Knight of the Blue Lagoon (The Past of Tao v)

《OnceUponaTimeThereWasaWillNox

~By Wei Zhen WillNox

The earth returns to the mountains in September. In September, we climb the mountains.

The mountains embrace the flowing water and the water protects the flowers. The flowers bloom look forward to the arrival of butterflies. The butterflies come to accompany the breeze. The breeze touches my heart and I cherish the earth.

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I heard the sound of petals blooming,

I smelled the fragrance of sunlight, and I saw myself on the clouds.

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1.Poetry

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Blue jeans, black T-shirt, and heavy carpenter shoes are casual and leisurely. There is discipline and neatness in the casualness, and there is a taste hidden under the leisure. Move slowly, stop, take a few more steps, stop again... Each step seems elegant, but in fact it is solid and steady.

Just like the leaves rolling on the park path in autumn, they rise and fall, stop and go, breathe freely, and never leave the earth again. The park is like a stage, time is like a song, the leaves dance in the center, performing the mature charm alone. Loneliness is the eternal reality. From beginning to end, only the footprints left on the earth accompany you.

The eyes are looking at something gently, sometimes passing through the eyes, sometimes staring out the window, sometimes staring blankly at everything in front, sometimes stopping and staring, staring at a very small and very small place, spying on the secrets of the operation of everything in the world. Strangeness is the direction of the heart.

The air is fresh and peaceful. The students' eyes follow the shadows. Occasionally they return to the blackboard, glance at the words on it, and think. Their thoughts are floating in the air, like searching, like exploring. Everyone is drifting in time, and the shore is there. In front of you, you can see it, you can feel it, but you can’t touch it, you can’t reach it.

"What is poetry?"After a moment, he stopped, looked down at the podium, and repeated the questions on the blackboard.

"Poetry is an expression of emotion."A male student replied

"What is emotion?"The teacher then asked

"Emotion is love."A girl

"what is love?"The teacher asked again

"Love is life."Another girl

"What about life?"The teacher asked again

"Life is a poem."Another girl replied

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The teacher asked again and got another answer. The answers were different. Poetry is life, life is dedication, and dedication is life.……Poetry is beautiful music, music is life... Everyone can have his or her own understanding. No matter what it is, it must be inseparable from life, life, life. We often hear people say that life is a journey of life in the world. Every bit of the journey is life. In the final analysis, it is all life.

Life? Life is like walking in nature. The path under everyone's feet is different, the things they touch are different, and the perceptions they get are even more different. No matter what kind of perception, it is a reflection of real emotions. Nature is like a girl. Everyone can imagine her beauty and poison. These are reflections of life. This is poetry. Everyone can write poetry, everyone is a poet.

Fragrant flowers, chirping birds, venomous snakes and beasts, rolling streams, and cliffs.

Birds are silent where wild beasts tread, falling into the cliff is not a trickle

"Life is difficult, dying is easier than living, and living is easier than living. Living a true and elegant life in the way you like is the most difficult.

Poetry contains rich emotions and pure thoughts. Emotions and thoughts originate from people's perceptions of all aspects of life in different social classes.

The reason why life is difficult is that the society in which people live is more complex than the natural world where animals live. It is not easy to maintain true emotions and have noble thoughts in a complex society, and it is even more difficult to achieve it with ideal methods.

Poetry is noble.

Poetry is being slowly abandoned. In fact, what is being abandoned is an emotion and some thoughts. This emotion is the most essential thing for people, and these thoughts are the realm that people have pursued for generations.

Without poetry, it is like a tree that has discarded its roots and cut off its buds.……"

At this time, a male student walked into the classroom. The sudden footsteps were particularly harsh in the calm and comfortable explanation, making people feel like a kite string was broken. The eyes of the students and the teacher focused on this student, as if Blaming him for interrupting his dancing thoughts

"Teacher, I...I...I came to class, suddenly……"The atmosphere obviously put a certain amount of pressure on this classmate. He explained sheepishly, and there was a reason he was conceiving in his flashing words.

The teacher interrupted directly:"If it's not true, there's no need to lie. I don't keep attendance records. Please sit down quickly."

The boy sat down embarrassedly and began to listen carefully.

The teacher is in his 30s. I don’t know where he comes from or where he is from. Anyway, he is not a local. I don’t know when he came to the school. I heard that he is a part-time teacher. Judging from his teaching style, the quality of the content, the control of the rhythm and Judging from his interactions with students, he is not a new teacher who has just taught.

The part-time teachers hired by the school all have some background, whether they are related to some leaders of the school, or they have outstanding abilities. It is still unknown which category they belong to.

The teacher doesn't like the office. Students rarely see him in the office. Sometimes they see him under the big tree by the lake on campus, sitting quietly by himself, typing something on the computer. Sometimes he stands, like He was thinking about something.

The class he taught was an elective, or even a hobby class, and had little to do with the major courses in his major. A considerable number of students who choose this course are from other departments. Most of them take literature to collect credits. Some even use it as a backup course for elective courses. In other words, the credits of this course are after the elective credits. The make-up part is only useful if the credits of this course are not passed in other elective courses. If the credits are passed, the credits of this course will be redundant and have little value. This is an unimportant class, and because of this, students attend class with a more casual attitude.

Although the school pays great attention to attendance, the teacher does not like to call students by name. He thinks it is a waste of time. Literature needs to be real and free, and students should not be forced to sit in the classroom in this way. The teacher makes people feel very comfortable, and the students like to take his class. There are more girls in the class, and there are also boys. Most of the boys chose this class because the girls in their hearts took this class.

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2.Garden

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The shadow of youth reveals the heavy life.

Last semester, my mother and stepfather were getting divorced. During the holidays, my grandparents did not let Tang Jiahui go home. Tang Jiahui no longer felt much about that family, so my grandparents came to the school to play together for two months.

It’s my sophomore year, a new semester, a new atmosphere. People are gradually regaining their vitality, but they no longer have the freshness they had when they first entered college. I'm tired of the products being sold right after opening the door, and I'm used to all kinds of lectures and promotions, CET-4 and CET-6 tutoring classes, the snores, phone calls, and the wind of comparison in the dormitory. Those who care about it have moved away, and they don't care or have no choice. Those who care begin to accept it calmly.

With the changes of the times, the Internet has become the sustenance of people's souls. Everyone's thoughts are becoming more and more diversified and fragmented. Strange and disorganized things such as short texts, pictures and images make our thoughts wander around. Under the surface of the information, students are becoming more and more self-seeking. Their heads have all kinds of strange and colorful shapes, and their clothes are oddly shaped, thinner and thinner. Everyone is working hard to show their greatness and release their unique genes. The library has become a place to prepare for exams. Free reading is a sign of backwardness. Few people know what their real interests are. Bubbles occupy the brain. Without the ability to think independently and without a clear direction, youth is led by unconventional idols, and the earnest words of the previous generation have become another worry for them.

On campus, the old students are slowly regaining their status, and the freshmen are gradually finding their place.

In the classroom on the second floor, the treetops danced gently outside the window, and in the fiery red season of September, the heavy wind blew slowly.

The teacher stood on the podium and glanced at the students below and said,"Take out the materials distributed last week. Has everyone read the poem?"

"Saw it."Several students answered

"What do you feel?"The teacher continued to ask.

No one answered. The teacher looked at the students and asked in a different way:"What type of poem is this? What feelings are expressed?"

"rural"

"Any more?"

"narrative"

"lyrical"

"miss"

"love"

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The watery eyes between the desks sparkled

"Yes, yes, fine, both."teacher

"Today we will analyze this surrealist poem."After speaking, the teacher gently read the poem again.

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《"Garden"/Jacques Prévert (LeJardin/Jacques Prévert1946àParis/Translated by Wei ZhenWillNox)

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Thousands of years after thousands of years

, I have never been satisfied with wanting to say that eternal moment, that moment when you kissed me and

I kissed you, one morning under the winter sun, in the Montsouri Gardens in Paris, in Paris

, in this land where the earth is one. a shining star

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"If a novel is a TV series and we look at the stories in it, then prose is like a movie. Not only does it have a story, but we also need to appreciate the pictures. Poetry can be said to be an exquisite advertisement, with stories and pictures, and we need to understand what is conveyed. Emotions, we need to experience them carefully to achieve resonance

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"There are"garden" and"land" that can be said to be pastoral. The word"want to say" is lyrical. There is"kiss" in the poem. Yes, it is praising love."That eternal moment" is also a nostalgia... …

In poetry, not only do you need to analyze every sentence and every word, but you also need to pay attention to punctuation marks.

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The girls' eyes never left the teacher. The teacher sometimes talked about time... sometimes about the universe... and then about first love... and then back to the tracing of true emotions.

"This poem expresses a kind of love, hazy love, pure love. The author, with some regret, presents the sweetness and preciousness of this love through memories, reminding people that they should cherish it and at the same time long to have it again. Love, but the author knows that he will never get it again. deceiveThe love of the period is unforgettable for a lifetime. First love is like the first stroke on a piece of white paper. No matter what is drawn, it is impressive. As we grow up, there are more and more things on the paper, and then there are more and more things on the paper. Nothing in the painting will be too obvious. Pure love is worth remembering for a lifetime. True emotions have become luxuries in this era. The difference is that luxuries can be bought with money, but true love cannot be bought."

With the development of technology today, people's Bibles have been replaced by mobile phones. Mobile phones are wonderful things. Everyone can become God and worship each other. The booming development of social media and big data have allowed people to walk on a narrow road to Extreme, either seeking the paradise in dreams, or falling into the dark hell. In this complicated world, we are framed in a one-sided small era, walking in the clouds and fog, but not knowing it. Own the truth and express the truth. Emotions are becoming more and more valuable, because not everyone has the ability to see through the clouds. Real things often don’t have much appeal and are often thrown aside.

Everyone has had such a garden in their hearts, but in In the mist, her beauty disappeared before most people could see it clearly, and only vague memories remained. Slowly, gradually, it became clearer and clearer. While talking about the abstract beauty of poetry, the teacher combined it with the beauty in life. Examples, using the standard of beauty to measure them, making the lofty beauty in literature fall into the mortal world, and being around them, making people have the impulse that they can be so beautiful themselves. The ringtone is unknowingly heard almost every time, Uninterested sounds sounded, and the students left reluctantly. Most people who like literature are easily driven by emotions. Real emotions sometimes make them abandon worldly rules of conduct. In the eyes of some people, this may be an impulse or even Stupidity, no matter what it is, requires courage.

There is a kind of emotion conveyed in the eyes, some are suppressed, some are not...

The teacher wiped the blackboard clean and patted the dust on his hands gently, and finished packing the materials on the desk. , carrying the bag to the nearby toilet to wash hands, and then leaving......