One child said, “My name is Bai Nan.”

“My name is Jisha.”

“My name is Du Cheng.”

Of course, there were some indifferent children, such as the one in the corner who looked at him before turning back. However, the excitement around An Zhe didn’t last long because Lin Zuo came in. The children immediately dispersed away from An Zhe and went back to their seats. Lin Zuo looked around to confirm that no one was absent before starting the lecture.

He was talking about the poem An Zhe previously heard in the corridor. It was the last one in the textbook and more complicated than the other contents. He had heard the children in a classroom reciting it when he walked along the corridor.

The children first read the poem from beginning to end.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.”

……

After it was read once, Lin Zuo stood at the podium and asked, “Is there anything you don’t understand?”

One child raised his hand. An Zhe compared it to the seating chart and saw it was the child called Bai Nan. Bai Nan stated, “I don’t understand anything.”

The other children laughed.

Lin Zuo told Bai Nan, “Narrow the scope of the question.”

“That…” Bai Nan scratched his head, his tone hesitant. “Why can’t we go gently into the night?”

On the form, An Zhe added one point for Bai Nan. Then he glanced at Lin Zuo and waited for the answer.

He didn’t know the answer to the question Bai Nan asked. In the Abyss or at the human base, he had seen too many times when twilight gradually replaced the day. Every night, he gently landed on the ground with no resistance.

Lin Zuo’s eyes swept over them, lips slightly tightening in a serious arc.

“This is the last text of your course this year,” Lin Zuo told them. “It has different meanings from all the previous texts so it might be a bit difficult for you.”

He turned and wrote the words ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ on the whiteboard and then turned to the children under the stage.

“This is a poem composed of metaphors and symbols,” Lin Zuo said. “Do not go gentle into that good night. It means to not accept death meekly.”

An Zhe’s eyes widened slightly as he wrote down the sentence on his notebook. Later, Lin Zuo started to explain from the first sentence and An Zhe carefully took notes. After speaking, the children read the verses again from beginning to end.

“And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,