The party scene.

Teacher Leng's class was whispering.

"With three more shows, Is it my dreamy?"

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

"Mengmeng, let's forget it, there's still a chance next time."

"Yes, I can't read "The Farest Distance in the World" again?"

"These are all poetry recitations. Nowadays, famous love poems have been read by people. I can't find any classic works."

Cao Mengmeng has a very popular relationship with her class, especially those little boys, who like her very much and give advice one by one, but don’t really recommend her to go on stage.

Lily also smiled and said, "Don't go, it's so embarrassing."

Teacher Leng looked at Mengmeng and said, "The famous love poems have indeed been read. No matter other poems, there are nothing more famous classics."

Cao Mengmeng stomped her feet angry, "I just want to recite without paying attention."

Zhang Ye knew that the little guy likes to show off. How long has he been preparing for this day? Mengmeng's temper is as stubborn as herself, and it is impossible not to let her go. When Zhang Ye sighed, he quickly took his mobile phone to check the Internet 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 stood up and squeezed over, pulling Zhang Ye up, "Brother, come with me."

Zhang Ye said in a daze: "Why?"

"Are you here?" Cao Mengmeng pulled him out of the auditorium.

There is a hall outside, with a seating area, and several parents are smoking here.

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

Zhang Yeyangyang on his phone, "I'm not helping you find a suitable love poem?"

Cao Mengmeng stared at her little eyes and said, "You are a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Peking University, and you are still looking for other people's poems? Make any poem for me."

Zhang Ye fainted: "Do you think Dabaicai, you just wrote it?"

"Don't you write every time you write poems? Are they all created on the spot? I don't care anyway, I want you a love poem that cannot be worse than "Birds and Fish". I have to compare that stinky Lily. Did you see her attitude just now? Did you see it? It's so angry." Cao Mengmeng angrily kicked the sofa in the rest area with her feet, which was so cute.

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

"Love, from the perspective of a woman," Cao Mengmeng made a request.

Zhang Ye touched his nose and said depressedly: "It's too late, it's your turn right now, right?"

"I can read it if you can write it," Cao Mengmeng said excitedly: "Brother, you won't be able to write it out, right? It's all fake that the media brags about you?"

Zhang Ye glanced at her and was very fond of this, "I can't write it? Are you kidding me, and you're so funny. Isn't it just a love poem from the female perspective? Wait." As he said that, Zhang Ye took out a pen from his arms, which he had signed for someone with him, "Is there any paper?"

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

Cao Mengmeng couldn't care about so much, so she took the leaflet and "give it"

Zhang Ye sat on the sofa and spread the paper. After thinking about it, he had an idea in his mind. Just this poem, it was from a woman's perspective, and it was a gentle and beautiful love poem. This was not suitable for Zhang Ye. It was useless to hold it in his mind. It was really a waste. Yu Qian saved the third sister. Thinking of this, Zhang Ye no longer hesitated and began to write it. The paper is a real estate leaflet, not very good. However, Zhang Ye had eaten calligraphy skills and experience books, and his handwriting was still relatively good. In just two or three minutes, lines of poems were vividly displayed on the paper.

Written.

Zhang Ye handed her the manuscript, "Look at what words you don't know, I'll tell you how to pronounce it, and there is also the position of the sentence. I'll read it again and you can listen."

Cao Mengmeng nodded very seriously, "Okay"

Five minutes later.

Zhang Ye returned to the auditorium and sat back to his seat.

Cao Mengmeng didn't go back and went straight to the backstage to wait for the stage. The little girl's face was full of joy and excitement. She actually didn't know how good this poem was. With her literary and artistic level and artistic level as a junior high school student, she did not have this kind of appreciation ability, but Cao Mengmeng was full of confidence. Why? No, because this is the poem written by her brother or how awesome the poem written by Zhang Ye was created on the spot today. Cao Mengmeng had seen it on the Internet long ago. It was countless followers and admirers. She understood very well. Even the worst modern poem written by her brother had a total of 400,000 views. Zhang Ye's worst-scoring work was better than the best works of ordinary poets and young literary workers.

Can this song be bad?

Of course it's impossible

Cao Mengmeng jumped and hummed a little song, ready in the background. She couldn't understand the meaning of this poem, but she just read it accordingly.

Inside the venue.

Understage seating area.

Zhang Ye came back, no movement was caused.

Only Teacher Leng looked over and said, "Where is Mengmeng?"

"Go to the backstage." Zhang Ye said.

The middle-aged editor of the newspaper said, "She is really going to read "Birds and Fish" again? Haha, you little sister is really persistent, it's good."

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

Teacher Leng smacked his lips and said, "This cute girl is really, she just doesn't listen to advice."

On stage, the poetry recitation program ended, and they were all performed together.

The female host came up again and said with a smile: "The following program is a poem recitation, performer - Cao Mengmeng, welcome everyone."

The applause was sparse and not very enthusiastic. There was no way, and seven or eight poems were recited in succession. And they were all popular classic love poems that everyone had heard countless times. Even the best poems were, they would be tired of listening to so many of them. Therefore, the teachers, parents and students on the scene all had less enthusiasm. Listening to the next program was the poem recitation. Everyone was not so interested, and many people yawned.

"Another poem?"

"It's boring."

"There are problems with the schedule of this program."

Many people muttered a few words.

Only the people in Teacher Leng’s class were inspired and were very concerned about this recitation.

"Ah, Mengmeng is here"

"Has she really gone?"

"Why didn't the show be cancelled?"

"Meng Meng is really, she's so mean."

"I still have to listen to "Birds and Fish"? I'm dizzy"

Mengmeng's classmates were all laughing and crying, and some were worried about Mengmeng.

Lily was very happy and said with a smile: "Let's listen to me, who recited "Birds and Fish" by Mengmeng and me is good." She recited it first, and she has already gained all the advantages. No matter how good Mengmeng recites, she cannot compare to her, and she will be scolded. After all, she followed the trend of the poem Lily recited, so Lily really hopes that Cao Mengmeng will come on stage to show her ugly words. She can finally see Cao Mengmeng's joke once.

The female host stepped back.

Cao Mengmeng took the stage from the side curtain and walked to the rostrum with small steps. Because the poem was just recited by a taller high school boy, and the microphone was also taller. Cao Mengmeng struggled to tiptoe to reach the microphone and adjusted it downwards.

"Oh" I tripped and almost fell down.

When the female host saw it, she quickly came over to help with a smile.

Mengmeng's actions were very cute, which made many parents in the audience laugh.

"The little girl is so cute."

"Hahahahahaha."

Laughing is mostly kind-hearted.

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

Lily and other classmates stared at the rostrum, and Teacher Leng also looked at Cao Mengmeng with concern. Mengmeng and Lily were both from her class. If the two really said the same poem and ran into each other, she would not look good as the head teacher. The school leader would blame her for not coordinating well.

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

When Teacher Leng saw it, he also noticed, "Have you found a new poem?"

Another student's parent was a lesbian and said, "But all famous love poems have been recited today. What other works can she recite?"

After the microphone was adjusted, Cao Mengmeng stood there quietly and suddenly closed her eyes - this is the recitation technique Zhang Ye taught her. If you don’t know how to express this poem with emotion, then start reciting from the action. At least it will make people feel that you are emotional, which is a trick.

One second...

Three seconds...

Five seconds...

Cao Mengmeng didn't say a word.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Why don't you recite it?"

"Have you forgotten the words?"

The students and parents below looked at each other and wondered.

The principal of No. 15 Middle School also frowned, and the female host was even more so. Just when 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 never be like a climbing trumpet, showing off myself with your high branches; if I love you - I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade of green; it is not only like a fountain, which brings cool comfort all year round; it is not only like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty. Even sunlight, or even spring rain. No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are tightly held on the ground; the leaves are touching each other. Every gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands our words. You have your copper branches, like a knife, like a sword, or like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, or like a heroic torch."

When I read this

The principal was stunned and almost shouted "I'm a sage"
To be continued...