Chapter 58, I am not a prop, I am the heroine!

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, his eyes were filled with despair and sadness.

The saddest love in the world is when you fall in love with her at first sight, and then she turns around and disappears.

On the bus, in the airport, in bookstores, tourist attractions, strange cities and streets - have you ever met such a person? Do you have such regretful feelings?

It took you five hundred years of piety to practice Buddhism in exchange for 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 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 is also very depressed. He wants to express something, but nothing can be said.

Such a simple story, and it's not about life and death, so why does it make people feel sour in their hearts?

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?

Wow!

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.

One 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 relevant 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 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 in the same class, so we don't owe anything." Fang Yan waved his hands with a smile. "It's too foreign."

"What I want to do is to be the heroine, not like this cheongsam -" Qin Yitian smiled. "It's just a prop."

"------" It's really too much to dare to openly confess to Mr. Liangjia in broad daylight.

Fang Yan was very happy with Qin Yitian.

"How come this is a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We are performing. I am a poet and you are 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.

Is this the case?"

"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, and teach students about interpersonal communication starting from middle school.

"The reason for rehearsing the drama "Romeo and Juliet" is because I like this story." Qin Yitian said seriously. "Wearing a cheongsam to play Lilac girl is because I like you."

"I do not believe."

"How to prove it?"

"You will pretend to be Lilac girl forty times and pass every student in Class 9 once." Fang Yan made a shameless request. After saying this, he himself 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 actually nodded in agreement. "I promise you, not because I am stupid. It's just because I really like to do something for you."

"How about twenty times?" Fang Yan found out with conscience 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

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Qin Yitian walked slowly holding an oil-paper umbrella. The picture 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, hurry up and recite it—" someone urged.

Ye Xiyang's face turned red from suppressing it, and he said with a sad face: "Teacher, I forgot the lyrics."

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. He must not make such a mistake next time.

"The next one." Fang Yan said. Because time is limited, everyone has only one chance. He hopes that everyone can grasp it well, but if someone really fails to grasp it, Fang Yan doesn't know what to say to him.

what's good.

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 throw

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 the 41st of Class 9.

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 else recited a poem, she would hold an umbrella and walk away without rest or pause. She seemed 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 crossed paths 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.
To be continued...