The recitation contest has begun.

Seeing this, Zheng Tingting could only close her eyes, choose a random poem, and then began to recite it hard.

Chu Ming secretly returned to his seat and continued to watch the party.

One after another, students took the stage to recite their favorite poems.

There is a recitation of "Me and the Land Under My Feet", a patriotic poem, Chu Ming has not heard before, it should be a work of this world.

Except for a few poems reciting some poems praising the motherland, the vast majority of people recited love poems, and many of them are Guo Han's works.

After each contestant finished reciting, when it came to the judges' comments, as long as it was a student who recited Guo Han's works, Guo Han gave a high evaluation, if it was written by other poets, Guo Han was perfunctory, as if only his poems were excellent.

Half an hour later, Zheng Tingting completely memorized the poem and returned to her seat in the auditorium.

When she came back, several classmates who were good friends with her surrounded her.

"Tingting, you just said that you don't read Guo Han's poems and want to change them temporarily, is it true?"

"It's true, what's wrong?" Zheng Tingting said strangely.

"Whose poem are you going to change?"

"My brother, I pestered him to write me a few poems. Zheng Tingting raised the small book in her hand.

"Aren't you fooling around!" The squad leader was anxious, "I understand that you are angry, but you are too reckless to do this!"

"Just now your brother himself said that he doesn't understand poetry, and you are still pestering him to write poetry, isn't this stupid?"

"Whoever said my brother couldn't write poetry, he was modest. Zheng Tingting explained.

However, in the eyes of everyone, this is just a hard mouth, in order to protect her brother's face.

"Then what kind of poem did he write, patriotic or lyrical?" the crowd gave up trying to persuade her.

"Love poems. ”

Everyone sweated wildly: "Love poems, Tingting, you deliberately want to make your brother embarrassed, write love poems in front of Guo Han, isn't this an axe for the class?"

"It's hard to say a word or two about other poems Guo Han, your love poem will definitely be criticized by Guo Han. ”

"My brother's love poems are amazing. Zheng Tingting insisted.

But none of the rest believed her.

Guo Han is already the top group of people who write love poems in China, famous poets who write love poems may not be as good as Guo Han, and your brother is not a poet, so there are ghosts if he can compare.

But Zheng Tingting's character is clear to everyone, and she will not look back if she decides it, so she also shakes her head and sighs, and no longer persuades.

The remaining three classmates also recited Guo Han's love poems, although these poems are good, I get tired of listening to them too much.

This party was also broadcast live on the Internet, although the party itself was not promoted, but because of Guo Han's appearance, the number of people watching the live broadcast was one or two thousand.

It's just that now some netizens are complaining.

"Why is this still Guo Han's poem?"

"Can you change the poem to another one?"

This almost became Guo Han's personal poetry meeting. ”

"This is not nonsense, the best love poem is written by Guo Han, who doesn't read his poems and reads whose poems. ”

"I like Guo Han anyway, he has a good demeanor and good talent. ”

"There's no way, we who write love poems in Huaxia can't find anyone more powerful than Guo Han!"

At this time, the host announced.

Next, let's welcome Zheng Tingting, a student from the seventh class of the second year of high school, and bring us her poem recitation, everyone is welcome. ”

Zheng Tingting stepped onto the stage step by step.

But the classmates at the bottom are sweating for her.

"Tingting is too dead-eyed. ”

Persuaded her to change the poem, but she was still unwilling. ”

"It's going to be a shame now. ”

"Even his brother will be disgraced. ”

"A layman, how can he understand poetry, or love poetry!"

"Forget it, we persuaded her, and it's her business to lose face!"

On the Internet, many netizens are also worried.

"Don't, it's another girl!"

"Come on, I have to listen to Guo Han's poems again. ”

But Guo Han's poems have all been read. ”

"It's not that Guo Han's poems have been read, it's that all the famous love things have been read, and she can't recite other works at all. ”

"You're going to recite a repetition?

Many parents and classmates are also showing a picture of fatigue.

It's really because Guo Han's poems have been read too many times, and they have long been tired of hearing them.

But there are only a few famous love poems, and it's hard for these little girls to play any tricks.

Almost no one is optimistic about Zheng Tingting, and even the applause is extremely perfunctory, sparse, and the contrast with the previous one is too strong.

However, Zheng Tingting was not affected, she took a breath, closed her eyes, and brewed emotions.

This is what Chu Ming taught her, if you can't have a good voice, put more investment in your actions, and try to make outsiders think that you are very emotionally involved.

However, this adjustment is a bit too late.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Zheng Tingting still didn't say a word.

This made many people in the audience suspicious.

"Why don't you start yet?"

"Don't forget the words. ”

"I don't think there is poetry to read, so I can only be in a hurry. ”

"Why don't you replace her quickly, isn't this a waste of time?"

Just as a teacher was about to come on stage to replace Zheng Tingting, Zheng Tingting suddenly spoke slowly.

"How can I let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this, I have prayed in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging the Buddha to let us form a dusty relationship, and the Buddha turned me into a tree and grew beside the road you must pass. ”

Hearing this opening, everyone's expressions changed.

Because of the beginning of this poem, they have never heard of it!

Is this a new modern poem?

This beginning sounds full of charm at first glance!

Without waiting for everyone to react, they heard Zheng Tingting continue to read.

"Under the sun, cautiously full of flowers, the flowers are the hope of my previous life, when you approach, please listen, the trembling leaves, is the enthusiasm I am waiting for......"

Zheng Tingting recited this paragraph.

The audience was dumbfounded.

The principal and several leaders were even more wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

And Guo Han had an expression like he had seen a ghost, and he didn't realize that the water glass on the table was poured.

In the end, Zheng Tingting slowly opened her eyes, slowed down her speech, and said with a helpless emotion.

"And when you finally walk by in defiance, and fall behind you ......"

"That's not a petal, that's me—a withered heart!"

Zheng Tingting finished reading, and the poem ended.

Yet, even if she didn't continue, the sound of the poetry recitation seemed to echo through the auditorium.

That's not a petal, that's me—a withered heart!

When this sentence is the end, this sentence is the finishing touch, which directly makes everyone tremble.

Unbelievable, unbelievable!

A teenage girl can actually recite such a poem in her mouth, whether it is the way she recites or the content of the poem, it is amazing.

If it weren't for what they saw and heard with their own eyes, no one would have believed that this poem came from the mouth of a girl.

"Thank you, the name of the poem I am reciting is 'A Blossoming Tree.' ”

Zheng Tingting bowed to the audience, which counted as the end of the performance.

But there was no applause.

Even if the previous bad show performance ended, there would be sparse applause, but when Zheng Tingting finished reading the poem, no one in the audience applauded.

Because they were all stunned by this poem.

The audience was all confused by this poem.

The headmaster was dumbfounded!

The judges were dumbfounded!

The host was dumbfounded!

Everyone was still immersed in the poem, completely intoxicated.

The audience in the audience was the first to react, and they also fried the pot directly.

"My Mom!"

"This poem is so beautiful!"

"In order to wait for a love, I begged the Buddha for five hundred years and turned myself into a tree, this artistic conception is simply amazing!"

"Especially the last sentence, it's not a petal, it's my withered heart, it's a divine sentence!"

When I listen to this last sentence, I can taste a kind of pain to sorrow, this method is too delicate. ”

"How come this love poem has never been heard?"

"This poem doesn't mention a single word of love, but it is a whole story about love!"

This poem has reached a level of beauty.

Let these listeners taste this poem, and they are implanted with scenes in their minds, as if they have entered the picture described in the poem.

It's as if they were the tree, the tree full of flowers for love.

Even some of the junior high school students present heard this poem, it was not difficult to understand the artistic conception of it, and they were immediately stunned by the beauty of this picture.