Ultimate Teacher Chapter 58: 、 I am not a prop, I am a mistress!

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Chapter 58. I am not a prop, I am a mistress!

Poetry emphasizes artistic conception. .

In a classroom filled with white walls, blackboards, and chairs, densely packed with the smell of sweat and feet, is there a mind-shaking recitation?

Surely not.

This is perfunctory. Teachers are perfunctory students, students are also perfunctory teachers.

They may write down who the author of this poem is, what age and specific historical environment they wrote in. They also know that the lilac girl symbolizes the girl and the yearning for a better life-- -

However, the artistic beauty of poetry itself has been neglected.

Now, Fang Yan does the opposite.

I will not introduce you to the author, nor do I ask you to note the year in which he was born and died in what year, this poem symbolizes what expresses the author ’s feelings and he will not even mention a word.

I just read poems for you, just to let you know what kind of poem it is.

We put aside all the tedious and complicated things, just simple poetry appreciation.

Obviously, the effect of this is very significant.

All the students were deeply moved by this scene. They took note of this rain lane that they did n’t even know their names. Fang Yan looked down at Mo Fang when he looked back.

The saddest love in the world is when you fall in love with her at first sight, she turns around and there is no news.

On buses, airports, bookstores, tourist attractions, unfamiliar cities and streets—have you ever encountered such a person? Do you have such regretful feelings?

You have been pious for five hundred years of monasticism, and then you have exchanged a passing love.

Is such a thing too cruel?

There are a lot of female students crying. They are completely silent in the sadness of parting once in the poem and never seeing each other.

They are youthful and lively, and they also have weak feelings. They long for perfection, and they still believe in their loved ones.

Someone shouted: "Ms. Fang, catch up with her-ask her name and ask her to call-"

The boy ’s mood is also very depressed. He wants to express something but ca n’t say anything.

Such a simple story is not a parting of life and death, how can you make people feel sore?

Fang Yan stood there and said nothing, just waiting quietly.

Students need time to remember and digest.

He knows that when one year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years and more than ten years, maybe when they are gray-haired and can only drink soup when they eat, they will still see the scene in front of their eyes.

Life is short, how many trips can we take, how many trips do we love, how many people have experienced many beautiful scenery?

What reason do they not remember it?

slightly!

Boom!

Boom!

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The sound of high heels hitting the stone slab sounded again, and Qin Yitian came back again with an oil-paper umbrella.

A girl shouted in surprise: "Girl Lilac is back."

"------"

The poisoning is too deep, just because of the obsession.

Because of Fang Yan ’s unique teaching method, they all like the story of "Rain Alley", just like you like a star who wants to know what kind of food she eats and wears underpants with different colors. Yan reminded that they would 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 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 usual path.

Qin Yitian walked to Fang Yan and stared at him brightly, saying, "You owe me a favor again."

"Everyone is a classmate, what they say is owed." Fang Yan waved his hand with a smile. "It's too much to see."

"I want to be the hostess, not the same as this cheongsam -----" Qin Yitian smiled. "Just a prop."

"--------" Under the broad daylight, it was too much to dare to confess blatantly to the Liangjia teacher.

Fang Yan was cheered by Qin Yitian.

"How is this a prop?" Fang Yan explained. "We are acting. I am a poet, you are a lilac girl ----- if you are a prop, then I am not a prop?"

"I am Qin Yitian."

"I know. You are only Lilac Girl for the time being. The character you are playing is Lilac Girl. Just like you played Juliet in the drama" Romeo and Juliet "before-we are because of hobbies and Only interested in doing this, is it? "

"No." Qin Yitian said.

"-------" Fang Yan felt that this girl was really not good at communicating. It seems that he has to make a suggestion to the school that the interpersonal knowledge should be taught to the students from the middle school.

"The rehearsal drama" Romeo and Juliet "is because I like this story." Qin Yitian said seriously. "I wear Qipao as Lilac girl because I like you."

"I don't believe it."

"How to prove it?"

"You play the lilac girl forty more times and pass each class 9 student once." Fang Yansi shamelessly asked a brazen request. After speaking, he bowed his head in shame.

Because you look down, you can see Qin Yitian looking at herself with wide eyes.

"Okay." Qin Yitian nodded and agreed. "I promise you, not because I am stupid. Just because I do like to do something for you."

"Is it twenty times?" Fang Yan conscience found that he actively reduced the number.

"No, forty times." Qin Yitian insisted. "You want me to make props, I want you to remember me."

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Hold the oil paper umbrella alone

Wandering long and long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to meet

A lilac girl

slightly!

slightly!

slightly!

Qin Yitian, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked slowly, and the beautiful picture was intoxicating.

The boy ’s pupils swell, his cheek muscles tremble, and his hands are loosened and clenched.

His mouth wriggled, but there was no sound.

"Ye Xiyang, you recite quickly ----" Someone said urgingly.

Ye Xiyang ’s complexion turned red, and she said with a sad face: "Teacher, I forgot to say."

Fang Yanxiao thought, he seemed to have made a mistake. The lilac girl she found was too beautiful, which affected the students' performance. You must not make such a mistake next time.

"Next." Fang Yan said. Because time is limited, everyone has only one chance. He hopes everyone can grasp it well, but if someone really fails to grasp it, Fang Yan does not know what to say to him.

Ye Xiyang handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the next student, and Qin Yitian again supported the oil-paper umbrella and walked out of another alley style in the alley.

She approached silently

Approach, double throw

Too much eyesight

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"Next." Fang Yan shouted.

Start on the 1st and end on the 40th. Qin Yitian is the 41st of class 9.

She wore high-heeled shoes and an oil-paper umbrella. During the poet's recitation, she walked from the end of the alley to the end, and from the end of the alley to the end.

She is fresh and beautiful, and beautiful.

Every time someone recites a poem, she walks with an umbrella. No rest, no pause. Seems tireless.

Her expression is as calm as before, her movements are as elegant as ever, her long hair curled up on the head is undisturbed, what she looked like for the first time, what she still looks like now --- -Lilac girl in the poem only rubs shoulders with the poet once, but Qin Yitian has gone thirty-seven times.

Fang Yan couldn't help crying out several times, let Qin Yitian sit down and rest.

But Qin Yitian refused. If you want all students to have a chance to recite during the class time, they must cherish every minute and every second.

Moreover, the students really hope to have such a recitation opportunity. They are eager to move, just like staying in a river and reading poetry-this is the way of learning they are looking forward to.

In the decay of rain

Delete her color

Scattered her fragrance

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"Next." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian traveled thirty-eight times.

This girl floats beside me

She is silently far away, far away

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"Next." Fang Yan shouted. Qin Yitian traveled thirty-nine times.

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I hope to float

A lilac-like

The grieving girl.

Forty, this is the last one in the class. Except Qin Yitian himself.

Qin Yitian stopped and stood under the rain alley under the roof.

Slim, more beautiful than Lilac Girl in the poem.

Fang Yan was touched by Qin Yitian, and all the students were touched by Qin Yitian.

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

Qin Yitian!

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They shouted Qin Yitian ’s name loudly, and the warm voice broke the tranquility of Yuxiang.

The breeze is bleak, but everyone's heart is like a fire.

"Qin Yitian, thank you." A girl ran over and said. "Thank you so much."

"Yi Tian Xuejie, you are great ----"

"Goddess, you are our goddess -----"

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Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It is time for school. Let's go home."

Aw --------

The playful students screamed and ran away. More students ran and greeted Fang Yan Qin Yitian before leaving.

The figure disappeared and the voice disappeared, leaving only Fang Yan and Qin Yitian in the alley.

"Are they all gone?" Qin Yitian asked.

"Leave." Fang Yan said.

As soon as Qin Yitian's knee is soft, his body will fall to the ground.

She can't stand it anymore.

Fang Yan's eyes were swift, his body leaned forward, and his hands were probing, and Qin Yitian's body that was about to fall to the ground was picked up and held in his arms.

Wenxiang nephrite exhales like blue.

Looking at Qin Yitian's close face, Fang Yan feels that this is really a test for himself.

But she is her own student ----

Fang Yan quickly turned his attention.

Qin Yitian smiled and said: "I said-I don't make props, I am the hostess."