584 Line skills
Quietly, just like this quietly, as if the naked eye can see the quiet breath ripples in the classroom, and a similar trajectory deep in my heart..
Henry slowly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes lowered his gaze, looking intently at a focus on the ground. His clear and bright eyes seemed to be lost in his own deep thoughts, but after searching carefully, he found that The focus is fading, as if deep in the eyes, a skyscraper is slowly falling apart and turning into powder. The whole process has been slowed down a hundred times, and even the flight trajectory of a dust particle is clearly visible. The majestic , that kind of magnificence, that kind of destruction, has an unreasonable beauty.
Then he raised his head, and the scattered focus was gathered again little by little. It was like going back in time, and the collapsing building returned to its original state. The eyes that were on the students gathered again one after another, falling. In the depths of his pupils, that hazy feeling returned to clarity again, but hidden deep in the clarity, there was an indescribable sadness, not sharp, but heavy enough..
“When I walked through the corridor and you were in the classroom..." Without warning, Henry started to say, but then stopped without warning, as if for a moment, he fell into his own thoughts, that The steady voice was slow and slow, with a short hoarse sound between words. The corners of his mouth even raised slightly, but the smile still couldn't erase the sadness and some mockery that was integrated into his blood. , some sneered, some helpless, "How many of you...have ever felt the weight pressing on your chest?？”
Henry raised his left hand and gestured to the position of his chest. He did not press it down. There was still a gap in the middle, but this small gap seemed to be as heavy as a thousand stones. He pressed his chest tightly, making him gasp for breath. But come here. The tight fingertips are trembling slightly. The slender fingers and the back of the generous hand are almost transparent and pale. You can see the ferocious but weak blood vessels snaking around..
A simple sentence, but it makes people's nose start to feel sore inexplicably.
Half a second, one second. After a moment of pause, Henry raised his left hand, "I have felt it.".”
Those short words have the power of thunder, like a huge stone sinking to the bottom of the sea. The water does not seem to make much splash, but the weight accumulates pressure bit by bit, pressing down firmly..
Someone raised his right hand. The first one, the second one... the fifth one, the sixth one... Gradually, more and more arms were raised until everyone had completed the action of raising their hands..
The slightly raised corners of his mouth were further outlined, and the lowered eyelids revealed a hint of joking. He snorted lightly, seeming to be mocking himself, and also seeming to be teasing, "Everyone?" Then the smile fell on his eyes and quickly dissipated. , turned into deep sadness, and the loneliness fainted, like a dark blue pool, cold and calm, but bottomless.
One word, two words, collided between Henry's lips and teeth, but they had an indescribable charm, and the abundant emotions curled up behind the restrained final sounds..
“Edgar Allan Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago." Henry put down his left hand and returned to the topic again. The topic of today's class. He leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer hold on. After going down, I could only sit on the podium, relying on the weight that almost crushed my shoulders. Then I picked up the poetry collection on the podium and waved it casually to the students, indicating: This is the poetry collection of Edgar Allan Poe..
Then he lowered his head, carefully touched the cover of the poetry collection with the fingertips of his left hand, and carefully felt the texture of the book. It seemed that following this texture could be traced back to the poet's thoughts, and said softly, "As we go along, we can discover , the House of Usher is not only an old, decaying, under-renovation castle, but also reflects the desolation of the world..”
The aftertaste is lingering and meaningful..
Raising his head again, his eyes fell on the young faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color had gradually faded away, but what was hidden inside was daze and confusion. He fell into deep thought as he stared blankly, and his eyes began to Out of focus, the panic and fear hidden deep in the eyes still cannot arouse changes in expressions, as if shrouded behind a hazy halo, forming an endless sea of suffering..
Her eyes finally fell on the empty seat at the back right. That was the seat that belonged to Meredith, with a red plastic chair back. She always raised her head expectantly and eagerly, focusing on his class, answering every question. Answer proactively and then show a shy but bright smile.
The day she asked for help flashed through her mind, "I can't hold on anymore," she said. So, she gave up..
The pupils flickered slightly, and Henry lowered his eyes. His calm face was like an empty valley, desolate, lonely, and lifeless. The sparse sunlight fell down, the wind howled by, and a colorful rainbow was outlined on the sky after the rain. The light is quiet and distant, but it makes the eyes start to turn red inexplicably, which is hard to describe..
“In that autumn, on a long, boring, gray and silent day, heavy clouds hung low in the sky..." Henry recited softly, and the wonderful syllables followed the moving rhythm, as if flying between the staffs. The musical notes compose a melodious flute sound, circling in the silence. Every word is so clear, every word is so profound, tapping lightly and profoundly under the eardrum, bang, bang bang , stirring up slight waves in the lake of heart.
“I rode alone through this gloomy and exotic countryside. Finally, when night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House opened before my eyes..”
The clear voice was without any sadness or heaviness, lingering in the heart like curling smoke. A majestic picture unfolded in Henry's voice, and the vast and dilapidated scene appeared in his mind involuntarily. , as if riding a horse forward, strolling on the edge of the damp marsh, the desolate and decadent outline of the House of Usher gradually emerged from behind the mist.
His eyes couldn't help but fall on Henry. In his right hand, he held a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's poems, but he didn't open it. His left hand was supported on the podium. The clear look between his eyebrows was tainted with the unruly and sadness of a poet. Like the mist in the mountains. The bumps that have gone through vicissitudes of life, the loneliness that has been weathered, the loneliness, the grief-stricken confusion... It is like poetry, painting, and song, which makes people can't help but calm down and quietly, Seriously, religiously, intently, watching the destruction of the world.
“I have never seen what it looked like in the past, but with just a glimpse, some unbearable gloom permeated my heart.“
People often cannot understand the beauty and movingness of poetry. The use of words, the brewing of artistic conception, and the foreshadowing of profound meanings. The words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but they are also full of philosophical thinking and artistic modification, which makes people confused. However, the poetry came out from the collision between Henry's lips and teeth. It was so vivid and vivid that one could truly feel the coldness and melancholy hidden deep in the lines of the poetry. It was as if one could see the evil through the eyes of Edgar Allan Poe. The collapse of Shefu.
”I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion, the walls were deserted, and the decaying trees were covered in white. My soul was speechless, and my heart was cooling and sinking, showing a weak and sick state..”
Henry's voice paused slightly, and he looked at the classroom in front of him quietly, letting the remaining lingering smoke curl up in the air. His deep eyes were calm, like the London winter that was permeated with moisture and coldness, layer upon layer. The gloom and sadness slowly settled down, and then, the handsome and slender eyebrows stretched, and a faint glimmer of light penetrated the narrow eyes. The expression remained unchanged, but the mood gradually gained a firm footing and gradually changed. Gotta be firm.
Sadness remains; hope grows.
That glimmer of light seems to be swallowed up by the darkness at any time, and it is struggling to free itself. The darkness in all directions is ferocious and twisted, but it still cannot completely annihilate the existence of the glimmer of light. The bottomless eyes are like a vast ocean, and like a vast ocean The sky, the light of hope, weak but firm.
The focus of his vision gradually became distant, farther and farther, and in a daze, the entire classroom began to become bigger and bigger, and finally covered the entire world..
“Card！”
Tony's voice broke the silence of the crew, but this time it failed to lift the seal on the set, and the silent silence still spread..
Including Tony himself, everyone in the crew looked at Renly carefully, slowly ruminating on their own thoughts. That gentle and tough performance had a powerful force, like a calm wave, It seems soft, but it is enough to destroy everything. There are no ups and downs, no stormy waves, and even no trace of performance. However, it expresses the complicated and profound emotions vividly and bursts out with colorful chemical reactions..
A collection of poems, from Allen Poe's Gothic poetry collection, is difficult to understand, obscure and profound, but it throws a heavy weight on everyone's mind, setting off wave after wave of emotional frenzy, making people unable to extricate themselves. .The power of poetry and the energy of art are clearly and directly conveyed to the depths of the soul of every audience at this moment..
Relying only on lines, eyes, and rhythm, the profound meaning behind the story is brought to its peak. In understatement, the vicissitudes of life are revealed in a firm and shocking manner, revealing infinite possibilities. It also showed infinite meaning, leaving an unknown future and becoming a topic for the audience to think about.，
This scene is even more difficult than the original bus scene, with more complex emotions and simpler performances; but the shock brought by Renly is more intense, the reflection is more profound, and the aftertaste is more lasting..
Performance, this is the real performance. The so-called peak performance is probably about this state..
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