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Quietly, so quietly, as if the naked eye can see that quiet breath ripples in the classroom, and a similar trajectory is rippled deep in my heart.
Henry opened his sight slowly, his deep eyes drooping down, watching a focal point on the ground intently, his clear and bright eyes seemed to be caught in his own deep thoughts, but he searched carefully, only to find The focal point is fainting, as if deep in the bottom of the eye, a skyscraper is slowly disintegrating and turning into dust. The whole process is slowed down a hundred times, and even the trajectory of a dust flying is clearly visible, that kind of magnificence , That kind of magnificence, that kind of destruction, with a kind of unreasonable beauty.
Then he raised his head, and the scattered focus regrouped a little bit again, as if time was going backwards. The collapsed building returned to its original shape again, and the sights that stayed on the students gathered again one after another, and fell. In the depths of his pupils. That kind of hazy ambiguity restored Qingming again, but hidden in the depths of Qingming, it was a sorrow that was too thick to dissolve, not sharp, but heavy enough.
"When I walked through the corridor, you were in the classroom..." Henry spoke without warning, but stopped without warning, it seemed that for an instant, he fell into his own contemplation. The calm voice is not sloppy, a short hoarse sound drags between words and words, and the corners of his mouth even rise slightly, but that smile still can't erase the sadness that melts into the blood, some Taunted, somewhat sneered, and somewhat helpless, "How many of you... ever felt the weight pressed against your chest?"
Henry raised his left hand and gestured for the position of his chest. It did not press it down. There was still a distance in the middle. But this little gap, as if it were too heavy, pressed his chest firmly, even breathing. But come. The tight fingertips were trembling slightly, the slender fingers and the thick back of the hand were almost transparent and pale, and the hideous but weak blood vessels could be seen winding.
A simple sentence makes the nose sour inexplicably.
Half a second, one second. After a pause, Henry raised his left hand, "I felt it."
The short words have thunderous power, like a boulder sinking into the sea, the water doesn't seem to splash much, but the weight accumulates the pressure bit by bit, and presses down firmly.
Someone raised his right hand. The first, the second... the fifth, the sixth... Gradually, more and more arms were raised, until everyone had completed the action of raising their hands.
The slightly raised corners of the mouth were further outlined, and the drooping eyelids leaked a trace of joking, and lightly snorted, seeming to laugh at oneself, and seem to be teasing, "Everyone?" Then the smile fell on the bottom of the eyes and quickly disappeared. , Turned into a deep sorrow, the lonely loneliness fainted, like a deep blue pool, cold and calm, but bottomless.
A vocabulary, two vocabulary, collided between Henry's lips and teeth, but they had an indescribable charm. The abundant emotions curled up after the convergent ending.
"Allen Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago." Henry put down his left hand and returned to the subject again. The subject of today's class, he leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer be reached. Persevering, I could only sit on the podium, relying on the weight that almost crushed my shoulders, and then picked up the collection of poems on the podium, waved to the students casually, indicating: This is Poe's collection of poems.
Then he lowered his head and stroked the cover of the book of poems with the fingertips of his left hand, carefully feeling the lines of the books. It seems that the lines can be traced back to the poet's thoughts, and he whispered, "With reading, we can It was discovered that House of Usher is not only an old, decaying, and renovating castle, but also reflects the bleakness of the emergence."
The after-rhyme is curvy and meaningful.
Lifting his head again, his eyes fell on the immature faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color has gradually faded, but what is hidden in it is dazed and confused, and he fell into contemplation with a daze. Out of focus, the panic and fear hidden deep in the eyes still can't arouse changes in expression, as if shrouded in a hazy halo, connected into an endless sea of bitterness.
The line of sight finally fell on the empty space at the rear right. That belongs to Meredith's position, the red plastic chair back, she always looked up expectantly and eagerly, focusing on his class, actively answering every question, and then showing a shy and bright smile. .
Her request for help that day suddenly flashed in her mind, "I can't hold on," she said. So she gave up.
His pupils flickered slightly, Henry lowered his eyes, his calm face was like an empty valley, deserted and lonely, lifeless, sparse sunlight fell, the sound of the wind whistled, and a colorful rainbow was outlined on the sky after the rain. The light, quiet and long-distance, but inexplicably makes the eye sockets start to flush, it is indescribable.
"In that autumn, during a boring, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky..." Henry recited softly, the wonderful syllable stepped on the moving rhythm, as if between the staff The flying musical notes compose a melodious flute sound, circling around in the silence, every word is so clear, every word is so deep, lightly and deeply beat under the eardrum, Bang, Bang Bang, a slight wave agitated in the lake of mind.
"I rode my horse forward alone, through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally, when night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."
The clear voice is without any sadness or heaviness, like a smoky blue smoke lingering in the heart, a majestic picture scroll is laid out in Henry's voice, and the ruined and ruined scene involuntarily surfaced in his mind. , As if riding a horse, strolling along the edge of the damp marsh, the barren and decadent outline of Usher House gradually emerged from behind the mist.
He couldn't help but fell on Henry's body. He held Poe's poems in his right hand, but did not open it, and his left hand was supported on the podium. The Qingjun between his eyebrows was stained with poetic unruly and sadness. Like the mist in the mountains. The vicissitudes of life through the bumps, the weather-beaten loneliness, the lonely loneliness, the grief-stricken vacancy...Poems, pictures, and songs, people can’t help but calm down, quietly, seriously, and sincerely, Intently, watching the destruction of the world.
"I have never witnessed its past appearance, but just by just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom has penetrated my heart."
The beauty and moving of poetry are often incomprehensible. The use of those words, the brewing of the artistic conception, the deepening of the meaning, the words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but they are full of philosophical thinking and artistic modification, which makes people feel foggy. in. However, the poems agitated from the collision between Henry’s lips and teeth, so vivid and vivid, people really feel the coldness and melancholy hidden in the depths of the lines in the poems, as if seeing the House of Usher through the eyes of Allan Poe Collapsed.
"I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion. The walls were barren and the decayed trees were white all over. 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 residual rhyme be smoky in the air, his deep eyes were calm, like a damp and cold London winter, layered on top of each other. Her gloom and sadness slowly settled, and then, Ying's long and slender eyebrows stretched out, a faint gleam of light penetrated into her narrow eyes, her expression remained unchanged, but her emotions gradually gained a firm foothold and gradually changed. Be firm.
Sorrow, still; hope, breeding.
That gleam of light seemed to be swallowed by darkness at any time, and was struggling to get out of it. The darkness in all directions was ferocious and distorted, but it could not completely annihilate the existence of the gleam. The bottomless eyes are like the vast ocean, and like the vast sky~www.novelhall.com~ The light of hope, faint but firm.
The focus of the line of sight gradually became farther, farther and farther, farther and farther, in a trance, the whole classroom also began to grow bigger and bigger, and finally covered the whole world.
"card!"
Tony's voice broke the silence and silence of the crew, but this time it failed to lift the seal of the set, and the silent silence still spread.
Including Tony himself, everyone on the crew watched Lan Li carefully, slowly recalling their own thoughts. The gentle and tough performance has a powerful force, like a calm wave. It seems soft, but it is enough to destroy everything. There are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, or even performance traces, but it speaks of the mixed and deep emotions. Incisively and vividly, a brilliant and colorful chemical reaction burst out.
A **** poem, from Allan Poe’s collection of Gothic poems, is profound and incomprehensible, obscure and profound, but it throws a heavy weight in everyone’s mind, setting off a wave of emotional frenzy, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. . The power of poetry and the energy of art are clearly and directly transmitted to the depths of the soul of every audience at this moment.
Relying on lines, eyes, and rhythm alone brought the deep meaning behind the story to the pinnacle. In an understatement, it showed the changes in the vicissitudes of life in a firm and awe-inspiring posture, revealing infinite possibilities. It also showed infinite meaning and left an unknown future, which became the subject of the audience’s thinking.
This scene is even more difficult than the original bus scene, with more complex emotions and more concise performance; but the shock brought by Lan Li is more turbulent, the reflection is more profound, and the aftermath is more distant.
Performance, this is the real performance. The so-called peak of performance probably describes this state.
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Quietly, so quietly, as if the naked eye can see that quiet breath ripples in the classroom, and a similar trajectory is rippled deep in my heart.
Henry opened his sight slowly, his deep eyes drooping down, watching a focal point on the ground intently, his clear and bright eyes seemed to be caught in his own deep thoughts, but he searched carefully, only to find The focal point is fainting, as if deep in the bottom of the eye, a skyscraper is slowly disintegrating and turning into dust. The whole process is slowed down a hundred times, and even the trajectory of a dust flying is clearly visible, that kind of magnificence , That kind of magnificence, that kind of destruction, with a kind of unreasonable beauty.
Then he raised his head, and the scattered focus regrouped a little bit again, as if time was going backwards. The collapsed building returned to its original shape again, and the sights that stayed on the students gathered again one after another, and fell. In the depths of his pupils. That kind of hazy ambiguity restored Qingming again, but hidden in the depths of Qingming, it was a sorrow that was too thick to dissolve, not sharp, but heavy enough.
"When I walked through the corridor, you were in the classroom..." Henry spoke without warning, but stopped without warning, it seemed that for an instant, he fell into his own contemplation. The calm voice is not sloppy, a short hoarse sound drags between words and words, and the corners of his mouth even rise slightly, but that smile still can't erase the sadness that melts into the blood, some Taunted, somewhat sneered, and somewhat helpless, "How many of you... ever felt the weight pressed against your chest?"
Henry raised his left hand and gestured for the position of his chest. It did not press it down. There was still a distance in the middle. But this little gap, as if it were too heavy, pressed his chest firmly, even breathing. But come. The tight fingertips were trembling slightly, the slender fingers and the thick back of the hand were almost transparent and pale, and the hideous but weak blood vessels could be seen winding.
A simple sentence makes the nose sour inexplicably.
Half a second, one second. After a pause, Henry raised his left hand, "I felt it."
The short words have thunderous power, like a boulder sinking into the sea, the water doesn't seem to splash much, but the weight accumulates the pressure bit by bit, and presses down firmly.
Someone raised his right hand. The first, the second... the fifth, the sixth... Gradually, more and more arms were raised, until everyone had completed the action of raising their hands.
The slightly raised corners of the mouth were further outlined, and the drooping eyelids leaked a trace of joking, and lightly snorted, seeming to laugh at oneself, and seem to be teasing, "Everyone?" Then the smile fell on the bottom of the eyes and quickly disappeared. , Turned into a deep sorrow, the lonely loneliness fainted, like a deep blue pool, cold and calm, but bottomless.
A vocabulary, two vocabulary, collided between Henry's lips and teeth, but they had an indescribable charm. The abundant emotions curled up after the convergent ending.
"Allen Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago." Henry put down his left hand and returned to the subject again. The subject of today's class, he leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer be reached. Persevering, I could only sit on the podium, relying on the weight that almost crushed my shoulders, and then picked up the collection of poems on the podium, waved to the students casually, indicating: This is Poe's collection of poems.
Then he lowered his head and stroked the cover of the book of poems with the fingertips of his left hand, carefully feeling the lines of the books. It seems that the lines can be traced back to the poet's thoughts, and he whispered, "With reading, we can It was discovered that House of Usher is not only an old, decaying, and renovating castle, but also reflects the bleakness of the emergence."
The after-rhyme is curvy and meaningful.
Lifting his head again, his eyes fell on the immature faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color has gradually faded, but what is hidden in it is dazed and confused, and he fell into contemplation with a daze. Out of focus, the panic and fear hidden deep in the eyes still can't arouse changes in expression, as if shrouded in a hazy halo, connected into an endless sea of bitterness.
The line of sight finally fell on the empty space at the rear right. That belongs to Meredith's position, the red plastic chair back, she always looked up expectantly and eagerly, focusing on his class, actively answering every question, and then showing a shy and bright smile. .
Her request for help that day suddenly flashed in her mind, "I can't hold on," she said. So she gave up.
His pupils flickered slightly, Henry lowered his eyes, his calm face was like an empty valley, deserted and lonely, lifeless, sparse sunlight fell, the sound of the wind whistled, and a colorful rainbow was outlined on the sky after the rain. The light, quiet and long-distance, but inexplicably makes the eye sockets start to flush, it is indescribable.
"In that autumn, during a boring, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky..." Henry recited softly, the wonderful syllable stepped on the moving rhythm, as if between the staff The flying musical notes compose a melodious flute sound, circling around in the silence, every word is so clear, every word is so deep, lightly and deeply beat under the eardrum, Bang, Bang Bang, a slight wave agitated in the lake of mind.
"I rode my horse forward alone, through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally, when night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."
The clear voice is without any sadness or heaviness, like a smoky blue smoke lingering in the heart, a majestic picture scroll is laid out in Henry's voice, and the ruined and ruined scene involuntarily surfaced in his mind. , As if riding a horse, strolling along the edge of the damp marsh, the barren and decadent outline of Usher House gradually emerged from behind the mist.
He couldn't help but fell on Henry's body. He held Poe's poems in his right hand, but did not open it, and his left hand was supported on the podium. The Qingjun between his eyebrows was stained with poetic unruly and sadness. Like the mist in the mountains. The vicissitudes of life through the bumps, the weather-beaten loneliness, the lonely loneliness, the grief-stricken vacancy...Poems, pictures, and songs, people can’t help but calm down, quietly, seriously, and sincerely, Intently, watching the destruction of the world.
"I have never witnessed its past appearance, but just by just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom has penetrated my heart."
The beauty and moving of poetry are often incomprehensible. The use of those words, the brewing of the artistic conception, the deepening of the meaning, the words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but they are full of philosophical thinking and artistic modification, which makes people feel foggy. in. However, the poems agitated from the collision between Henry’s lips and teeth, so vivid and vivid, people really feel the coldness and melancholy hidden in the depths of the lines in the poems, as if seeing the House of Usher through the eyes of Allan Poe Collapsed.
"I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion. The walls were barren and the decayed trees were white all over. 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 residual rhyme be smoky in the air, his deep eyes were calm, like a damp and cold London winter, layered on top of each other. Her gloom and sadness slowly settled, and then, Ying's long and slender eyebrows stretched out, a faint gleam of light penetrated into her narrow eyes, her expression remained unchanged, but her emotions gradually gained a firm foothold and gradually changed. Be firm.
Sorrow, still; hope, breeding.
That gleam of light seemed to be swallowed by darkness at any time, and was struggling to get out of it. The darkness in all directions was ferocious and distorted, but it could not completely annihilate the existence of the gleam. The bottomless eyes are like the vast ocean, and like the vast sky~www.novelhall.com~ The light of hope, faint but firm.
The focus of the line of sight gradually became farther, farther and farther, farther and farther, in a trance, the whole classroom also began to grow bigger and bigger, and finally covered the whole world.
"card!"
Tony's voice broke the silence and silence of the crew, but this time it failed to lift the seal of the set, and the silent silence still spread.
Including Tony himself, everyone on the crew watched Lan Li carefully, slowly recalling their own thoughts. The gentle and tough performance has a powerful force, like a calm wave. It seems soft, but it is enough to destroy everything. There are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, or even performance traces, but it speaks of the mixed and deep emotions. Incisively and vividly, a brilliant and colorful chemical reaction burst out.
A **** poem, from Allan Poe’s collection of Gothic poems, is profound and incomprehensible, obscure and profound, but it throws a heavy weight in everyone’s mind, setting off a wave of emotional frenzy, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. . The power of poetry and the energy of art are clearly and directly transmitted to the depths of the soul of every audience at this moment.
Relying on lines, eyes, and rhythm alone brought the deep meaning behind the story to the pinnacle. In an understatement, it showed the changes in the vicissitudes of life in a firm and awe-inspiring posture, revealing infinite possibilities. It also showed infinite meaning and left an unknown future, which became the subject of the audience’s thinking.
This scene is even more difficult than the original bus scene, with more complex emotions and more concise performance; but the shock brought by Lan Li is more turbulent, the reflection is more profound, and the aftermath is more distant.
Performance, this is the real performance. The so-called peak of performance probably describes this state.
Quietly, so quietly, as if the naked eye can see that quiet breath ripples in the classroom, and a similar trajectory is rippled deep in my heart.Henry opened his sight slowly, his deep eyes drooping down, watching a focal point on the ground intently, his clear and bright eyes seemed to be caught in his own deep thoughts, but he searched carefully, only to find The focal point is fainting, as if deep in the bottom of the eye, a skyscraper is slowly disintegrating and turning into dust. The whole process is slowed down a hundred times, and even the trajectory of a dust flying is clearly visible, that kind of magnificence , That kind of magnificence, that kind of destruction, with a kind of unreasonable beauty.Then he raised his head, and the scattered focus regrouped a little bit again, as if time was going backwards. The collapsed building returned to its original shape again, and the sights that stayed on the students gathered again one after another, and fell. In the depths of his pupils. That kind of hazy ambiguity restored Qingming again, but hidden in the depths of Qingming, it was a sorrow that was too thick to dissolve, not sharp, but heavy enough."When I walked through the corridor, you were in the classroom..." Henry spoke without warning, but stopped without warning, it seemed that for an instant, he fell into his own contemplation. The calm voice is not sloppy, a short hoarse sound drags between words and words, and the corners of his mouth even rise slightly, but that smile still can't erase the sadness that melts into the blood, some Taunted, somewhat sneered, and somewhat helpless, "How many of you... ever felt the weight pressed against your chest?"Henry raised his left hand and gestured for the position of his chest. It did not press it down. There was still a distance in the middle. But this little gap, as if it were too heavy, pressed his chest firmly, even breathing. But come. The tight fingertips were trembling slightly, the slender fingers and the thick back of the hand were almost transparent and pale, and the hideous but weak blood vessels could be seen winding.A simple sentence makes the nose sour inexplicably.Half a second, one second. After a pause, Henry raised his left hand, "I felt it."The short words have thunderous power, like a boulder sinking into the sea, the water doesn't seem to splash much, but the weight accumulates the pressure bit by bit, and presses down firmly.Someone raised his right hand. The first, the second... the fifth, the sixth... Gradually, more and more arms were raised, until everyone had completed the action of raising their hands.The slightly raised corners of the mouth were further outlined, and the drooping eyelids leaked a trace of joking, and lightly snorted, seeming to laugh at oneself, and seem to be teasing, "Everyone?" Then the smile fell on the bottom of the eyes and quickly disappeared. , Turned into a deep sorrow, the lonely loneliness fainted, like a deep blue pool, cold and calm, but bottomless.A vocabulary, two vocabulary, collided between Henry's lips and teeth, but they had an indescribable charm. The abundant emotions curled up after the convergent ending."Allen Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago." Henry put down his left hand and returned to the subject again. The subject of today's class, he leaned back, as if the weight of his body could no longer be reached. Persevering, I could only sit on the podium, relying on the weight that almost crushed my shoulders, and then picked up the collection of poems on the podium, waved to the students casually, indicating: This is Poe's collection of poems.Then he lowered his head and stroked the cover of the book of poems with the fingertips of his left hand, carefully feeling the lines of the books. It seems that the lines can be traced back to the poet's thoughts, and he whispered, "With reading, we can It was discovered that House of Usher is not only an old, decaying, and renovating castle, but also reflects the bleakness of the emergence."The after-rhyme is curvy and meaningful.Lifting his head again, his eyes fell on the immature faces in front of him: the numb and stiff cold color has gradually faded, but what is hidden in it is dazed and confused, and he fell into contemplation with a daze. Out of focus, the panic and fear hidden deep in the eyes still can't arouse changes in expression, as if shrouded in a hazy halo, connected into an endless sea of bitterness.The line of sight finally fell on the empty space at the rear right. That belongs to Meredith's position, the red plastic chair back, she always looked up expectantly and eagerly, focusing on his class, actively answering every question, and then showing a shy and bright smile. .Her request for help that day suddenly flashed in her mind, "I can't hold on," she said. So she gave up.His pupils flickered slightly, Henry lowered his eyes, his calm face was like an empty valley, deserted and lonely, lifeless, sparse sunlight fell, the sound of the wind whistled, and a colorful rainbow was outlined on the sky after the rain. The light, quiet and long-distance, but inexplicably makes the eye sockets start to flush, it is indescribable."In that autumn, during a boring, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky..." Henry recited softly, the wonderful syllable stepped on the moving rhythm, as if between the staff The flying musical notes compose a melodious flute sound, circling around in the silence, every word is so clear, every word is so deep, lightly and deeply beat under the eardrum, Bang, Bang Bang, a slight wave agitated in the lake of mind."I rode my horse forward alone, through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally, when night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."The clear voice is without any sadness or heaviness, like a smoky blue smoke lingering in the heart, a majestic picture scroll is laid out in Henry's voice, and the ruined and ruined scene involuntarily surfaced in his mind. , As if riding a horse, strolling along the edge of the damp marsh, the barren and decadent outline of Usher House gradually emerged from behind the mist.He couldn't help but fell on Henry's body. He held Poe's poems in his right hand, but did not open it, and his left hand was supported on the podium. The Qingjun between his eyebrows was stained with poetic unruly and sadness. Like the mist in the mountains. The vicissitudes of life through the bumps, the weather-beaten loneliness, the lonely loneliness, the grief-stricken vacancy...Poems, pictures, and songs, people can't help but calm down, quietly, seriously, and sincerely, Intently, watching the destruction of the world."I have never witnessed its past appearance, but just by just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom has penetrated my heart."The beauty and moving of poetry are often incomprehensible. The use of those words, the brewing of the artistic conception, the deepening of the meaning, the words and sentences are often gorgeous and beautiful, but they are full of philosophical thinking and artistic modification, which makes people feel foggy. in. However, the poems agitated from the collision between Henry's lips and teeth, so vivid and vivid, people really feel the coldness and melancholy hidden in the depths of the lines in the poems, as if seeing the House of Usher through the eyes of Allan Poe Collapsed."I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion. The walls were barren and the decayed trees were white all over. 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 residual rhyme be smoky in the air, his deep eyes were calm, like a damp and cold London winter, layered on top of each other. Her gloom and sadness slowly settled, and then, Ying's long and slender eyebrows stretched out, a faint gleam of light penetrated into her narrow eyes, her expression remained unchanged, but her emotions gradually gained a firm foothold and gradually changed. Be firm.Sorrow, still; hope, breeding.That gleam of light seemed to be swallowed by darkness at any time, and was struggling to get out of it. The darkness in all directions was ferocious and distorted, but it could not completely annihilate the existence of the gleam. The bottomless eyes are like the vast ocean, and like the vast sky~www.novelhall.com~ The light of hope, faint but firm.The focus of the line of sight gradually became farther, farther and farther, farther and farther, in a trance, the whole classroom also began to grow bigger and bigger, and finally covered the whole world."card!"Tony's voice broke the silence and silence of the crew, but this time it failed to lift the seal of the set, and the silent silence still spread.Including Tony himself, everyone on the crew watched Lan Li carefully, slowly recalling their own thoughts. The gentle and tough performance has a powerful force, like a calm wave. It seems soft, but it is enough to destroy everything. There are no big ups and downs, no stormy waves, or even performance traces, but it speaks of the mixed and deep emotions. Incisively and vividly, a brilliant and colorful chemical reaction burst out.A **** poem, from Allan Poe's collection of Gothic poems, is profound and incomprehensible, obscure and profound, but it throws a heavy weight in everyone's mind, setting off a wave of emotional frenzy, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. . The power of poetry and the energy of art are clearly and directly transmitted to the depths of the soul of every audience at this moment.Relying on lines, eyes, and rhythm alone brought the deep meaning behind the story to the pinnacle. In an understatement, it showed the changes in the vicissitudes of life in a firm and awe-inspiring posture, revealing infinite possibilities. It also showed infinite meaning and left an unknown future, which became the subject of the audience's thinking.This scene is even more difficult than the original bus scene, with more complex emotions and more concise performance; but the shock brought by Lan Li is more turbulent, the reflection is more profound, and the aftermath is more distant.Performance, this is the real performance. The so-called peak of performance probably describes this state.
