“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!