I don’t believe, that my life is worse than others!
I don’t believe, that I have no one bit of talent!
I don’t believe, that I’m destined to be a lowly person!
I don’t believe, that my songs will be left unanswered forever!
Today, Zhang Ye’s cry had reached far and wide, and he had received everyone’s response. He had achieved what he had always been wishing for and looking forward to. He wanted his cry to reach further in the future. This was the path that he was determined to follow. He was extremely determined to stay on this path!
“Hello, everyone.” Zhang Ye wore a smile as he spoke into the microphone, “Today is a very special public lecture class. We have many school leaders present, as well as many teachers and seniors from the literary and history worlds. There are even a number of reporter comrades here. As a Peking University elective class lecturer, I feel very flattered and surprised, but still, I welcome everyone here. Because of some special circumstances, the school leaders requested that I change the style of my public lecture a bit. I have agreed to it, so I will distribute a few microphones out into the audience, some for my students, and some for the experts of the literary world. As the auditorium is quite big, I wouldn’t be able to hear your questions otherwise.”