At the venue of the gala.
Teacher Leng's class was whispering.
"It will be Mengmeng's turn in three more programs, right?"
"This program is ending soon. It's too late."
"Mengmeng, forget it. There's still a chance next time."
"Right, we can't possibly recite 'The Furthest Distance in the World' again, right?"
"All of them are poetry recitations. Nowadays, all the famous love poems have been recited. I can't find any classic works."
Cao Mengmeng was very popular in the class, especially the boys. They all liked her and gave her advice. They did not recommend her to go on stage.
Lily also laughed, "Don't go. It's so embarrassing."
Teacher Leng looked at Mengmeng and said, "All the famous love poems have indeed been recited. As for the other poems, the famous classics are nothing."
Cao Mengmeng stomped her feet angrily, "I want to recite it! I don't care! "
Zhang Ye knew that this little rascal liked to be in the limelight. She had prepared for this day for a long time. Mengmeng's temper was as stubborn as his, so it was impossible for him not to let her go on stage. Zhang Ye sighed and quickly checked the internet on his cellphone to see if there were any suitable love poems.
Cao Mengmeng suddenly looked at Zhang Ye and her eyes lit up. She got up and squeezed through the crowd, pulling Zhang Ye up, "Bro, come with me!"
Zhang Ye was stunned, "Why?"
"Come with me!" Cao Mengmeng pulled him out of the auditorium.
Outside was the hall. There was a resting area where a few parents were smoking.
Cao Mengmeng found a place with no one and looked at Zhang Ye with her small eyes, "Bro, your sister is in trouble. You can't ignore me!"
Zhang Ye waved his cellphone, "Aren't I helping you find a suitable love poem?"
Cao Mengmeng stared with her small eyes, "You are a Peking University Chinese department lecturer. Do you need to find poems from others? Just compose a song for me! "
Zhang Ye nearly fainted, "Do you think it's cabbages? I can write it just like that?"
"Don't you always write a poem just like that? Aren't they all created on the spot? I don't care! Anyway, I want a love poem from you! It can't be worse than 'Flying bird and fish'! I have to beat that darn Lily! Did you see her attitude just now? Did you see that? How infuriating! "Cao Mengmeng angrily kicked the sofa in the resting area. She looked extremely cute.
Zhang Ye said helplessly, "Then what poem do you want?"
"Love, from a woman's perspective!" Cao Mengmeng requested.
Zhang Ye touched his nose and said dejectedly, "It's too late. It should be your turn soon, right?"
"There's still time! If you can write, I can read it! "Cao Mengmeng goaded him." Brother, you can't write it, right? The media is praising you so much, but it's all fake? "
Zhang Ye glared at her. He fell for it, "I can't write it? Are you joking with me? Are you kidding me? Isn't it just a love poem from a female perspective? Just you wait! " Saying that, Zhang Ye took out a pen from his chest pocket. This was something he always carried with him to sign autographs, "Do you have any paper?"
There was a seller's leaflet on the table with a white back.
Cao Mengmeng did not care so much and took the leaflet over, "Here!"
Zhang Ye sat on the sofa and laid out the paper. After some thought, he had an idea in his mind. This poem was from a woman's perspective, and it was a gentle and beautiful love poem. This was not suitable for Zhang Ye, so there was no point in keeping it in his mind. It was such a waste. He might as well help his third sister out. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye no longer hesitated. He began writing. The paper was a property leaflet. It wasn't much, but Zhang Ye had eaten the Calligraphy Skill Experience Book, so his handwriting was rather good. In just two to three minutes, lines of the poem appeared on the paper.
It was done.
Zhang Ye handed the manuscript to her, "Take a look at any words you don't recognize. I'll tell you how to read it. There's also the position of the sentence breaks. I'll read it once for you."
Cao Mengmeng nodded very seriously, "Alright!"
Five minutes later.
Zhang Ye returned to the auditorium and sat back in his seat.
Cao Mengmeng did not go back. She went backstage to wait for her turn. At this moment, the little girl's face was filled with joy and excitement. She did not know how good this poem was. With her literary and artistic standards as a junior high school student, she did not have the ability to appreciate it. However, Cao Mengmeng was filled with confidence. Why? There was no reason. It was because this was a poem written by her brother! And it was created on the spot today! Cao Mengmeng had already seen how awesome Zhang Ye's poems were on the internet. There were countless followers and thousands of admirers. She knew very well that even the worst modern poem written by her brother would have 400,000 to 500,000 hits. Zhang Ye's worst work was even better than the best works of a typical poet or minor literary worker!
How could this poem be bad?
Of course it was impossible!
Cao Mengmeng was hopping and humming a tune. She was ready backstage. She could not understand the poem's meaning, but she just needed to recite it!
… …
In the venue.
In the seating area offstage.
Zhang Ye's return did not cause a commotion.
Only Teacher Leng looked over, "Where's Mengmeng?"
"She probably went backstage." Zhang Ye said.
The middle-aged newspaper editor said, "Is she really preparing to recite 'Flying bird and fish' again? Hur Hur, this little sister of yours is really persistent. Not bad. "
Zhang Ye gave a vague smile, "I don't know either."
Teacher Leng smacked her lips, "This Mengmeng, seriously. She just doesn't listen to advice."
On stage, the poetry recital had also ended. It was a performance piled together.
The female host came on stage again and said with a smile, "The next program is a poetry recital. The performer is — Student Cao Mengmeng. Everyone, please welcome her."
The applause was sparse and not very enthusiastic. There was no other way. After seven or eight poetry recitals were arranged together, and they were all popular classic love poems that everyone had heard countless times. No matter how good a poem was, after listening to it so many times, one would get sick of it. Hence, the enthusiasm of the teachers, parents and students had waned. Hearing that the next program was still a poetry recital, no one was that interested anymore. Many of them even yawned.
"Another poem?"
"It's boring."
"There's something wrong with the arrangement of the program."
Many people muttered a few words.
Only Teacher Leng's class perked up. They were very concerned about the recital.
"Ah, Mengmeng is going up!"
"She really went up?"
"Why didn't she cancel the program?"
"Mengmeng is really too stubborn."
"She still has to listen to 'Flying bird and fish' again? I'm gonna faint! "
Mengmeng's classmates were all at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There were also people who were worried for Mengmeng.
Lily, on the other hand, was very happy. She giggled, "When the time comes, everyone, let's see whose recital of 'Flying bird and fish' is better." She had recited first, so she had the upper hand. No matter how well Mengmeng recited, it was impossible for her to beat her. Furthermore, she would be scolded. After all, she had followed Lily's recital. Hence, Lily really hoped that Cao Mengmeng would go up on stage to make a fool of herself. She could finally see Cao Mengmeng make a fool of herself!
The female host took a step back.
Cao Mengmeng went up the stage from the side screen. With small steps, she walked up to the rostrum. As the person reciting the poem was a tall high school boy, the microphone was also raised higher. Cao Mengmeng had to tiptoe to reach the microphone and adjust it.
"Aiyah!" She tripped and nearly fell.
When the female host saw this, she immediately smiled and came over to help.
Mengmeng's actions were very cute. It amused many of the parents in the audience.
"Young lady is so cute."
"Hur Hur Hur Hur Hur."
Most of the laughter was kind.
Zhang Ye also laughed. He looked expectantly at his third sister on stage.
Lily and the other students were staring at the rostrum. Teacher Leng also looked worriedly at Cao Mengmeng. Mengmeng and Lily were both in her class. If the two of them recited the same poem, it would not look good on her as the form teacher. The school leaders would blame her for not coordinating properly.
The middle-aged parent from the newspaper company exclaimed and said to Zhang Ye, "Your sister was so anxious just now. Why is she so confident now?"
When Teacher Leng saw this, she also noticed, "Did she find a new poem to recite?"
Another student's parent was a woman. She said, "But all the famous love poems have been recited today. What else can she recite?"
After the microphone was adjusted, Cao Mengmeng stood there quietly. Suddenly, she closed her eyes. This was a reciting technique that Zhang Ye had taught her. If you did not know how to use your emotions to express the poem, then use your actions to recite the poem. This would at least make people think that you had feelings. It was a trick.
One second … …
Three seconds … …
Five seconds … …
Cao Mengmeng did not say a word.
"Eh, what's going on?"
"Why isn't she reciting?"
"Did she forget her lines?"
The students and parents looked at each other in puzzlement.
15th High's principal also frowned. The female host was even more so. Just as she was about to go up to remind Cao Mengmeng, just as Teacher Leng and the other students were on tenterhooks …
Cao Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes.
"If I love you — I will never be like a climbing trumpet flower, using your tall branches to flaunt itself; If I love you — I will never be like an infatuated bird, repeating its monotonous song for the shade; I will never be like a spring, sending refreshing comfort all year round; I will never be like a perilous peak, increasing your height, setting off your majesty. Even the sunlight, even the spring rain. No, all of this is not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, tightly grasped in the ground; leaves, touching in the clouds. With every gust of wind, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your bronze branches, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch. "
When she recited up to this point!
The principal was already stunned! He nearly shouted out "Holy sh * t!"
Teacher Leng and the middle-aged newspaper editor were also dumbfounded!
Then, more and more parents and 15th High's teachers gradually stared with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost!
Cao Mengmeng recited,
"We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderclaps.
"We share the mist, the mist, and the rainbow.
"As if separated forever, yet relying on each other for life.
"This is the great love, where steadfastness lies!
"Love —
"I don't just love your magnificent body."
"But also the position you insist on.
"The ground beneath your feet.
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