"Now there are more and more teenagers and girls dreaming of stardom, and the competition is becoming more and more fierce, although there are so many people, but as long as you can let go and release your temperament, you still have a great chance. ”

With Mr. Wang's encouragement, Xia Ritian entered the interview hall.

She smiled and glanced at the three interview teachers present, which contained the signs of producer, screenwriter, and assistant director.

"Hello teachers, I'm Xia Ritian, I hope you can give me a lot of advice. ”

Xia Ritian tried hard to let go of herself, she said to herself to be confident, confident in her aura and temperament, but she still didn't forget her humility.

The most important thing in this society is the handsome guy and beauty, the appearance is medium, makeup is a beauty, no matter how bad, you can also go to plastic surgery, no matter how ordinary a face can become bright and moving, and the connotation of one can reflect the real difference between people, some young people's so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, in fact, they are arrogant and frivolous, and they feel that Lao Tzu is the first in the world when they are only children at home, and everyone else has to spoil her or him.

The three interview teachers had seen too many conceited boys and girls like that, and this girl spoke very pleasantly.

this world.

A woman's smile is the most beautiful.

But if a woman laughs contrivedly, it is disgusting.

These interviewers have also seen too many beautiful women in the entertainment industry, and they can tell it at a glance.

After Xia Tian entered the interview, she smiled sincerely, it was like a lotus blooming smile, and it seemed to be a shallow smile as soft as the sparkling lake water in spring, elegant and decent, the smile was very sincere, and the impression score was added a lot.

But is she just a vase, or is there something really different?

"Xia Tian Sensei, please start your performance. The interview examiner said.

"Okay, teacher, I'll recite a poem "If I Were a Drop of Water."

"If I were a drop of water, I would become the morning dewdrop, moisturizing the newly awakened life. ”

The sweet recitation of the summer, with a beautiful timbre, and watery eyes affectionately revealed, as if she had really turned into a drop of dew, nourishing the hearts of these interviewers.

"If I were a drop of water, I would wait quietly in the night, waiting for the first rays of the morning sun to pour into my heart and warm the people walking on both sides with my faint light. ”

The interviewers all closed their eyes, as if they were really in the middle of the night, there was a strange feeling that the night gave me black eyes, and I was looking for light, and then the morning came, and the light shone on the earth.

"If I were a drop of water, I would fall into thirsty fields, secluded valleys, dense forests, giving them encouragement to grow. ”

If I were a drop of water, I would quietly open the door of my dream in the silent night, silently look at you in my sleep, and then leave quietly.

If I were a drop of water, I would slowly flow out of the corners of your eyes and slide down to your face when you were sad, and smile happily at the last moment of my life.

If I were a drop of water, I would use my crystal body to illuminate the dark road and accompany you through this dark road.

If I were a drop of water, I would become a clear spring in the desert and rescue you who were lost at this time.

If I were a drop of water, I would melt into the heart of authority, and use my crystal body to illuminate the sky bluer and more beautiful.

"The affectionate and beautiful recitation, it feels okay, but, I don't think it moved our judges, at least we don't feel the shock of the heart, we need to see your explosive things, can you show it?"

The assistant director spoke, and Xia Ritian brewed his emotions for a while.

Thinking of these days, her efforts to make herself excellent, the hardships she has endured, the difficulties she has suffered, and her stubborn efforts, she opened her hands and looked at the ceiling, as if there was an angry sea in front of her.

On the vast sea, strong winds gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it rushed straight at the clouds, and it cried out—and in the brave cries of the birds, the clouds heard joy.

In this shout – full of longing for the storm! In this shout the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of passion, and the confidence of victory.

The seagulls moaned before the storm – groaning, they flew across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea......

The sea ducks were moaning, too, – they could not enjoy the joy of life's battles: the rumbling thunder frightened them.

Stupid penguin, timidly hiding his fat body under a cliff...... Only the haughty petrel, bravely, freely, flies on the foaming sea!

The start was pretty smooth!

But as the poem entered **, the tone of Summer Sweet became more and more urgent, and the voice suddenly increased by a degree.

The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down towards the sea.

The waves are monstrous!

The wind roars...... Thunder roared...... Piles of dark clouds, like black flames, burned on the bottomless sea.

The waves cried out in angry droplets, contending with the wind.

The wind clung to the waves and threw them viciously against the cliffs, smashing the chunks of jade into dust and splinters.

The petrel screamed and flew, like black lightning, through the clouds like arrows, its wings sweeping the droplets of the waves.

Behold, it flies like a fairy, a haughty, black stormy elf,—— it laughs, and it howls...... It laughs at the clouds, it cries out for joy!

This sensitive spirit,—— which had long heard of fatigue in the wrath of the thunder, was convinced that the clouds could not hide the sun, yes, not the sun!

The wind roars...... Thunder roared......

Piles of dark clouds, like cyan flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

The storm is coming! This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of lightning, and this is the prophet of victory shouting......"

Why do difficulties keep befalling me?

Why is there so much injustice in the world?

But! So what! What if you are broken! This is the path I have chosen! I will not back down! I am not afraid!

"Let the storm come harder!"

The explosive power of a little girl is vividly expressed in this poem, which shocked the hearts of the judges present.

Even the blood seems to be hot!

The screenwriter listened to it stupidly!

The producer also got goosebumps!

The assistant director was speechless at this time, and he didn't even say a word!

Just now, it seemed that it was him or a performer, and she seemed to have become Haiyan.

This girl has a fighting spirit in her bones, and she has the strength to work hard to recite this Haiyan so well.

So Xia Ritian passed the interview and came to the audition in Tong'an Film and Television City, Xia City.

Then the audition also passed.

Now she is incarnated as Princess Daming and is under the peony tree.