Chapter 291: It’s Zhang Ye!
On stage.
Cao Mengmeng stopped. The poem had ended!
But the echo, the melody. It was as if all of it still resonated in the hall.
“Love—I love not only your stateliness, but also your firm stand, the earth beneath you.”
It was difficult to imagine that such a poem came out from the mouth of a girl this young in age. Even the recital technique alone was mature beyond her years! The students and parents off stage were all stunned in silence. Before, even when the singing and dancing performances were not good, everyone would applaud to give their children encouragement, but when it came to Cao Mengmeng’s recital, not a clap could be heard!
Because the audience were all stunned into silence when they heard her poem!
The Principal stood in silence, the female host also froze on stage!
Everyone below stage were blown out of their minds!
“Holy sh*t!”
“What poem was that!?”
“This poem’s too exquisite!”
“Right, not only the words. It’s also the emotional details!”
“How have I never heard of this poem before? What’s the name of this poem?”
“I don’t know either. I’ve never heard of it, whose work is this?”
A few teachers from the high school were wondering. They could not believe their ears. Why? How could they not know the name of such an exemplary love poem that rippled through everyone’s hearts?
The parents also started talking about it.
“Who is that little girl?”
“I think her name’s Mengmeng. She recited it so well.”
“Recited well, but what’s even better is the poem!”
“Which master’s work is that? Why don’t I have any impression of it!?”
The adults present had felt the deep love contained in the poem’s words. It was so beautiful that those who heard it felt like they had a beautiful image injected directly into their minds. They felt that they had been transported into the poem and that they were that tree themselves.
Even those who were not adults, amongst the middle and high school students, a portion of them had stunned faces. It was obvious that they had been stunned by this beautiful love poem that they had never heard of before.
“Wah! Mengmeng’s great!”
“Mengmeng’s too awesome!”
“This poem’s really beautiful! The love it describes gives everyone so much hope!”
“Go to hell! This is what you call a love poem! It’s 18000 times more powerful than the modern poetry that we have in our textbooks!”
Suddenly, someone took the lead!
Bba Bba Bba Bba! A wave of applause rang out!
Some students, who did not understand, also clapped along blindly, but many of the parents and teachers and also the school’s leaders had understood and felt the deep emotions of the poem. Some of the parents and teachers stood up as they continued clapping, leaving the fiercest applause for Cao Mengmeng!
The applause was too loud!
The entire hall was enveloped in a deafening sound!
This was the loudest applause heard since the New Year party started!
……
Over here.
Teacher Leng and many of their class’ students and parents were tongue-tied.
The head teacher of the fifth class in front of them suddenly stood up and looked around. He spotted Teacher Leng not far from him and immediately asked, “Teacher Leng, what poem is this?” He, too, was also a language teacher and head teacher. He was not of the same year as Teacher Leng, so he felt ashamed that he had never heard of such a modern poem despite being a language teacher. He was too unprofessional. How could he not know of such an awesome love poem?
Hearing that, Teacher Leng said with wry smile, “I’m not sure either.”
“Ah?” The head teacher from Class 5 said, “Isn’t Mengmeng a student from your class?”
“Yes, but I…..don’t have any impression of this poem.” Teacher Leng thought of a student’s parent who might know. She turned towards the newspaper editor, “Brother Yang, you’ve seen more literary works than we have, what is the origin of this poem?”
But Brother Yang also laughed in ridicule, then said gravely, “I can solemnly say that I’ve never heard this love poem before. If it appeared before, it can’t be that no one has heard of it. I suspect…..could it be that it is an original composition?”
Mengmeng’s classmates were stunned!
“Original composition?”
“It was written by Mengmeng herself?”
“Knowing that there was a conflict in the line-up, she wrote it just then?”
“Impossible! Mengmeng’s never passed her language class more than a few times!”
Teacher Leng was getting dizzy. How could a middle school student, who had seldom passed her language classes, come up with such a moving and impressive poem? She wouldn’t believe it even if it killed her!
So what happened?
What’s the situation that led to this?
This included the Principal and a few school Leaders, who were perplexed. They stared towards the stage at Cao Mengmeng. They were filled with extreme interest!
Could it really be that the child had written this on h