Fang Yan's reminder, they would also search for relevant information about the author and the poem.
Only in this way can they appreciate the essence of this article more clearly and deeply.
This is the difference between active learning and passive learning. This is also the difference between an ordinary teacher and an ultimate teacher.
A great person must wear special clothes and not follow the ordinary path.
Qin Yitian walked up to Fang Yan, stared at him with bright eyes, and said, "You owe me another favor."
"We are all classmates, so why bother talking about debts?" Fang Yan smiled and waved his hands. "You are too polite."
"I want to be the heroine, not like this cheongsam-----" Qin Yitian laughed. "It's just a prop."
"-------" It was really too much to confess to a good teacher in broad daylight.
Fang Yan was so angry that he laughed.
"How is this a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We are performing. I am a poet, and you are Miss Dingxiang. If you are a prop, then I am also a prop."
"I am Qin Yitian."
"I know. You are only the Lilac Girl temporarily. The character you play is the Lilac Girl. Just like when you played Juliet in the play Romeo and Juliet before - we do this for hobbies and interests, right?"
"No." Qin Yitian said.
"-------" Fang Yan felt that this girl was really difficult to communicate with. It seemed that he had to make a suggestion to the school, that students should be taught interpersonal communication knowledge starting from middle school.
"I'm rehearsing the play Romeo and Juliet because I like this story." Qin Yitian said seriously. "I'm wearing a cheongsam and playing the role of Ding Xiang because I like you."
"I do not believe."
"How can we prove it?"
"You play the role of Lilac Girl forty more times and pass by every student in Class Nine once." Fang Yan shamelessly made a shameless request. After he finished speaking, he was so ashamed that he couldn't even lower his head.
Because when he looked down, he could see Qin Yitian staring at him with wide eyes.
"Okay." Qin Yitian actually nodded and agreed. "I promised you, not because I'm stupid. It's just because I really like to do something for you."
"How about twenty times?" Fang Yan felt guilty and 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
Wandering in the long, long
The lonely rain alley
I hope to meet
A lilac girl
Click!
Click!
Click!
Qin Yitian walked slowly towards them holding an oil-paper umbrella. The scene was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.
The boy's pupils dilated, his cheek muscles trembled, and his hands unclenched and clenched.
His mouth moved, but no sound came out.
"Ye Xiyang, please recite quickly----" someone urged.
Ye Xiyang's face turned red, and he said with a sad face: "Teacher, I forgot the words."
Fang Yan smiled and thought, it seems that I have made a mistake. The girl Dingxiang I found is too pretty and has affected the students' performance. I must not make such a mistake next time.
"Next one." Fang Yan said. Because time was limited, everyone only had one chance. He hoped that everyone could grasp it well, but if someone really failed to grasp it well, 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 once again held the oil-paper umbrella and walked out gracefully from another end of the alley.
She approached silently
Come closer, cast your eyes
A sighing look
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"Next one." Fang Yan shouted.
It starts with number 1 and ends with number 40. Qin Yitian is number 41 in class nine.
She was wearing high heels and holding an oil-paper umbrella. She walked from one end of the alley to the other, and then from the other end to this end, over and over again as the poet recited.
She is as fresh as poetry and as beautiful as a painting.
Every time someone recited a poem, she would walk with her umbrella, without rest or pause, as if she knew no fatigue.
Her expression was as calm as ever, her movements were as elegant as ever, her long hair piled on top of her head was not a mess at all, and she looked the same now as she did the first time she left - the lilac girl in the poem only brushed shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian had already walked past her thirty-seven times.
Fang Yan couldn't help but shout to stop several times and asked Qin Yitian to sit down and rest.
But Qin Yitian refused. If they wanted to give all students a chance to recite once during class time, they must cherish every minute and every second.
Moreover, the students really wanted to have such an opportunity to recite. They were eager to do it, just like reading poems while rowing in the Que River - this was the way of learning they expected.
In the fading song of rain
Removed her color
Scattered her fragrance
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"Next one." Fang Yan called out. Qin Yitian walked by for the thirty-eighth time.
This girl passed by me
She went away silently, away
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"Next one." Fang Yan called out. Qin Yitian walked by for the thirty-ninth time.
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I hope it passes by
Like a clove
A girl full of sorrow.
Number 40, the last one in the class, except Qin Yitian himself.
Qin Yitian stopped and stood in the rainy alley under the eaves with an umbrella.
She is graceful and 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 tranquility of the rainy alley.
The wind was cold and bleak, but everyone felt like there was a fire burning in their hearts.
"Qin Yitian, thank you." A girl ran over and said. "Thank you so much."
"Senior Yitian, you are awesome----"
"Goddess, you are our goddess-----"
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Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It's time to go home. Let's go home."
Oh----
The playful students ran away shouting, and more students ran over to say hello to Fang Yanqin Yitian before leaving.
The figures gradually moved away, the voices disappeared, and only Fang Yan and Qin Yitian were left in the alley.
"Have they all left?" Qin Yitian asked.
"Let's go." Fang Yan said.
Qin Yitian's knees went weak and he was about to fall to the ground.
She couldn't hold on any longer.
Fang Yan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He leaned forward, stretched out his hands, and picked up Qin Yitian's body, which was about to fall to the ground, and held it in his arms.
Warm and soft, with a breath as fragrant as orchid.
Looking at Qin Yitian's face so close to him, Fang Yan felt that this was really a test for himself.
But she is her student----
Fang Yan quickly shifted his gaze.
Qin Yitian smiled and said, "I said - I'm not a prop, I'm the heroine." (To be continued)