Chu Qing is now in a dilemma. The hosts on the stage have called you to go up and perform, and the audience below have also given applause. If you don’t go on stage, it would be a bit unreasonable...

However, if he is asked to admit in public that he doesn't recognize this word, it will be even more embarrassing, making him like an illiterate person.

If you read it on stage and read it incorrectly, wouldn’t it cause a sensation in the audience?

Chu Qing closed his eyes, and he was not distracted.

"Hey, why haven't Qingzi come on stage yet?"

"Yes, why haven't Qingzi come on stage yet?"

"It's strange."

When the audience saw that Chu Qing did not come on stage to recite like others, they immediately whispered strangely.

Except for a few who knew that this modern poem was very surprising, everyone else said it was inexplicable...

Why didn’t Chu Qing come on stage yet? Is it stage fright or what’s wrong?

"This bastard is planning to plot against you!"

Zhang Tieqiao gritted his teeth and wanted to settle the score with the young man with glasses, but when he was about to clench his fists, Chu Qing suddenly pulled him and shook his head.

Chu Qing opened his eyes and he had a solution.

He originally wanted to pass this level with a low profile and then go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep, but never thought about doing anything.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to do this. Moreover, so many people are here, it's not good to make a fuss. If you want to do it, it's just a matter of doing it afterwards..." Chu Qing suddenly smiled.

"But, Brother Qing, you..."

"It's okay." Chu Qing patted Zhang Tieqiao on the shoulder, then tidied up his clothes, and slowly walked towards the stage. He walked very slowly, but he walked very steadily.

"He actually chose to challenge such a difficult poem, and he was overestimating his ability."

"Yes, so unpopular and so difficult to pronounce. I don't mean that this poem is not good. It is well written, sincere and in line with the history of that era. However, few people recite such unpopular modern poems when reciting."

"Well, it seems that Chu Qing is going to make a fool of himself. He shouldn't follow the radical radical. If he pronounced that way, he would definitely make a joke."

"Wait and watch him joke, by the way, you can connect to the Internet and we will broadcast online!"

"Good idea!"

The audience whispered together.

Chu Qing walked onto the stage and looked at the audience with different colors below. He originally thought that he would be nervous and indifferent to this situation, but when he really came onto the stage, Chu Qing felt very calm.

It is more calm than calm.

He bowed to all the audience, then stood up and looked at everyone...

"Sorry, the homesickness I want to recite is not this homesickness. Well, or, you have never heard of the homesickness I want to recite, so this speech is useless." Chu Qing folded the manuscript, stuffed it into his pocket, and showed a smile on his face.

There is indeed a song about homesickness in his mind, and that song is very suitable for the situation.

Under the stage.

"What? We haven't heard of it? What is Chu Qing going to do!"

"Does he have to read more unpopular poems?"

"No, maybe he is not trying to read poetry, maybe he wants to write original works!"

"Original? He's crazy! He doesn't know that Professor Liu, who is sitting behind us, is a contemporary poet?"

"I think he's really crazy."

Chu Qing's female pinks looked at Chu Qing with worried eyes. They didn't want Chu Qing to be ugly here.

If there was no poet like Professor Liu sitting here, then it would be okay to be original, but Chu Qing was unlucky!

"Hmph, you can't overestimate your ability!" In the corner, the young man with glasses sneered. "It seems that you still think you are not dying fast enough. It seems that after tonight, your reputation at Nanjing University will plummet. Big star? Bah! What!"

Liu Rentang and Professor Li in the backstage pushed their glasses.

"The young people are really arrogant nowadays. They dare to create original works, and they are in front of us..." Professor Li shook his head, "No wonder your girl said that the people in the art club are so impetuous. It turns out that they are really impetuous, a star? Haha, is this a star?"

"Haha." Liu Rentang didn't say anything else. He just looked at Chu Qing and felt a little moved.

When I was young, I was so frivolous, and as a literati, I have been quite arrogant since ancient times.

However, if you have talent to learn, it is frivolous, if you don’t have talent to learn, it is arrogant and arrogant.

As for Liu Feifei, she stared at the stage coldly.

She could never forget that when she was playing the guzheng, the person was just leaning on the chair to sleep, which was very rude.

Now, he actually wanted to create the original...

What a joke?

My father is watching you here, he is simply showing off his skills!

On stage.

Chu Qing exhaled, the lights on the stage were still soft, and he paused to sort out the memories in his mind.

There is indeed a song about nostalgia in my memory, and that song is very emotional and very classic.

I was lucky. Chu Qing had memorized this poem when he was studying before, and he memorized it very well.

He picked up the microphone, regardless of what the people below looked at, said, or even what their eyes looked like.

When he stood on the stage, he felt that nothing was important below.

He remembered the scene when he was in the recording studio, and then he coughed gently. There were some classics that he felt that he could not be blasphemed. Even if he reads, he had to read them carefully.

Perhaps this is a kind of memory of the world before rebirth.

He cleared his throat.

“When I was a kid,

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm here,

Mother is there."

This is a kind of nostalgia. This song "Homesickness" was written by Yu Guangzhong, who has not returned to the mainland for more than 20 years and is deeply homesick in his old residence on Xiamen Street, Taipei...

When I read this poem, I felt it very much and felt it deeply. Although it was only a few short lines, I wrote many things...

Time changes, things change, people change, and there is also a faint sigh.

A poem, a life...

“When you grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow boat ticket.

I'm here,

The bride is there."

Chu Qing closed her glasses and her voice was a little low, and there was no feeling in her low voice.

At this time, the whole audience was silent and the needles could be heard. These people were all literary youths and could hear the taste of this poem.

In the back row, Professor Li, who had just started talking about Chu Qing's flashyness, was stunned.

This poem seems to have some strange feelings...

Could it be...

"Later,

Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mother is inside.”

When Chu Qing got this, he suddenly stopped and closed his eyes. He was brewing. Yes, he was brewing this emotion.

This poem is very light and short, but it is also very heavy. At least the meaning of this poem is very touching.

The audience in the audience had a sense of picture in their minds.

When I was young, when I grew up, when I was middle-aged...

Stamps, boat tickets, brides, mothers, graves.

The literary youths may not feel anything, but Professor Li suddenly felt a sore nose afterwards. Although he was ninja, his eyes were red...

This poem seems to be writing about his experience.

Yes, it was his experience. He wandered all his life and did not settle down in the mainland until his later years. He began to study peacefully.

For him, stability is the real thing.

Liu Rentang was not calm either. He even began to be a little excited. The picture and sense of time of this poem were too strong.

The feeling of homesickness is also very strong.
To be continued...