"Click! Very good, this recording is good, it seems that everyone is in good shape. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info"As the two literature professors finished their lectures, Director Zhao shouted again to stop the recording," Xiao Han. How are you ready, it's time for you to play. As he spoke, Director Zhao looked back at Han Qingya and the three of them who were reading the script in the audience.

"It should be fine, right?" I saw that Chen Chen's gaze was a little evasive.

"I've seen it a few times, and it should be okay." Nie Baoliang was a little indifferent, after all, his age was there, and it was always a little better than the youngest Chen Chen.

"What about you? Miss Han. Hearing Chen Chen's answer, Director Zhao looked at Han Qingya, and asked Han Qingya for the finale for a while.

"No problem, don't worry." Han Qingya was even more indifferent, after all, she had come back to her senses now, and coupled with the stage experience in her previous life, she slowly adapted to it, "You don't have to follow the original words for a while, right?" Han Qingya always felt that this word was a bit dull.

"It's okay, then this section is going to record the three of you on the stage, you don't have to follow this word, as long as you have the bottom in your heart, anyway, we're recording the show, if it's not good once, you can do it again, isn't there tomorrow, today's recording is just our temporary intention, after all, if it's recorded today, tomorrow will be a lot easier." Director Zhao looked at Han Qingya's indifferent appearance, and couldn't help but be surprised, in his opinion, after all, Han Qingya was also recording a show for the first time, and it was inevitable to be nervous, and this recording was also with the idea of familiarity, but he didn't expect this Han Qingya to be so atmospheric.

"Since, it's all right, then I'm going to make your appearance in a while, if you can record the beginning smoothly today, there won't be anything to record tomorrow, it's just a script." Director Zhao pondered for a while, "After a while, Chen Chen will enter first, and Xiao Nie, you can take a look at the dictionary." ”

"Okay, Director Zhao." Nie Baoliang agreed slowly.

"Okay, since it's all right, let's all work hard and try to finish tomorrow's opening recording." Director Zhao clapped his hands and said loudly, "All departments are ready, Chen Chen, you go backstage to prepare for the appearance." ”

"Uh-huh, let's go." Chen Chen heard Director Zhao's order, and hurriedly followed a field manager to the backstage.

"Okay, all in place, get ready!" Director Zhao took a deep breath, "Let's go!" ”

Well, with Director Zhao's words, the lights on the field turned on again......

"Here is the third place in the online voting of this "Poetry Conference", Chen Chen!"

But I saw Chen Chen slowly walking to the center of the stage, although it was the first time to record a show, Chen Chen also had his own pride, Chinese culture can indeed make people confident.

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Chen." When Chen Chen stood in the middle of the scene, he introduced himself a little nervously, but he was not as nervous as everyone thought, "It's an honor to participate in this "Chinese Classical Poetry Conference", and I didn't expect that I would stand out among so many seniors......

With the recording of the show, Chen Chen became more and more confident.

"See, even Chen Chen can be so calm, what are you afraid of." Seeing Chen Chen's recording scene, Liu Dongxu comforted Han Qingya on the side.

"I know, I'm not nervous." Han Qingya looked at Chen Chen on the stage, "A local native can be so confident, it doesn't make sense that I can't!" Then he cheered himself up.

"Papapapa......" As Chen Chen's recording ended, thunderous applause rang out on the field again.

"Director?" The field attendants on the side looked at the calm Director Zhao.

"Go on, isn't that good, don't you have to stop." Director Zhao smiled comfortably, originally he thought that he would have to jam the machine many times before he could record successfully, but now it seems that it is not necessary, "Xiao Han, you go backstage and prepare, it will be your turn after Nie Baoliang comes on the stage, we have to rely on you to finale!" ”

"Oh, I'll go." Hearing Director Zhao say this, Han Qingya hurriedly agreed. followed the field staff to the backstage.

"Hello everyone, I'm Nie Baoliang......"

Listening to Nie Baoliang's self-introduction at the front desk, Han Qingya's mind was purified at this time, and "Huhu ......" took a deep breath again.

"Next, I would like to introduce to you the upcoming one, who is also the online voting champion of our "Poetry Conference", Miss Han Qingya, who is known as the immortal!" Wang Qing said affectionately into the video recorder, "The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark." As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? A song "Queqiao Immortal" is full of lovesickness, and it also adds some ancient rhyme to our Qixi theme poetry conference, and the subsequent "Queqiao Immortal" incident has triggered our deep thinking about the education system. Won the applause of all walks of life in China, let us solemnly invite the champion of this "Chinese Classical Poetry Conference", Han Qingya, who is known as the immortal, Miss Han! ”

"Bang Bang ......"

"Whew, whew!" Han Qingya adjusted her state again.

"Hello everyone, I am Han Qingya, the sea is boundless as the shore, the mountain is the peak, I am honored to participate in this "Chinese Classical Poetry Conference", and I am also proud to be the champion of this poetry conference, thank you for your support." Han Qingya said loudly.

"Well, what a 'the sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain climbs to the top of the mountain, I am the peak.'" It is worthy of being an immortal! Hearing this, not only the applause in the audience thundered, but even Zhao Bo, a professor at the Faculty of Arts at Mizuki University, couldn't help but blurt out.

"'The sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain reaches the top as the peak.' Yes, it is worthy of being an immortal, and it is worthy of being the champion of this poetry conference, so Sister Han Qingya, as the overall champion of this time, do you have anything to say to everyone? At this time, Wang Qing also picked up Zhao Bo's words.

"Actually, I don't have anything to say, this poetry conference has made me know a lot of like-minded seniors, and I have learned a lot of knowledge that I have not been exposed to before, you know, I am still in high school, and poetry is also knowledgeable about the usual preferences, through this competition, I really learned a lot of things, and I also experienced the charm of Chinese culture." Han Qingya thought about those acceptance speeches in her previous life and summed it up.

"Yes, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, our poetry conference this time not only has our sixteen-year-old brother Chen Chen, but also a sister Han Qingya who is in high school." This time, Wang Qing sincerely sighed.

"I don't know if you're interested in applying for our college, I can personally customize the subject for you." At this time, Zhao Bo on the side couldn't help but start throwing out his olive branch.

"Hey, hey, hey! Pay attention to your admissions, this is recording a show! Wang Qing is worthy of being the pillar of national television, and one sentence made the hundreds of audiences present laugh dumbly.

"It's Teacher Zhao, have we agreed to the Beijing Normal University, you are so blatantly tempting our immortals!" Shi Jingxiang on the side also said.

"Hey, hey, hey! This can be recorded! If you want to talk about it privately, right, Sister Qingya. Wang Qing stepped forward and took Han Qingya's hand.

"Thank you two teachers, I'll think about it carefully when I go home, but Sister Wang is right, I'm still recording the show, let's go back to the topic." No one would think that Han Qingya was arrogant of her talent, after all, she was only a high school student now.

"Okay, let's get down to business, I don't know if Sister Qingya has any knack for writing poetry, but you have made so many high-quality poems." Wang Qing asked a question that everyone was curious about at the right time.

"Yes!" Han Qingya said immodestly. Sister is a traverser, and the poems are all copied, of course they are of high quality! Han Qingya thought proudly.

"Oh? There really is! I don't know, can Sister Qingya share it? Wang Qing didn't expect to be asked by her about something.

"Okay, I made a poem called "Poetry Rhyme", which is specially used to practice composing poems." Han Qingya made a big move, and continued without waiting for Wang Qing to ask, "Heaven to earth, rain to wind." Continents against the sky. Mountain flowers to sea trees, red sun to the sky. The thunder is faint and foggy. The sun goes down against the sky. The wind is high and the autumn moon is white, and the rain is red at sunset. The cow girl is about the two star rivers, and the two Yao fights in the west and the east. In October, the sassy frost frightened the brigade; On the Sandong River, the long snow is cold and the fish are ......"

Bang bang, bang bang......

There was thunderous applause again.