"That's you, hurry up and go with Teacher Ma, it's about the honor of the shipyard's children's primary school, you must behave well. Principal Wang's face was serious, and he pressed Qian Hong's shoulder when he came up, which simply made Qian Hong unavoidable.

"That'...... Okay then!" What else could Qian Hong do?

"It's okay with this dress, just go away, and I'll be in charge of greeting her from your mother's side." Principal Wang was also really anxious, he rotated Qian Hong's body 180 degrees, and pushed it directly to the male teacher.

"Red scarf, he didn't wear a red scarf, this is indispensable, I'll take a look, you! It's you, take down your red leader, and give Qian Hong a belt first." Unexpectedly, this male teacher was quite careful, looked Qian Hong up and down, and immediately found the problem and quickly solved it.

After getting the red scarf from another little hairy head, Qian Hong and Teacher Ma went straight to the dock of the boat station, and just an hour later, Qian Hong and the two of them, who got off the boat and trotted all the way, arrived at the Children's Palace.

The Children's Palace is located on the Red Army Street in Nangang, is a three-storey building, with a red dome on the left and right sides of the Russian-style building, I heard that this sign is still a big leader surnamed Zhu inscription, but Qian Hong didn't wait to see clearly, people were pushed into by the anxious teacher Ma.

Immediately, under the guidance of the staff, the two of them quickly entered the lounge and began to be smeared on Qian Hong's face by a staff member.

This "Seedling Cup" recitation competition not only had the leaders of the district and city watch it on the spot, I heard that the TV station will also come to video, and all the contestants must put on makeup and go on stage, but Qian Hong was painted as exaggerated as a monkey's buttocks, and when he saw his red face in the mirror, the corners of Qian Hong's mouth kept twitching.

Teacher Ma who sent Qian Hong over, he was completely a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he tried his last effort to hold on to his feet, at this time he was holding a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and while reading it, he confirmed it with Qian Hong: "In the fourth grade, "The Question of the West Forest Wall" should be learned, Qian Hong, can you recite it with feelings?"

"I can memorize it, but with this kind of poem that everyone knows, I'm afraid it's difficult to win!" Since he has come, Qian Hong naturally didn't want to go back after a motion, so he took the initiative to fight for it.

"Then which one do you want to recite?" "Traveling to Shanxi Village" or "Yellow Crane Tower Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling"?" Teacher Ma looked at Qian Hong with some surprise, but his heart kept playing drums; Why did this kid look so calmer than himself? Is it because he didn't understand the situation and didn't understand the importance of this game?

"Teacher Ma, the recitation competition should not only be limited to ancient poems, but also reciting an ancient word, right?"

"Yes, yes, but you haven't learned ancient words in the fourth grade?"

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

"But ......"

Teacher Ma was still hesitating, but the staff of the Children's Palace had already rushed over urgently: "Okay, okay, come to the stage, your shipyard children's primary school is already the last, and if you don't go on stage, the host will not be able to stand it." ”

"Alright, alright," the person in charge of the makeup immediately stepped back.

Qian Hong stood up, he stroked his hair fixed by hair wax, smiled at Mr. Ma, and the person was ripped away by the people of the Children's Palace, and after about 3-4 seconds, he was almost thrown out of the curtain on the side of the stage, and stood straight in the spotlight.

“...... The last contestant is Qian Hong, a student from the second class of the fourth year of the shipyard children's primary school. The hostess, who had been delaying for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after glaring at Qian Hong quickly, she handed over the microphone in her hand to Qian Hong, and quickly disappeared behind the scenes.

The competition held in the district is really huge, at this moment under the big stage, there are at least 6-700 spectators under the black pressure, and in front of Qian Hong, in addition to the three tables and six judges, there is also a whole row of leaders, they are wearing light-colored short-sleeved shirts, holding fans in their hands, and there are exquisite teacups in front of them, and they exchange words from time to time.

Seeing this kind of formation, ordinary children are estimated to have numb claws, but Qian Hong is different, no matter how many people and how big the leader is, it is meaningless to him, for a person who has died and been reborn, who is he afraid of!

"Teachers, leaders, uncles and aunts and dear students, I am Qian Hong from the shipyard children's primary school, I will bring you a song lyrics, I hope you can like it. The opening remarks paused here, Qian Hong squeezed down the wire of the microphone, and shook it lightly, so that when he walked around, he would not pull the microphone.

"The big river goes east, waves, Tao, sand, the eternal romantic characters ......" and then the formal performance began, although Qian Hong's voice is immature, but the intonation, speed and sentence break are perfect, and the recitation also has a sense of vicissitudes and calmness, which is greatly different from the previous little hairy heads.

After listening to the simple ancient poems for more than an hour, a decent performance finally came, which also made the judges very excited, and the two people sitting in the middle couldn't help but whisper to exchange opinions.

"This kid is good!"

"In the fourth grade, I haven't learned this word yet, so I guess the teacher arranged rote memorization. ”

"I don't think it's that simple, his sentences are handled well, and even some feelings are integrated, which is really not like the level of a fourth-grade elementary school student. ”

"And what do you mean?"

"I'll ask later. ”

"It's okay"

Soon, the song "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" was recited, and the audience's eyes were bright, and their ears were not stuffed with chicken feathers, when Qian Hong bowed to the audience, the Great Hall of the Children's Palace suddenly resounded with warm applause.

After the applause subsided, Qian Hong saw that one of the judges in the middle moved the microphone in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Qian Hong, why did you choose to recite a Song poem, but not those Tang poems that everyone chooses?"

"Because Mr. Chen Yingge, a master of Chinese culture, once said that the culture of the Chinese nation has evolved over thousands of years and was created in the Zhao and Song dynasties. Qian Hong's answer without thinking about it suddenly made the judges' eyes full of brilliance, and Mr. Ma, who had already hung his heart in his throat, almost rushed to the stage to kiss Qian Hong, this answer is perfect!

If the content of the recitation can be pre-arranged and fished in troubled waters by rote memorization, then the answer can only be the child's own knowledge, after all, no one can expect the judges' whimsical questions to prepare such amazing, perfect and appropriate answers in advance.