The scene of the party.

Teacher Leng's class is whispering.

"There are three more shows and it will be cute, right?"

"This show is almost over, it's too late. ”

"Mengmeng, forget it, there will be a chance next time. ”

"yes, you can't read 'The World's Farthest Distance' again, can you?"

"These are all poetry recitations, and now the famous love poems have been read, and I can't find any classic works. ”

Cao Mengmeng is very popular with the class, especially those little boys, they all like her very much, and they all give advice one by one, and they don't think she is on stage.

Lily also smiled: "Don't go, what a shame." ”

Teacher Leng looked at Meng Meng and said: "The famous love poems have indeed been read, and no matter how many other poems, there are no famous classics." ”

Cao Mengmeng stomped her feet angrily, "I'm going to recite!

Zhang Ye knows that the little guy is a person who likes to be in the limelight, and he doesn't know how long he has been preparing for this day, Meng Meng's temper is as stubborn as himself, and it is impossible not to let her go. Zhang Ye sighed, so he hurriedly took his mobile phone and checked it for her to see if there were any suitable love poems.

As a result, Cao Mengmeng suddenly looked at Zhang Ye, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she got up and squeezed over, pulling Zhang Ye up alive and dead, "Brother, you come with me!"

Zhang Ye was stunned and said, "What are you doing?"

"You're coming!" Cao Mengmeng pulled him out of the auditorium.

Outside is the hall with a lounge area where several parents smoke.

Cao Mengmeng found a place where no one was, and looked at Zhang Ye directly with small eyes, "Brother, sister, I'm in trouble, you can't ignore me!"

Zhang Ye raised his mobile phone, "Aren't I helping you find the right love poem." ”

Cao Mengmeng glared at the little beads and said, "You are a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Peking University, and you still use other people's poems?"

Zhang Ye fainted: "What do you think about the cabbage, just write it?"

"Doesn't every time you write a poem? Isn't it all written on the spot? I don't care! Anyway, I want a love poem from you! It can't be worse than "The Bird and the Fish"! I have to compare that stinky Lily! Did you see her attitude just now? Did you see it? It's so infuriating!" Cao Mengmeng kicked the sofa in the rest area with her foot angrily, it was so cute.

Zhang Ye was helpless, "Then what kind of poem do you want?"

"Love, from a woman's point of view!" Cao Mengmeng asked.

Zhang Ye touched his nose and said depressedly: "It's too late, it's time for you soon, right?"

"It's too late! I can read it if you can write it!" Cao Mengmeng said excitedly: "Brother, you can't write it, right?

Zhang Ye glanced at her, very appreciative, "I can't write it, are you joking with me, funny, isn't it just a love poem from a female perspective, you wait!" As he spoke, Zhang Ye took out a pen from his arms, which he carried with him to sign it, "Is there any paper?"

There was a seller's flyer on the table, and the back was white.

Cao Mengmeng couldn't manage it so much, so she took the leaflet over, "Give!"

Zhang Ye sat on the sofa and laid out the paper, after thinking about it for a while, he already had an idea in his head, just this poem, anyway, it is from a woman's perspective, and it is a soft and beautiful love poem, this is not suitable for Zhang Ye, it is useless for him to hold it in his head, it is really a waste, just save the third sister. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye no longer hesitated, and began to use the brush to write, the paper is a real estate leaflet, not very good, but Zhang Ye has eaten the calligraphy skills experience book, the handwriting is still relatively good-looking, in just two or three minutes, lines of poetry jumped on the paper.

It's written.

Zhang Ye handed her the manuscript, "Look at any words you don't know, I'll tell you how to read them, and the position of the broken sentence, I'll read it again and you listen." ”

Cao Mengmeng nodded very seriously, "Okay!"

Five minutes later.

Zhang Ye returned to the auditorium and sat back in his place.

Cao Mengmeng didn't go back, she went directly to the backstage and waited for the show, the little girl's face at the moment was full of joy and excitement, how good this poem is, she actually doesn't know, with her literary and artistic level as a junior high school student, she doesn't have this kind of appreciation, but Cao Mengmeng is full of confidence, why? No, because this is a poem written by her brother! How awesome is the poem written by Zhang Ye, Cao Mengmeng has already seen it from the Internet, it is countless followers and thousands of admirers, she understands very well, even if it is the worst modern poem written by her brother, there are four or five hundred thousand hits, Zhang Ye's worst work is better than the best works of ordinary poets and small literary workers!

Can this song be bad?

Of course not!

Cao Mengmeng was jumping up and humming a little song, ready in the background, she couldn't understand the meaning of the poem, but she just had to read it!

……

Inside the field.

Understage seating area.

Zhang Ye came back and didn't cause any movement.

Only Teacher Leng looked over, "What about Meng Meng?"

"Let's go backstage. Zhang Ye said.

The middle-aged editor of the newspaper said, "Is she really going to read "Birds and Fish" again? Hehe, your little sister is really persistent, not bad." ”

Zhang Ye smiled vaguely, "I don't know either." ”

Teacher Leng smacked his lips and said, "This cute cute, really, just don't listen to persuasion." ”

On stage, the program of this poetry recitation also ended, and it was all a performance gathered together.

The hostess came up again and said with a smile: "The next program, poetry recitation, performer-Cao Mengmeng, everyone is welcome." ”

The applause is sparse, not very enthusiastic, no way, seven or eight consecutive poetry recitations are lined up together, and they are all popular classic love poems that everyone has heard countless times, even if it is a good poem, you will get tired of listening to so much, so the teachers, parents and students on the scene are enthusiastic and tired, listening to the next program or poetry recitation, everyone is not so interested, and many people yawn.

"Poetry again?"

"It's boring. ”

"There's a problem with the scheduling of this show. ”

A lot of people muttered a few words.

Only the people in Teacher Leng's class raised their spirits and cared about this recitation.

"Ah, it's cute!"

"Did she really go?"

"Why didn't you cancel the show?"

"Meng Meng is really, too dead-eyed. ”

"Do you still have to listen to "Birds and Fish" again?

Mengmeng's classmates couldn't cry or laugh, and some people were worried about Mengmeng.

Lily was very happy, and said with a smile: "When the time comes, everyone listen, the "Birds and Fish" recited by me and Mengmeng is good." "She recited first, and she has already occupied all the advantages, even if Mengmeng recites well, it is impossible to compare with her, and she will be scolded, after all, it is a poem recited by Lily, so Lily really hopes that Cao Mengmeng will come to the stage to show her ugliness, she can finally watch Cao Mengmeng's jokes once!

The hostess stepped back.

Cao Mengmeng took the stage from the side curtain, and walked to the rostrum with small steps, because the poem just now was a tall boy from high school, and the microphone was also relatively high, Cao Mengmeng struggled to tiptoe to reach the microphone, and adjusted it down.

"Oops!" he stumbled and almost fell.

When the hostess saw it, she hurriedly smiled and came over to help.

The cute action is very cute, but it amused many parents in the audience.

"The little girl is so cute. ”

"Hehehehehehe. ”

Laughter, mostly well-intentioned.

Zhang Ye also smiled and looked at the third sister on the stage expectantly.

Lily and the other classmates stared at the rostrum, Teacher Leng also looked at Cao Mengmeng worriedly, Mengmeng and Lily are both from her class, if the two really said the same poem and collided, she would not look good as a class teacher, and the school leaders would blame her for not coordinating.

The middle-aged parent of the newspaper snorted and said to Zhang Ye: "Your sister was very anxious just now, why is she so confident now?"

Teacher Leng looked at it and noticed it, "Have you found a new poem?"

Another student's parent, a lesbian, said, "But the famous love poems have been read out today, what other works can she recite?"

The microphone was adjusted, Cao Mengmeng stood there quietly, and suddenly closed her eyes - this is the recitation technique taught by Zhang Ye to her, if you don't know how to use feelings to express this poem, then enter the recitation from the action, so that at least it will make people feel that you are with feelings, which is an opportunistic trick.

One second......

Three seconds......

Five seconds......

Cao Mengmeng didn't say a word.

"Eh, what's this for?"

"Why don't you read it?"

"Did you forget the words?"

The students and parents below looked at each other in wonder.

The principal of the fifteenth middle school also frowned, and the hostess was even more so, just as she was about to go up to remind Cao Mengmeng, just as Teacher Leng and the classmates in the class were worried......

Cao Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes.

"If I love you - I will not be like a climbing flower, showing off by your high branches, if I love you - I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade, not only like a spring, sending cool solace all year round, nor like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight, even spring rain. No, that's not enough! I have to be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots, clinging to the ground, and the leaves, touching the clouds. We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words. Thou hast thy branches of brass and iron, like knives, like swords, and like halberds, and I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like a torch of valor. ”

When I read this!

The principal was already stunned!

Teacher Leng and the middle-aged editor of the newspaper were also dumbfounded!

Then more and more parents and teachers from the 15th middle school gradually stared at each other dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost!

Cao Mengmeng recited:

"We share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts. ”

"We share the haze, the drift, the haze. ”

"It's like being separated forever, but they're always together. ”

"This is the great love, and the steadfastness is here!"

"Love—"

"I don't just love your majestic body. ”

"Love the position you hold on to, too. ”

"The ground under your feet. ”