I'm not a big star

Chapter 67 Another Song of Nostalgia

Chu Qing is now caught in a dilemma. The host on the stage called you to perform, and the audience below gave him applause. If you don't go on stage, it will be a bit unjustifiable...

However, it would be even more embarrassing if he were to admit in public that he did not know the word, making him look like an illiterate.

If you read aloud on stage and read it wrong, wouldn't it cause a sensation in the audience?

Chu Qing closed his eyes, he didn't get confused.

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

"Yeah, why hasn't Qingzi come on stage yet?"

"Strange."

Seeing that Chu Qing didn't immediately recite on stage like the others, the audience immediately whispered to each other strangely.

Except for a few who knew that this modern poem was very surprising, everyone else expressed their inexplicability...

Why hasn't Chu Qing come on stage yet?Is it stage fright, or what?
"This bastard is plotting against you!"

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

Chu Qing opened his eyes, he had a solution.

He originally wanted to pass this test in a low-key way, and then go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep, but he never wanted to do anything.

"Forget it, it doesn't make sense to do this, and there are so many people here, it's not good to make trouble, if you want to do it, it's after the fact..." Chu Qing suddenly smiled.

"But, Brother Qing, you..."

"It's okay." Chu Qing patted Zhang Tieqiao's shoulder, adjusted his clothes, and walked slowly towards the stage. He walked slowly, but steadily.

"For such a difficult poem, he still chooses to challenge it. He is really overconfident."

"Yeah, it's so unpopular and awkward. I'm not saying that this poem is bad. This poem is very well written, sincere, and in line with the history of that era. However, few people can recite it when they recite it. Such an unpopular modern poem."

"Well, it seems that Chu Qing is going to make a fool of himself. He can't pronounce it according to the radical radical. If he pronounces it that way, it will definitely make a joke."

"Wait to see his jokes. By the way, you connect to the Internet, and we will broadcast live!"

"good idea!"

The audience whispered to each other.

Chu Qing stepped onto the stage and looked at the diverse audience below. He originally thought that he would be nervous and bewildered in such a situation, but when he actually took the stage, Chu Qing felt very calm.

Rather than calm, it is better to say calm.

He bowed to all the audience, then turned his head and looked directly at everyone...

"Sorry, the nostalgia I want to read is not this nostalgia, um, or, none of you have heard of the nostalgia I want to read, so this speech is useless." Chu Qing folded the manuscript, and then Stuffed it in the pocket, with a smile on his face.

There is indeed a nostalgia song in his mind, and that nostalgia song is very suitable for the occasion.

Below the stage.

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

"Does he want to read more unpopular poems?"

"No, maybe he didn't want to read poetry, maybe he wanted to create something original!"

"Original? He's crazy! To be original on this occasion, doesn't he know that Professor Liu sitting behind us is a contemporary poet?"

"I think he's really crazy."

And Chu Qing's pink girls looked at Chu Qing with worried eyes, they didn't want Chu Qing to make a fool of himself here.

If there is no poet like Professor Liu sitting here, then it doesn't matter if it is original, but Chu Qing is out of luck!

"Hmph, overestimate your own strength!" In the corner, the young man with glasses sneered, "It seems that you still think that you didn't die fast enough. It seems that after tonight, your reputation in Nantah University will plummet, big star? Pooh !what!"

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

"Young people nowadays are really arrogant. They even dare to create something original, and it's in front of us..." Professor Li shook his head, "No wonder your girl said that the people in the art club are so impetuous. Really impetuous, star? Hehe, is this a star?"

"Hehe." Liu Rentang didn't say anything else, he just looked at Chu Qing with emotion.

When I was young, I was so frivolous. Literati, since ancient times, they have always been arrogant.

However, if you have talent and learning, then you are frivolous, if you don't have talent and learning, then you are arrogant and arrogant.

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

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

Now, he wants to be original arrogantly...

Are you kidding me?
My father is looking at you here, it's like playing tricks!

On the stage.

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

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

Fortunately, Chu Qing had memorized this poem when she was studying before, and she memorized it very well.

When he picked up the microphone, he didn't care what the people below looked at or said, or even the look in their eyes.

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

He remembered the scene when he was in the recording studio, and then he coughed lightly.He felt that some classics should not be desecrated, even if they were recited, they must be recited carefully.

Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia for the world before rebirth.

He cleared his throat.

"When I was young,
Nostalgia is a small postage stamp,

I am here,

Mother is over there. "

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

When I read this poem, I felt very emotional and touched deeply. Although there are only a few short lines, there are many things written...

Time changes, things change, and there is a slight sigh.

A poem, a life...

"When I grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,

I am here,

The bride is over there. "

Chu Qing closed her glasses, her voice was a little low, and no emotion could be heard in the low voice.

At this time, the audience was silent, and a needle could be heard. These people were young artists, and they could all hear the flavor of this poem.

In the back row, Professor Li, who had just said that Chu Qing was flashy, was stunned.

This poem, it seems, seems, has some strange touch...

Could it be, could it be...

"Later,

Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside

Mother is inside. "

When Chu Qing got this, he stopped suddenly, then closed his eyes, he was brewing, yes, he was brewing this emotion.

This poem is very light and short, but it is very heavy. At least the meaning in this poem is very emotional.

A sense of picture emerged in the minds of the audience in the audience.

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

Stamps, boat tickets, brides, mothers, graves.

The literary youths may not feel much, but Professor Li behind him suddenly had a sore nose. Although he is a ninja, his eye circles are red...

This poem seems to be writing about his experience.

Yes, it was his experience. He wandered all his life, and it was not until his later years that he settled down in the mainland and began to study safely.

For him, stability is real.

Liu Rentang was not calm either, he even started to get a little excited, the sense of imagery and age in this poem is too strong.

The feeling of homesickness is also very heavy.

"And now,
Nostalgia is a shallow strait,

I am here,

The mainland is over there. "

Chu Qing took a deep breath and read the last sentence in a deeper voice.

When this sentence was read out, everyone in the audience was stunned.

After 1 minute, Chu Qing opened her eyes, then turned around and stepped off the stage.

It was still very quiet, and even the host forgot what lines to say next...

And Professor Li in the last row finally shed tears.

Yes, this poem was written to the bottom of his heart, to the most vulnerable place in his heart.

When he was young, he was wandering overseas, and he was always looking forward to returning to his hometown as soon as possible, and the fallen leaves returning to their roots...

Liu Rentang stood up suddenly and stared at Chu Qing.

He was excited.

This poem is already a classic!
Has ascended to an incredible height!
Yes, incredible heights!
(End of this chapter)