Chu Qing is now in a dilemma, the host on the stage has shouted that you will go up to perform, and the audience below has also given applause, if you don't go on stage, it will be a little unreasonable......

However, if he now admits in public that he does not know this word, it will be even more embarrassing, and he will be as illiterate as he is.

If you read it on stage and read it wrong, wouldn't it cause a sensation in the audience?

Chu Qing closed his eyes, he didn't mess with himself.

"Hey, why hasn't Qingzi come on stage yet?"

"yes, why hasn't Qingzi come on stage yet?"

"It's weird. ”

The audience saw that Chu Qing did not immediately recite on stage like others, and suddenly turned their heads and ears a little strangely.

Except for a few who knew that this modern poem was very surprising, everyone else said that it was very inexplicable......

Why didn't Chu Qing come to the stage yet? Could it be stage fright, or what's wrong?

"This bastard is scheming on you!"

Zhang Tieqiao gritted his teeth, and wanted to settle accounts with the young man with glasses with some anger, but when he was about to clench his fists, Chu Qing suddenly pulled him and shook his head.

Chu Qing opened his eyes, he had a way.

He had wanted to get through this in a low-key way, and then go back to the dormitory to get some sleep, and he never wanted to do anything.

"Forget it, there's no point in doing this, and with so many people here, it's not good to make trouble, if you want to do it, you have to ......do it afterwards" Chu Qing suddenly showed a smile.

"But, Brother Qing, you ......"

"It's fine. Chu Qing patted Zhang Tieqiao on the shoulder, then straightened his clothes and walked slowly towards the stage, he walked very slowly, but he walked very steadily.

"It's really beyond his strength to read such a difficult poem, and he still chooses to challenge it. ”

"Yes, so unpopular, so awkward, I'm not saying that this poem is bad, this poem is very well written, sincere, and in line with the history of that era, but few people will recite such an unpopular modern poem when reciting. ”

"Well, it seems that Chu Qing is going to make a fool of himself, he shouldn't read it according to the radical, if he reads it like that, it will definitely make a joke. ”

"Wait to see his jokes, by the way, you connect to the Internet, and we'll broadcast live on the web!"

"Great idea!"

The voices of the audience were ringing out from ear to ear.

Chu Qing walked up to the stage and looked at the audience with different colors below, he originally thought that he would be nervous when he encountered this situation, and he would have no master, but when he really went on stage, Chu Qing felt very calm.

It's not so much calm as calm.

He bowed to the audience, then looked up at everyone......

"I'm sorry, but the nostalgia I'm going to read is not this homesickness, well, or rather, you haven't heard of the nostalgia I'm going to read, so this speech is useless. Chu Qing folded the manuscript and stuffed it into his pocket with a smile on his face.

He did have a song of nostalgia in his mind, and that nostalgia was very appropriate.

Under the stage.

"What? We haven't heard of it, what is this Chu Qing going to do!"

"Does he want to read more obscure poems?"

"No, maybe he doesn't want to read poetry, maybe he wants to be original!"

"Original? He's crazy! To be original on such an occasion, doesn't he know that Professor Liu, who is sitting behind us, is a contemporary poet?"

"I think he's really crazy. ”

And Chu Qing's female pink looked at Chu Qing with worried eyes, they didn't want Chu Qing to make a fool of themselves here.

If there is no poet like Professor Liu sitting here, then it doesn't matter if it's original, but Chu Qing is unlucky!

"Hmph, I can't do it!" In the corner, the young man with glasses sneered, "It seems that you still don't think you died fast enough, it seems that after tonight, your reputation at NTU will plummet, big star?

Liu Rentang and Professor Li in the background pushed their glasses.

"Today's young people are really arrogant, they dare to be original, and they are in front of us...... Professor Li shook his head, "No wonder your girl said that the people in the art club are so impetuous, it turns out that they are really impetuous, stars? Hehe, is this a star?"

"Huh. Liu Rentang didn't say anything else, he just looked at Chu Qing and sighed with emotion.

When they were young, they were so frivolous, literati, since ancient times, they were relatively arrogant in their bones.

However, if there is talent to learn, it is frivolous, and if there is no talent to learn, then it is arrogant straw bag.

As for Liu Feifei, she stared coldly at the stage.

She never forgot that when she was playing the guzheng, this person leaned back on the chair and slept, which was very rude.

Now, he is arrogant and wants to be original......

Are you kidding?

My father is looking at you here, it's like an axe!

Stage.

Chu Qing exhaled, the lighting on the stage was quite soft, and he paused to sort out the memories in his mind.

There is indeed such a song of nostalgia in my memory, and that nostalgia is very emotional, and it is very classic.

Luckily, Chu Qing had memorized this poem when he was studying before, and he memorized it very well.

He picked up the microphone, regardless of what the people below looked at or said, or even what kind of eyes they looked.

When he stood on the stage, he felt that nothing below mattered.

He remembered his time in the studio, and then he coughed slightly. There are some classics that he feels can't be blasphemed, and even if he reads them, he must read them well.

Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia for the world before rebirth.

He cleared his throat.

"When I was a child,

Nostalgia is a small stamp,

I'm on this end,

Mother is over there. ”

This is a kind of nostalgia, this song "Homesickness" is written in the old residence on Xiamen Street in Taipei after more than 20 years of homesickness in the afterglow of not returning to the mainland......

When I read this poem, I felt it very much, and it was very deep, although it was only a few lines, but it wrote a lot of things......

Time changes, things are not people, and there is a faint sigh.

A poem, a life......

"When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm on this end,

The bride is on that end. ”

Chu Qing closed his glasses, his voice was a little low, and there was no emotion in his deep voice.

At this time, the audience was silent, and the needles could be heard, and these people were all literary and artistic young people, and they could all hear the taste of this poem.

In the back row, Professor Li, who had just begun to say that Chu Qing was flashy, was stunned.

The poem, as if, as if, has some strange feelings......

Could it be, is it ......

"Later,

Homesickness is a low grave,

I'm out there,

Mother is inside. ”

When Chu Qing got this, he suddenly stopped, and then closed his eyes, he was brewing, yes, he was brewing this emotion.

This poem is very light and short, but it is very heavy, at least the meaning of this poem is very emotional.

The audience in the audience had a sense of the picture in their minds.

When I was young, when I was growing up, when I was middle-aged......

Postage stamps, ferry tickets, brides, mothers, graves.

The literary and artistic young people may not feel anything, but Professor Li in the back suddenly had a sour nose, although he was a ninja, his eyes were red......

This poem seems to be writing about his experience.

Yes, it was his experience, he wandered all his life, and it was not until his old age that he settled down on the mainland and began to study in peace.

For him, stability is what is true.

Liu Rentang was not calm, he even began to be a little excited, the sense of picture and age of this poem is too strong and strong.

The feeling of homesickness is also heavy.

"And now,

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm on this end,

The continent is on that end. ”

Chu Qing took a deep breath and read out the last sentence in a deeper voice.

When this sentence was read out, everyone in the audience was stunned.

After a minute, Chu Qing opened his eyes, then turned around and stepped off the stage.

It was still so quiet that even the host forgot to say what lines were next......

And Professor Li, who was in the last row, finally shed tears.

Yes, this poem is written to the bottom of his heart, to the most vulnerable place in his heart.

When he was young, he wandered overseas, and he always looked forward to returning to his hometown as soon as possible and returning to his roots......

Liu Rentang suddenly stood up and stared at Chu Qing.

He was excited.

This poem can already be said to be a classic!

We have reached incredible heights!

Yes, incredible heights!