Poetry emphasizes artistic conception.
Does it make sense to recite while shaking your head in a crowded classroom with white walls and blackboards, tables and chairs filled with the stench of human 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 the author of this poem was, what era and specific historical environment it was written in, and they also know that the lilac-like girl symbolizes girls and the yearning for a better life----
However, the artistic beauty of poetry itself has been ignored.
Now, Fang Yan is doing the opposite.
I won’t introduce the author to you, and I won’t ask you to write down the year he was born and the year he died. He won’t even mention a single word about what this poem symbolizes and what the author’s feelings are.
I just read the poem to you, just to let you know what kind of poem it is.
We put aside all the complicated things and just enjoy poetry.
Obviously, the effect of this is very significant.
All the students were deeply moved by this scene. They wrote down the rain lane that they didn't even know the name of. They wrote down Fang Yan and Qin Yitian walking towards each other and passing each other. They wrote down Fang Yan and Qin Yitian's passing. When Yan looked back, there was no sadness in his eyes.
The saddest love in the world is when you fall in love with her at first sight, and then she turns around and disappears.
Have you ever met such a person on the bus, in the airport, in a bookstore, at a tourist attraction, in a strange city or street? Do you have this feeling of regret
It took you five hundred years of piety to get back a passing love.
Is this kind of thing too cruel
Many female students cried. They were completely lost in the sadness of saying goodbye and never seeing each other again in the poem.
They are young and lively, but also emotionally fragile. They long for perfection and still firmly believe that lovers will eventually get married.
Someone shouted: "Teacher Fang, catch up with her quickly---ask her name and her phone number---"
The boy's mood was also very depressed. He wanted to express something, but couldn't.
Such a simple story, it's not about life and death, so why does it make people feel sour
Fang Yan stood there, saying nothing, just waiting quietly.
Students need time to memorize and digest.
He knew that in one, two, three, four, five, six or more years, when they were gray-haired and could only eat soup, they would still have the scene before them in their minds.
Life is short, how many times can we take the bus and go out so many times, love so many people and experience so many beautiful scenery
What reason do they have for not remembering it
Come on!
Boom!
Boom!
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The sound of high heels hitting the stone slabs sounded again, and Qin Yitian came back again holding an oil-paper umbrella.
A girl shouted in surprise: "Girl Lilac is back."
"------"
The poisoning is too deep, just because the obsession is too much.
Because of Fang Yan's unique teaching method, they all fell in love with the story "Rain Lane", just like if you like a star, you would want to know her height, measurements, what kind of food she eats, and what color of underwear she wears. No need for Fang Yan to remind you. They will also search for information about the author and the poem.
Only in this way will they understand the essence of this article more clearly and profoundly.
This is the difference between active learning and passive learning. This is also the difference between ordinary teachers and ultimate teachers.
A great person, he must wear Xtep and not take 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 we don't owe anything." Fang Yan waved his hand with a smile. "It's too foreign."
"I want to be the heroine, not the same as this cheongsam -" Qin Yitian smiled. "Just a prop."
"------" It was too much to dare to openly confess to Mr. Liangjia in broad daylight.
Fang Yan was very happy with Qin Yitian.
"Why is this a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We are performing. I am the poet and you are the lilac girl - if you are a prop, then don't I also become a prop?"
"I am Qin Yitian."
"I know. You are just Lilac girl temporarily. The character you play is Lilac girl. Just like when you played Juliet in the play "Romeo and Juliet" before ----- we did it because of hobbies and interests. This is about it, right?”
"No." Qin Yitian said.
"------" Fang Yan felt that this girl was really difficult to communicate with. It seems that he has to make a suggestion to the school, which should teach students about interpersonal communication starting from middle school.
"I rehearse the play "Romeo and Juliet" because I like this story." Qin Yitian said seriously. "Wearing a cheongsam and pretending to be a lilac girl is because I like you."
"I do not believe."
"How to prove it?"
"You will pretend to be Lilac girl forty times again and pass every student in Class Nine once." Fang Yan made a shameless request. After he finished speaking, he was so ashamed that he couldn't lower his head.
Because when you lower your head, you can see Qin Yitian looking at him with wide eyes.
"Okay." Qin Yitian nodded in agreement. "I promise you, not because I'm stupid. It's just because I really like doing things for you."
"How about twenty times?" Fang Yan found out 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
A lonely rainy alley
I hope to meet
A girl as sweet as lilac
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Qin Yitian walked slowly holding an oil-paper umbrella. The scene was so beautiful that it made people enchanted.
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, recite it quickly——" someone urged.
Ye Xiyang's face turned red from suppressing it, and he said with a sad face: "Teacher, I forgot my words."
Fang Yan smiled and thought to himself, it seems that he also made a mistake. The Lilac girl he found was too beautiful, which affected the students' performance. I must not make such a mistake next time.
"Next one." Fang Yan said. Because time is limited, everyone only has one chance. He hoped that everyone could grasp it well, 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 once again held the oil-paper umbrella and walked out gracefully from another opening in the alley.
She approached silently
Come closer, double roll
Gaze like Taixi
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"Next one." Fang Yan shouted.
It starts on the 1st and ends on the 40th. Qin Yitian is No. 41 of Class Nine.
Wearing high heels and holding an oil-paper umbrella, she walked from one end of the alley to the other over and over again while the poet was reciting.
She is as fresh as poetry and as beautiful as picturesque.
Every time someone recited a poem, she held an umbrella and walked away. No breaks, no pauses. As if tireless.
Her expression is as calm as ever, her movements are as elegant as ever, her long hair coiled on top of her head is not messy at all, what she looked like when she first walked away, and what she still looks like now -----Poetry The Lilac girl in the novel only rubbed shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian has gone thirty-seven times.
Fang Yan couldn't help shouting to stop several times and asked Qin Yitian to sit down and rest.
But Qin Yitian refused. If they want all students to have the opportunity to recite once during class time, they must cherish every minute and every second.
Moreover, students really hope to have such an opportunity to recite. They are eager to move, just like reading poetry in a boat on the Que River - this is the way they expect to learn.
In the fading song of rain
Removed her color
Dissipated her fragrance
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"Next one." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked through it for the thirty-eighth time.
This girl floated beside me
She was far away silently, far away
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"Next one." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian walked through it for the thirty-ninth time.
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I hope to pass
Like a lilac
A sad and resentful girl.
Number 40, the last one in the class. Except Qin Yitian himself.
Qin Yitian stopped and stood on the eaves in the rainy alley with an umbrella.
Slim and graceful, more beautiful than the lilac girl in the poem.
Fang Yan was moved by Qin Yitian, and all his classmates were also 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 rain lane.
The cool breeze was bleak, but everyone felt like there was a fire in their hearts.
"Qin Yitian, thank you." A girl ran over and said. "Thank you so much."
"Senior Yitian, you are great----"
"Goddess, you are our goddess-----"
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Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It's time for school to end. Let's go home."
Ouch----
The playful students yelled and ran away, and more students came over and said hello to Fang Yan and Qin Yitian before leaving.
The figures faded 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 softened and his body was about to fall to the ground.
She just couldn't hold it any longer.
Fang Yan had sharp eyes and quick hands. He leaned forward, reached out with his hands, and picked up Qin Yitian's body, which was about to fall to the ground, and held him in his arms.
Warm fragrant nephrite, exhaling like orchid.
Looking at Qin Yitian's face so close, Fang Yan felt that this was really a test for him.
However, she is her own student----
Fang Yan quickly shifted his gaze.
Qin Yitian smiled and said: "I said - I don't make props, I am the heroine."