Chapter 50 under shell (4)

And me, I think grammar is the path to beauty.When we speak, when we read, when we write, we get a good sense of whether we've made a beautiful sentence, or, if we're reading a beautiful sentence.We have the ability to recognize the beauty in the structure of a sentence or the style of an essay.But when we analyze grammar, we enter into another level of beauty of language.Analyzing grammar requires a process of unraveling, that is, to see how sentences are formed, that is, to see how sentences are naked.This is the magic of literary works: because we will say: "It's so well written, how can it be so well written!" "It's really solid, innovative, rich in content, and subtle in thought!" There are many different kinds of characters, and it is exciting to know that people have to realize this in order to use characters well, and to know the degree of compatibility between characters.I think there is nothing more beautiful than the most basic structure of language, nouns and verbs.When you say nouns and verbs, you've made a good statement.It's great, isn't it?noun, verb...

Perhaps, in order to achieve the beauty of language that only grammar can reveal, must we also put ourselves in a special state of consciousness?For me, I feel like I can do it effortlessly.I think, when I was two years old, listening to grown-ups speak, I immediately understood how language is formed.For me, the grammar class is actually just a summary of the day after tomorrow, maybe it is the accurate application of some terms. For those children who have not been inspired like me, whether learning to analyze grammar can teach children to speak and speak well? What about the effect of writing well?It's a mystery.Leaving that aside, it's time for all Mrs. Miguel on Earth to consider which heart song to deliver to their students to get them interested in grammar.

So I said to Mrs. Meguel: "That's not the case. It's too superficial to say that grammar is so superficial!" People like me go against the teacher.She stared at me in amazement, her face turned ugly, like all teachers, when they feel that something is not right, their grammar lessons of quality adjectives and attributives become a court of their teaching methods, "So what do you say about grammar? See, Miss Ross?" she asked me in a sarcastic tone.Everyone held their breath.When the number one in the class is dissatisfied, it will cause harm to the teacher's body, especially when the teacher is obese, so this morning, spending the same money can not only watch horror movies, but also watch A circus show: everyone is looking forward to seeing the outcome of the fight, and they even wish it was bloodier.

"Okay then," I said, "after I read the book by Roman Jacobson (Roman Jacobson, 1896-1982), a Russian-American linguist and literary critic. Think of grammar as an end, not just a goal: Grammar is about recognizing the structure and beauty of language, not just a gag to get out of a social situation." "A gag! A gag!" She opened her eyes wide The eyes repeated, "For Miss Ross, grammar is a thing!" If she listens carefully to what I say, she understands, and in fact, on the contrary, grammar is not a thing for me.But I'm sure the mention of Jacobson would shock her, not to mention the sneer from the whole class, including Canelle Madan, who had no idea what I was talking about, but could Feeling a little Siberian cloud looming over the fat French teacher.In fact, I've never read Jacobson's book, as you must have guessed.It's in vain for me to be brilliant, I still like comics or literature.It was only yesterday that one of Mom's friends (a college professor) talked about Jacobson (eating Camembert and red wine with Mom at five).So this morning I was reminded of this.

At this time, I felt that my group of classmates all raised their lips. I felt sorry for them, and I also felt sorry for Mrs. Magall.And I don't like sadistic behavior.This does no one any good.What's more, I don't want others to take my challenge to Mrs. Miguel's knowledge as an issue, or even doubt my IQ. So I compromised and stopped talking.I was detained for two hours after my fine, and Mrs. Miguel saved her face as a teacher.However, when I left the classroom, I felt her staring at me with her anxious little eyes until the door. I was thinking on the way home: what a poor-minded man, who knows neither the magic nor the beauty of language.