"Hello everyone, I am Yang Lan from Class 8, Grade 3."
Just as Yang Lan introduced herself, there was another commotion in the audience.
Yang Lan took a deep breath. This was the first time Yang Lan had acted in front of so many people. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. But looking at the encouragement sent to him by Yang Bei on the phone screen, Yang Lan decided to be brave.
to face everyone.
Now that I have chosen to stand here, holding the microphone tightly in my hand, I can no longer run away.
Yang Lan cast her eyes towards the judges' seat. Although the judges and teachers were not very optimistic about Yang Lan, at this moment, Yang Lan only had one feeling in her eyes - determination.
Tian Yuan, who was standing in the audience, did not notice Yang Lan's change. Now she only wanted Yang Lan to recite. Now she didn't care whether she would be at the bottom of the class. Since she had persisted until this point, she had to complete the task.
Several roommates were also nervously holding each other's hands in the audience. They knew that when Yang Lan came on stage, he temporarily put down the manuscript given by the class teacher, and they didn't know how Yang Lan was going to deal with it.
Yang Lan is not good at writing poetry. This is something that all the roommates know. At first, a few of them made a fuss about letting Yang Lan participate in the poetry conference. It was just a joke. However, they did not expect that the class representative Mo Han would temporarily suffer from physical reasons.
And can't participate...
Yang Lan stood on the stage without saying a word.
Looking at Yang Lan, everyone in the audience became even more restless. The whole venue was a little noisy for a while, and everyone almost forgot that Yang Lan was still standing in the center of the stage.
The uncaring classmates in the audience put even more pressure on Yang Lan. Yang Lan had no choice but to close her eyes gently, silently cheering herself up in her heart.
"Today, I want to bring you an original poem - "Beautiful Campus"."
After Yang Lan opened her eyes, she slowly spoke.
After everyone heard Yang Lan's voice, they all shut up. Almost everyone present turned their eyes to Yang Lan.
But at this time, Yang Lan was no longer as nervous as she had just been on stage. She just paused and continued to recite.
"Spring on campus is like the delicate stamens of flowers. The flowers that wake up at this time spit out their fragrance. The long hibernation accumulates energy, giving the campus in spring the breath of life..."
Yang Lan had just finished reciting the first paragraph, and everyone present was stunned, especially the head teacher Tian Yuan.
Tianyuan never expected that Yang Lan did not read the poem he had written on the spur of the moment. Not only that, although Yang Lan had just finished reading the first paragraph of the poem, the beauty of the poem had already been revealed.
Incisively and vividly.
Turning around to look at the teachers on the judges' bench, they also changed their dismissive attitude. They originally thought that Yang Lan was just a contestant who was just pretending to be a contestant. However, as soon as Yang Lan opened his mouth, several teachers were impressed.
.
Several teachers exchanged glances with each other. It seemed that no one expected that Yang Lan could recite such a beautiful poem.
The students in the audience all forgot what they had just complained about. Yang Lan's timid appearance after coming on stage made everyone think that Yang Lan would never have any good poems. However, now
Yang Lan proved her strength to everyone with facts.
Among everyone present, only Yang Lan's roommates were not shocked. They were more happy and excited than surprised.
They originally thought that Yang Lan would make a fool of herself in front of the whole school this time, and it was all the fault of them. They had even thought about how to apologize to Yang Lan.
However, what is surprising is that Yang Lan not only did not make a fool of himself in front of everyone, but also read a very beautiful and beautiful poem.
"Xiaolan, come on!"
"Xiaolan, you are great, come on, keep reciting!"
Several roommates danced in the audience and made gestures to Yang Lan on the stage, hoping that she would continue to recite.
After Yang Lan recited the first paragraph, she saw that the reaction of everyone in the audience was relatively dull. She felt a little unsure, fearing that everyone was silent because her poem was too ordinary.
However, after seeing the reactions of several roommates, Yang Lan seemed to have gained confidence. She nodded slightly, responded to several roommates, then cleared her throat and continued to recite.
"The summer on campus is like blooming flowers, which have been washed away by thunderstorms and become stronger. At this time, the spring rain is like a girl, protecting the flowers and giving the summer campus a jumping note.
Autumn on campus is like ripe fruits, harvesting mature fruits, and happiness echoing in the campus. Wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs, giving the autumn campus a sweet smile..."
Yang Lan continued to recite the last two paragraphs of the poem. Listening to these last two paragraphs, the students present even closed their eyes. Listening to Yang Lan's recitation, it was as if they were immersed in the scene.
In Yang Lan's beautiful poems, I almost forgot that there was still a poetry competition going on in the venue.
Tianyuan stood in the audience, even more surprised.
I originally thought that it was definitely a mistake to send Yang Lan as the class representative to participate in the poetry conference. After all, the poetry conference was about to start just now, and Yang Lan still hadn’t written anything. Tianyuan had already made plans to write in the poetry conference this time.
The bottom one in the conference is ready...
However, now Yang Lan's performance is unexpectedly good, Tian Yuan even doubts himself, fearing that this is all just a dream.
Tianyuan secretly turned his head and looked at the teachers at the judges' table.
I saw that the surprise of several teachers at the beginning had turned into shock. From the beginning of the poetry competition until now, the poems written by every contestant could not be compared with this poem.
This made several judges and teachers a little surprised. They couldn't believe that this poem was really written by the student in front of them. However, this poem is indeed an original poem. If it was not written by Yang Lan, it would not be better.
explained...
"I didn't expect that sending Yang Lan as the representative of our class to participate in the poetry conference would be a mistake."
Tian Yuan turned around and found that the Chinese teacher had stood behind him at some point. The Chinese teacher had a beaming smile on his face, as if he was very proud of Yang Lan's performance on the stage.
"Yeah, I really didn't expect that Yang Lan would have such literary talent!"
Tian Yuan also nodded and praised Yang Lan.
Before this, Tianyuan really didn't expect that Yang Lan would perform like this. After all, Yang Lan had never shown herself in this area. If it weren't for this poetry conference that sent her to the stage, she would probably have been there until graduation.
Tianyuan would never have discovered that Yang Lan had such literary talent.