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While others rested, Teacher He had to give them feedback.
It was extremely hard work.
"Yuan Hua, please take a seat," He Tiantian said. "Let's take a look at your poetry!"
"Okay, thank you, Teacher He," Yuan Hua replied respectfully as she sat down next to He Tiantian, very earnestly.
He Tiantian smiled and said, "I don't have very high insights about poetry, but I do know that literary works originate from reality, rise above reality, and can be both ornate and plain, like those ancient poets and lyricists."
"You're right, Teacher He," Yuan Hua was enlightened. Literary works come from reality and rise above it, and this gave her a hint of understanding.
"Hmm, regardless of whether it's ornate or plain, every poem expresses the poet's emotions," He Tiantian explained. "That is the true essence of poetry. In yours, some parts don't seem to have emotion; they just look like a pile of vocabulary."