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| 现代诗歌 | | 西方文学 Western Literature | | English Poetry |
 
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 A hundred people came to my class
A hundred people came to my class
A hundred teachers of English rushed into my class,
sitting in every corner of the room, or standing
by the doors. My bewildered heart found no peace,
until I beheld the encouraging eyes of my head-teacher.
A hundred people sit in my class, in a cold winter day
in central China, where there was no heating.
I stepped onto the platform, and helloed to them loudly, as they
were asking for each other’s names and laughing,
And taking photos like at a press conference.
My students disappeared, turning out only
when a question being raised and they shouted back
the correct answer, or as they clapped for the performance
given by students borrowed from other classes.
I hid in the microphone and got lost soon into the PowerPoint,
But the lesson continued on the right track as directed,
disappointing no one who nosed in, even the critical experts.
Notes: this poem was first written on a demo lesson given by a high school teacher in Huai'an Jiangsu Province, and complished this afternoon.
2007-01-29 01:22:17 |
| 白水 ?2007-01-29 11:07:39?? |  |
VERY INTERSTING 
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| Lake ?2007-02-12 16:13:11?? | |
Wow, what an experience, A hundred people came to my class ! It must be a lecture hall to hold that many people.
Sounds like a big show.
My minor citics: verb tense agreement.
Thanks for the post.
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| kino ?2007-02-12 19:08:32?? | |
thanks lake. 
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| Lake ?2007-02-12 20:08:08?? | |
Kino, I am very annoying, ain't I? 
I am what people say, if you can't write, you translate; if you can't translate, you criticize. 
One more place,
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| A hundred people sit in my class |
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You are doing much better than I am.
Cheers,
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| kino ?2007-03-07 01:52:56?? | |
谢谢岛主，把它移到了我的博客，辛苦您了。 
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| 散文游记 | | Chinese Poetry | | Reviews, Critics and Criticism |
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