"And in order to distinguish it from other prose poems of the same kind, I want to express the rich emotions of the author of the poem in Russian, and the judges have no opinion, right?"

Ha?

Russian?

When everyone hadn't figured out what kind of prose poem Haiyan was, Dong Yi's words once again knocked everyone into the bottomless abyss, originally thought that Dong Yi was already very good at singing and writing lyrics and songs, but I didn't expect him to be able to prose poetry?

And also Russian recitation?

The students in the audience all looked at the judges, and the judges all looked at the teaching director of the Department of Literature, Lu Songsheng.

Although Lu Songsheng also has some knowledge of Russian, it is only to be able to communicate simply, if you want to thoroughly see the advantages and disadvantages of this prose poem, I am afraid that I can't do it as a half-ass.

But now, I have been forced into a corner, if I say to Dong Yi, you recite it in Chinese, wouldn't that be smashing your own signboard?

Moreover, looking at the eyes of the other chief judges, it is clear that they are saying, you don't mean that you can't do it, right?

Coupled with the eagerly awaited literature students in the audience, Lu Songsheng felt that he had to do it if he couldn't do it!

"Yes, I am also very fond of foreign languages. ”

After giving Dong Yi a reply, Lu Songsheng felt that the strength of his body had been drained, and the worry in his heart was inevitable, after all, so many pairs of eyes were staring, and so many mobile phones were recording.

If it is spread on the Internet, it will be a big blow to Jingying's reputation and his personal image.

However, he was not too worried, and his years of assessment experience told him that in fact, it does not matter what subject students recite or memorize, words or language are just a carrier.

The point is, is his emotion in place during the performance, is his mental strength high, is his expressiveness tense?

These aspects are the biggest requirements for lines.

Affirmation from Lu Songsheng, Dong Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then his voice was loud and he spoke out a sentence in Russian.

“Песня о буревестнике”

When he heard the standard spoken pronunciation, Lu Songsheng's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

This spoken language is even more accurate than my own pronunciation!

And there is not the slightest Chinese accent, if it weren't for Dong Yi's yellow skin and black eyes.

I'm afraid I have to wonder if he is a real Russian!

Among the people present, except for Lu Songsheng, there was no second student who knew Russian, which is not to say that the students of Jingying are not easy to learn, but that Russian is a niche language in the world.

Russian is also only popular in their own country, and when they go abroad, more often than not, English is used for communication.

But this does not prevent them from looking adoring and listening attentively.

“Над седой равниной моря ветер тучи собирает. Между тучами и морем гордо реет Буревестник, черной молнии подобный.”

“То крылом волны касаясь, то стрелой взмывая к тучам, он кричит, и ——тучи слышат радость в смелом крике птицы.”

Dong Yi on the stage was subdued and frustrated, his voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, and successfully brought everyone into the atmosphere he created.

At this time, Lu Songsheng was completely fascinated, and he could only understand one or two words in many sentences.

However, even if it is only these two words, he can rely on his years of literary skills to complete the missing words, although the completion is certainly not as precise and perfect as the original.

But I can also understand the artistic conception of the author in writing this prose poem, self-confidence, heroism, fearlessness, encouragement, and so on.

Lu Songsheng believes that the Haiyan he has experienced may not be so profound, because with the extension of Dong Yi's prose poems, it has made him jump to a higher spiritual level.

Just when Lu Songsheng was fascinated, the other judges were a little confused.

Especially He Weihong, just now Dong Yi said that he used Russian to express prose poetry, and he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, in prose poetry, the use of one or two sentences of foreign language is already very good.

But who would have thought that this kid didn't play cards according to common sense at all!

At his pace, he clearly wanted to recite the whole text in Russian!

If it's just a recitation of Russian, that's fine, after all, everyone has their own special hobbies, and maybe others like foreign languages.

But until now, there is not even a trace of jamming in his middle, and he still doesn't let his directors step down?

Although these people didn't understand, when they saw Lu Songsheng shaking his head beside him, he was already addicted to it, and he already had the answer in his heart.

At the same time, this also strengthened his belief that Dong Yi would stay in Jingying.

“В этом крике ——жажда бури！ Силу гнева, пламя страсти и уверенность в победе слышат тучи в этом крике.”

“Чайки стонут перед бурей, —— стонут, мечутся над морем и на дно его готовы спрятать ужас свой пред бурей.”

“И гагары тоже стонут, ——им, гагарам, недоступно наслажденье битвой жизни： гром ударов их пугает.”

As Haiyan's recitation came to the middle section, Dong Yi's whole mood was completely ignited.

He waved his arms excitedly, and spoke passionately about the reaction of those creatures other than petrels in the face of the storm before the storm.

The voice was tragic, a wail, like unwilling, like unyielding, and like the last cry of life.

In the audience, some students' eyes have begun to moisten, they can't understand bird language, but they understand emotions.

A good work, no matter how it is sung is poetry or song, even if it is a line in a film and television drama or drama, as long as you pay your feelings, what you gain is bound to be the audience's emotions.

At this time, Lu Songsheng was already in tears, and his feelings were richer than anyone present, when all the animals were at a loss in the face of the storm.

It's it! It's the black petrel, flapping its wings in the middle of the clouds.

It is not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of difficulties, to those animals, more like swearing to people.

The clouds are temporary! They are fragile!

Only by bravely facing it and challenging it is the only weapon to defeat it!

“Буря！ Скоро грянет буря！”

“Это смелый Буревестник гордо реет между молний над ревущим невно морем； то кричит пророк победы：”

“Пусть сильнее грянет буря!!!”

The last sentence, let the storm come more violently! Dong Yi almost shouted out this oath of war for victory, freedom, and a better tomorrow.

Dong Yi's arms were outstretched, as if he was the arrogant petrel, looking for that ray of sunshine alone in the wind and rain of thunder and lightning.

At this moment, the scene is silent.