After class, the students discussed Keating enthusiastically. Some thought he was weird, some thought he was different, and some said he was sarcastic.

But when the students returned to the dormitory and sat in front of the table, they all wrote the two words in front of the white paper.

This scene made many viewers applaud, most of whom were students.

Students know this more than anyone else.

In the evening, the students were playing in the dormitory. Nax Shi District visited a professor's house, and after returning, he was in a state of dismay.

"Tonight I saw the most beautiful girl in the school." Nax told Neal and others vividly what he saw in the evening: "But this girl was engaged and fell in love with a bad boy in our school."

Oh! Everyone else pretended to be in pain.

The room was messy, but very happy.

Some people are playing chess, some are doing homework, some are dancing, and Lake is fiddling with a radar. After working hard for a night, he finally received the show.

But all this came to an abrupt end with a teacher's intrusion.

"Gentlemen, five minutes, in five minutes I will see a clean room!" The teacher looked serious, and then he saw Lake: "Lack, are you a radio?"

"No, sir, this is a scientific experiment, radar." Lake shook the thing in his hand.

"Five minutes. Five minutes later. I hope to see him in the trash can." The teacher gritted his teeth.

oh!

This time, the audience in the venue booed.

Everyone expressed indignation at what the teacher did.

"These bastard teachers! The teachers in the school are probably all this kind of virtue!" Marskolov shouted, without any concern about the dark face of the president of Yale University sitting next to him.

But the next scene made many teachers in the school unable to sit still.

Keating was in class and talked about poetry with the students.

He Neil flipped through the introduction to the book and asked him to read a passage in it about J. Ivan Spricha's evaluation of poetry.

This doctor uses a technical job to analyze poetry. He even provides a calculation method for analyzing, creating and appreciating poetry.

While Neal was reading this introduction, Keating began drawing a calculation graph on the blackboard, and the students took notes carefully below.

After Neil finished reading, Keating turned around. He looked at the students and said word by word: "Nonsense!"

And not only the students were stunned, but many professors in the audience were also stunned.

This theory and content now dominate not only in preparatory schools, but also in Harvard University. While filming movies, I went in and listened to a poem class by their literature teacher. Although their theories were not from this doctoral student, their basic views were similar.

They believe that poetry can be analyzed like mathematics, first familiar with the escort and rhythm, then calculate the format, and then fill in it. Especially sonnets, it can be operated in this way.

But. On the screen, Mr. Keating used a "nonsense" to make everyone feel dizzy!

"Nonsense! This is my opinion of this doctor." Keating looked at the stunned students and laughed: "We are talking about poetry, not water pipes. How can you describe poetry like a music competition? I like Byron, I give him 42 points. How can you?"

The students all laughed. Many people wiped out the calculation graph they wrote on their notes. "Now, please tear off that page." Just as the students were laughing, Keating said a painting that even more stunned them.

Students, you look at me, I look at you, and no one is willing to do it.

Although they are rebellious by nature, they still attach great importance to books. In such a place, no one dares to do this.

"Gentlemen, tear them off, hurry up. tear them off." Keating urged.

Most students still did not dare to do it. Charlie Dutton, who was sitting in the last row, was the first to tear off the page of the introduction.

"Thank you Charlie, everyone else should do it quickly. What you are not in front of you is not a Bible. You will not go to hell to tear it off. Not only will you tear off that page, but you will tear off the entire introduction. Let our Dr. Ivan Spritchar become history." Keating smiled.

The students became excited, and they all started to tear off the introduction part in the book. The paper was flying in the classroom, and the young people were all excited.

"rip off!"

"rip off!"

Behind me, all the students at Yale University shouted.

"I protest! I protest this movie!" Among a group of school people, a white-haired professor finally stood up. He wore thick eyes, was very dissatisfied with what was done in the movie, and was very excited, but was pressed by the president of Yale University.

"Mr. Pton, don't do this, keep watching, keep watching." The president of Yale University quickly comforted.

"Mr. Corleon, that Mr. Pton is very famous in the poetry world, and this is what he admires." Behind me, a young professor whispered to me.

"Then he should retire." I shrugged.

On the screen, the movie continues.

Keaton took out a trash can, and the students threw all the torn paper pages into the trash can.

I looked at the professors sitting not far away from me, many of them frowned, and their faces showed unbearable affection. But some young professors were excited, with smiles on their lips, which made them feel very satisfying.

The most satisfying thing is the students.

"Gentlemen. Poetry is not mathematics, it is itself. It is singing with the soul and soul. Only fools calculate it and evaluate it. We will not have such doctors here, and we will not have such a way. I want you to learn to think and learn to appreciate the beauty of words and language.

"Come here, come around, I'll tell you why you write poetry." Keating squatted down and the students formed a circle.

"We write poetry not for cleverness, but because the soul in our hearts is shouting, which instructs us to transform the shout into words. Through this words, we know that we are alive, and are extremely real. This is the greatness of poetry, law, engineering, business..., these disciplines cannot be compared with poetry at this point."

"Law, engineering, business. These are all about making a living. But poetry, romance, love, these things are the reasons why we live."

"Whitman said it very clearly: Oh, I, the life that keeps repeating this problem, in the continuous carriage carrying the untrustworthy, in the city full of fools, what is the meaning of being in it? Oh, I, Oh, life, just because you are here."

"Gentlemen, as long as you have such an idea, you will write a good poem."

Keating's words made the students stunned.

"Smack!"

A burst of applause came, and I turned my face and found that the applause came from a group of young professors, who clapped their anger in the eyes of the old professors around them with a firm attitude.

The applause quickly became popular, causing all the students and everyone on the scene to applaud.

Listening to the applause, my heart calmed down.

I leaned against the chair and smiled.

On the screen, Keating conquered his students and professors under the screen with his special understanding of poetry. It can be said that Keating's criticism of Ivan Spricha was officially a criticism of the traditional education of the school.

This kind of criticism is undoubtedly very harsh and very meticulous.

The audience's emotions also became excited, especially those students and those young professors. The scene was like an uprising, an uprising of thought.

Keating's teaching method was welcomed by students, but it was also objected by many teachers in the school. In their opinion, Keating's approach seemed a bit outrageous.

The students began to be interested in Keating. They found Keating's yearbook, which recorded some of the things that Keating had in school when he was young.

"The captain of the rugby team is good at pursuing girls, and a member of the ancient poet society..." The students were shocked by the records in the yearbook, and they began to guess what kind of person their teacher was.

Neil and others found Keating with the yearbook. When Keating saw himself many years ago, he also laughed.

"Mr. Keating, the yearbook says you are a member of the Ancient Poets Club. I wonder what organization it is?" Neil asked.

Keating smiled slightly: "The school now will not like this organization."

"Secret organization!"

"Secret organization!" get up.

"Ancient poets were committed to absorbing the essence of life. It was Thoreau's poem. We read this sentence every time we gathered. We took turns reading Thoreau, Whitman or Shelley in the stone cave of an old Indian. We read all the works of great poets, some implementations, and our own. In a trance, we can experience the magic of poetry."

"We are a group of romantics, letting poetry fall from the tip of our tongues like honey. At that time, women were dizzy and gods were born. Isn't it a good thing to eliminate time in this way?"

Keating talked to his students, and the students were all confused when they heard it.

The students who were imprisoned on campus found their flying wings through Keating's words.

Neil and others began to discuss the ancient poet club and discuss Keating's past life. A strange idea began to brew among students.

At the initiative of Neil, others agreed to try to rebuild the ancient poet club. They secretly found the ancient Indian cave, and then escaped the teacher's inspection in the middle of the night and ran outside the school.

During the day, the atmosphere of Wilton Preparatory School is dull. At night, the ancient buildings are immersed in thick fog. It seems very mysterious. The students walked through the long corridor under the guidance of Neil and walked out of the school gate under the night.

Outside the school gate, there was a heavy fog. The woods were in the fog, and the tall trees appeared and the sounds of owls sounded from time to time. The atmosphere was exciting and fresh.

Neil, who was walking in the front, took a deep breath and took the lead in walking into the thick fog. The students behind him followed one by one, and they ran in the thick fog and left the cage-like campus.

At this time, I remembered a piece of background music. The music was soft and lively. The notes seemed to be dancing, forming an appropriate cooperation with the freedom and joy of the students on the picture.

"Chopin, Chopin's serenade." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

Yes, Chopin's nocturne, such a scene, such an atmosphere. No musician can be more suitable than Chopin's music known as the "piano poet".

Under this lively nocturne, the students walked along the river with flashlights under Neil. They walked through the stream, through the woods and coffins, and then discovered a cave in front of a steep cliff.

In this cave, a group of young people announced the reconstruction of the ancient poet club and took turns reciting the poems of the poets. In addition, they had a picnic in the cave and told stories to each other. Some of the stories were horrifying, and some were about love.

The young people's faces shine on their faces, full of stimulation and imagination, and that is the light of freedom.

This emotion on the screen has infected many people.

Behind me, all the students sighed. The secret community life of these students on the screen was what they longed for.

At the same time, although the principals who were sitting on the other side of me did not speak, they looked at the happy faces on the screen and all of them thoughtful.

They are not born as teachers, and they have been in school, so they can understand some things.

Keating was teaching the students. At this time, they were able to get together, and the students liked the teacher from the bottom of their hearts.

Keating told them about poetry in a way they had never experienced before. That way, fresh, interesting, and not stereotyped.

Keating told them Shakespeare, Yeats, and Rambo, and the students surrounded him and listened in a fascination.

As he was talking, Keating suddenly stood on the podium.
To be continued...