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Maidens are advised to cherish the time and pick your buds in time. Old times never return, and the flowers that are still smiling today will wither in the wind tomorrow. Today in the first lesson to new students is to let students read this poem aloud, after reading aloud, today asked in time to pick your buds why the author wrote these lines? Then he asked himself, because we are all food for maggots. Believe it or not, everyone here will eventually stop breathing, get cold, and die. Then he asked the students to look closely at the elite who graduated from this school on the Wall of Honor and said, "They're not so different from you, are they?

The same haircut, dynamic, ambitious, just like you, they believe the world is in their hands, they believe they can achieve great things, they have hope in their eyes, just like you. But the young people of your day have become the City Under Flowers, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the advice they leave you with. The students looked at each other, wondering what the hell this teacher, who called himself the captain, was up to. And at that moment gt lowered his voice and said, live in the moment, kids, and make your life extraordinary. This was the first lesson taught by the new literature teacher listening. The students' reactions varied from those who thought it was special, to those who thought it was a trick, to those who were concerned about whether the lesson would be the content of an exam.

These were the students of Wilton Preparatory Academy. It is a boys-only school, known for its sophisticated and rigorous teaching style and high promotion rates. Parents send their children to this school to get them into top schools, and the teachers here are rigorous in teaching their students the secrets of getting good grades. Except for one teacher, who just transferred to this school, Kijang. In the second class of the day, he asked Neal to read a preface written by a doctor for a poetry appreciation textbook. To fully understand poetry, one must understand its meter, rhyme and rhetorical devices. The preface provides a so-called professional telecommunications approach to appreciating poetry and says that if the reader follows this approach to analysis and evaluation, the poetry will slowly improve, and the appreciation and understanding of poetry will grow. When Neil finished reading today and smiled and said bullshit, this is what I have to say about this method. We're not plumbing, we're talking about poetry.

Then listen and let the students tear up those sequences, these students can be good kids, at least on the surface, they think the teacher is joking, who dares to be a textbook in the classroom ah. But there are always bold students who take the lead he tore down that page, so other students have followed suit, and today bring the trash can, saying that this is a war, the victims may be your minds and souls. Now you have to learn to think for yourselves, you have to learn to appreciate words and language. No matter what anyone says, words and language do change the world. Then, today, let the students lean together and say, I have a secret to tell you, we read and write poetry, not because it is fun, but because we are human, we are passionate, medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, enough to sustain a person for a lifetime.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we live for. Whitman once said that the questions of self and life keep coming up, and that there is a constant stream of faithless people. What is the point of living in a city full of ignorance? The answer is poetry. What is your poetry? What about yours? The head teacher overheard today's encouragement of the students' poetry and books and said to today privately that it was risky for you to encourage them to become artists, and that they would hate you when they realized they were not Shakespeare or Mozart. Once I heard that I wasn't making them artists, I was making them freethinkers and teaching directors, but thought freethinking wasn't what these kids needed.

The students were curious about this new teacher and sought information from the library. Today, he graduated from this school, participated in the compilation of the school history, later entered Cambridge University, and was mild-mannered and fanciful. The students, members of the Death Poetry Club club, took the information to the machine hall and asked him what the Death Poetry Club was, and today said it was a group they organized themselves to discuss poetry freely in a cave. Why did the discussion of poetry run to a cave? The students' curiosity grew. Neil said he knew about the cave and he was going to check it out at night. At night, while it was dark, a star of seven people ran toward the cave. Then they read in style from the machine hall collection of poetry, the opening words of which were the lines from Thoreau's Walden Lake I step into the jungle because I I want to live a meaningful life, I want to live a profound life, to draw out all the essence of life, to crush everything that is not life, lest when my life ends, I realize I never lived.

After reading the opening chapter, they were briefly silent, and then the group told horror stories, watched naked women personify, and sang raps, all of which were explicitly forbidden by the school. In today's class, compared to other teachers who don't smile, he often jokes about celebrities, and imitates Marlon, Brando flirting with Shakespeare. Then I said do not look at the other, rice and rice people see. Not only that, he even climbed up on the podium and told the students to always remind themselves that they must look at things differently. He encouraged the students to try the same, once you think you know something, you have to look at it differently, it may seem absurd or silly, but you have to try it. In the same way, when you read a book don't just think about how the author sees it, think about you and how you see it.

You must try to find your own voice, because the later you start looking, the less likely you are to find it. Thoreau said that most people live in quiet desperation; don't fall into that. Flush it out, listen to it after class that is, and have each person write a poem of their own to be read aloud in the next class. In the student dormitory, the introverted and shy Anderson racked his brains writing gt streams of after-class work. Neil rushes in and excitedly tells Anderson that he has found what he wants, there is an open play being cast, Neil jumps up and down happily and says he must participate, but Anderson reminds Neil that your father will not approve of you going to the play. But Neil still went to the play and got the lead role in the play, and he excitedly wrote to his father to ask his permission. It's time for today's class again, and today Anderson is named to read a poem he wrote on stage. Anderson has low self-esteem and always feels that he will be laughed at for his ideas. He lies and says he has no blood, but today she is asked to come up on stage and do a wild rant.

Anderson walks up to the podium with sparse laughter, and today Anderson is asked to say the first idea that pops into his head, even if it is ridiculous, and told to ignore the laughter below and close his eyes and say what he wants to say. Today's lesson rarely took place in the classroom, and at every opportunity he pulled the students out, to plant a seed in their hearts through practical action. All of this was seen by the principal. He had the students take a walk, and as they walked, three students became in step with the beat, both hearing that everyone started out with their own pace, their own rhythm, which illustrates the difficulty of holding on to a different faith. You think you could have walked differently, so why did you just clap your hands? Yes, I, we all have a need to be accepted, but you must insist that your beliefs are unique and your own, even if others think they're weird or annoying, even if a group of people say that's too bad. Two roads diverged in the woods and I chose to take the one with fewer people, which made all the difference. Now I want you to find your own path too, find your own pace, step, any direction, anything, whether it's getting rich, stupid, whatever.

Babies and others started their Dead Poets Society, where they sat around doing what the school forbade them to do. Charlie writes an anonymous letter to the school asking it to accept girls, but soon the principal says at a school-wide meeting that he'll find out who wrote it. Charlie took it upon himself to stand up and also took the phone and told the principal that God had called you. He said there should be girls at Wilton High School. The price for flirting with the principal in public was that Charlie was boarded in the principal's office, and the principal told him to account for the other members of the Dead Poets Society and apologize at school. The principal then approached Machine Hall to talk to him, and he questioned that teaching method of today, saying today that he believed that the root of education was for students to learn to think for themselves. The principal interrupted him and said, send them to college, and we don't need to care about the rest. In the principal's view, schools are factories where students are processed on an assembly line into standard products and sent out. Find Charlie today and tell him not to fool around. A smart person knows when to do what. Being expelled from school is not brave, it's stupid. Today said meaningfully, use more brains in your work. Neil's father rushed to the school after receiving a letter that Neil was going to be in the show, and he was furious that his son had the audacity to disobey his arrangement, which he thought was all g listening to the instigation. The father was adamant that Neil would not be allowed to participate in the performance because it would bring shame to him. Neil said that the performance is going to be performed tonight, and he is the main character, even if the world is destroyed he also want to go, but the father also gave a deadly order, is not allowed. Neil found gt and explained to him the situation he was in. Neil said he also knew that his family was not well off, and his father was trying to arrange his future, but his father never asked him what he wanted in his heart.

The fund asked Neil to tell her father what she really needed and what kind of person she was. But Neil did not talk to his father, he was afraid, all along he was at his father's beck and call, she was more like a slave carrying his wishes, afraid to make a rebellion. Charlie fell in love with a girl, at first he was obsequious, even afraid to call the girl, and then she ran to the girl's school, despite the fact that she was engaged, and read to him in public the poem he had written, and after reading it, he left with a cheer. Perhaps it doesn't matter how it turned out, what matters is that he told the girl he was full of love. Neil attended the performance as scheduled, and on stage, he showed great talent for acting. The show was a success, but Neil's father was not happy, he wanted Neil to transfer to a military school for ten years and then come out as a military doctor, which was Neil's father's lifelong dream. Neil got up and shouted, I'm going to tell you how I feel.

But after seeing the expectation in his mother's eyes and the anger on his father's face, Neil fell silent in despair. Late at night, this desperate teenager chose to say goodbye to this beautiful and cruel world. Neil's father blamed his son's death on the machine hall, and he asked the school to investigate the matter thoroughly. The principal said in the assembly that he would find all the members of the Dead Poets Society. A boy named Cameron went to snitch, saying that Neil's death had something to do with passion, and that they were all victims, that the gt had indoctrinated them into this, and that if people weren't smart, they had to do it his way so they wouldn't be expelled. The students received threats from the principal and signed the paper to report the machine hall. The school eventually expelled the Kijang Hall teacher for inciting the students. The principal stood in literature class today while packing up, and heard the principal ask Cameron to read the preamble that had been torn out by the machine hall to stifle students' free thinking, and then gt left. Anderson couldn't resist standing up, the principal immediately stopped, who dare to speak again will be expelled. Some people choose to cloak themselves in a different path, and some choose to follow the mainstream towards the right path. We are all part of the mediocre human race, and blind obedience is a label we take for granted. Most people live in quiet desperation, and the purpose of education is supposed to give us the ability to think independently. But the person who has the ability to think independently is terrifying, he can change the world or overthrow the regime. Nothing can be more powerful than the power of an unrestrained soul, so the role of education becomes to put chains on the soul, or even to destroy it. Everyone else is like that, and so must you be, you must become like them.

But eventually we all become food for worms. This life is only once, and the fruitfulness is only three meals a day, and sleep is only three feet away. But why are we so busy, leaving our spiritual gardens barren, anxious, depressed, lonely and uninteresting? And where is our poetry? Poetry, beauty, romance, love, that's what should be our whole life. Our life should be wasted on these beautiful things. Once in the dead of night, I we could still remember these ideas that made us cry, but after the fairy tale of reality, we blend into the masses and become tools that can't think. We mechanically run with the torrent, we mistakenly think that this is the direction we want to go, we lose our self, and the terrible thing is that we think we don't have a self in the first place. The world is destined for only a few people to find their voice, because the later you start looking, the less likely you are to find it. You have to try to get up on the table and see everything anew in a different light, even if it seems silly or strange. You have to give yourself the courage to subvert yourself, because if you just look to the distance, it will always be just a distance. Well, that's it for today's commentary, don't forget to follow and forward if you like it, we'll see you next time.