All eyes immediately fell on Zhang Yi Xing.
Zhang Yixing knew that now was not the time to be nervous about the performance, so he let people look at him openly and said hello very politely: "Hello uncle, hello brother, hello sister..."
"Hey, good, good!"
“Good image!”
"The sound is pretty good too!"
"Well, it's very stable, there's a typhoon!"
Director Liu nodded with satisfaction and gave a look to the young woman next to him.
The woman understood, looked for it from a pile of documents in her arms, and pulled out a page. She walked over and handed the page to Zhang Yixin, "Little writer, this is the poem you want to recite. Read it first." For a moment, if there’s a word you don’t know, just ask me, and I’ll teach you how to recite it later.”
"Okay, thank you sister!" Zhang Yixing agreed, took the paper, and took a look at the work ID hanging on the woman's chest, knowing that the woman's name was Sun Yawen.
Zhang Yixing looked back and unfolded the paper in his hand. It turned out to be "I Love This Land" by Ai Qing.
It’s really difficult for the children! Zhang Yixing joked in his heart.
On the way here, Zhang and his party had inquired clearly. According to previous arrangements, this kind of children's program usually selects actors and programs from the city's Children's Palace. In addition, some primary and secondary schools, kindergartens, and art schools in the city recommend programs as Replenish.
Like this time, people were directly selected from the schools in the villages and towns below, and someone was designated to participate in the performance. It was not unheard of in previous years, but it was very rare.
The main reason why Zhang Yixing was selected was because he was a well-known "celebrity".
"Weiyuan, Shiyao, are you two ready?"
Over there, Director Liu asked the two children on the stage. Seeing them nodding, he said, "Okay, let's continue rehearsing!"
Wang Weiyuan and Han Shiyao walked onto the stage from both sides of the stage with microphones in hand.
Wang Weiyuan: "Send away the gentle breeze of May."
Han Shiyao: "Welcome the warm sunshine of June."
Wang Weiyuan: "June is our festival. On this day, we dance to our heart's content."
Han Shiyao: "June is our festival. On this day, we sing to our heart's content."
Together: "Sing the great motherland! Sing the colorful childhood! Shining childhood! Childlike innocence goes to the party!~~~"
…
Zhang and his party listened carefully and knew that these two people who looked like junior high school students were the hosts of this show. They were both outstanding in spirit and appearance.
When Sun Yawen saw Zhang Yixing's attention diverted from the page, he thought he was in trouble, so he leaned forward and asked, "How about Yixing, if you don't know any words, just tell me!"
Zhang Yixing shook his head, "No, I know them all."
Sun Yawen patted Zhang Yixin on the head and said, "It's really amazing. Then listen to me recite it in its entirety first, and then I'll teach you every word!"
"Well, okay!" Zhang Yixing agreed.
Because there were two young hosts rehearsing in the hall, Sun Yawen deliberately lowered his voice, but still began to recite with great emotion:
"If I were a bird,
I should also sing with my hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This river of sorrow and indignation always surges with us,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest...
- and then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply..."
"Sister is great!" After hearing Sun Yawen finish reciting, Zhang Yixing clapped his hands gently.
Sun Yawen laughed softly, "How about you come and give it a try, walk through the whole thing first and take a look!"
"Okay!" Zhang Yi Xing nodded in agreement.
The result was that two minutes later, Sun Yawen's eyes widened. She looked at Zhang Yixin in disbelief, "Yixing, have you ever recited it before?"
If you ask about past lives, this is possible! But in this life, there is really no such thing!
So Zhang Yixing shook his head honestly, "No!"
Sun Yawen pinched Zhang Yixing's cheeks and praised, "Then you are really a genius!"
Zhang Yi Xing smiled shyly.
Hearing the movement, Director Liu turned around and asked, "Yawen, what's wrong?"
Sun Yawen quickly got up and ran over, dancing and explaining the situation to Director Liu.
After Director Liu listened, he looked at Zhang Yixin with suspicion. Just as the two hosts over there had finished their performance, he simply said to Zhang Yixin directly: "Zhang Yixin, you go to the stage and try to recite it again!"
Zhang Yixing agreed and walked to the stage without any shyness.
When he passed by Wang Weiyuan, Wang Weiyuan handed over his microphone.
Zhang Yixing thanked him and stood in the center of the stage with the microphone.
Stand at attention, stand still!
"If I were a bird,
I should also sing with my hoarse throat..."
This time, compared with suppressing his voice in the audience just now, Zhang Yixing completely let go. Although he cannot compare with professional recitation performers, Zhang Yixing knows that the most important thing in reciting is to have a loud voice, and the second is to be emotionally involved.
When he was in the fourth grade, his Chinese teacher loved to recite aloud, and he would lecture the students every day, "What is emotional reading aloud? You need to be emotionally involved and have a rhythm!"
Under the guidance of this teacher, Zhang Yixing also won the first prize in the school's reading competition. At that time, he read "My Comrade Qiu" in front of all the teachers and students in the school, which made many students cry.
More importantly, now that he has the blessing of life experience, reciting a poem is not a problem.
By the time Zhang Yixing finished reciting, the audience below were all stunned.
Zhang and his party heard the sound of breathing below, and when they looked up, they saw the shocked face of Lao Mouzi.
"Bah bang bang!"
"good!"
"awesome!"
"You're only seven years old!"
As everyone came back to their senses, sparse applause and generous praise rang out in the hall.
Zhang Yi walked off the stage, feeling a little proud in his heart.
When the hall became quiet again, Director Liu looked at his watch, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's it for today, everyone has a rest! Xiao Zhou, take the children to have a rest. By the way, tomorrow we will give instructions to the group. , recite this poem carefully these two days, it will be unscripted when recording!"
Zhang Yi Xing's little chicken pecked the rice, "Yeah!"
Zhou Xingguo was very excited. He took Zhang Yixin's hand and said to Wang Weiyuan and Han Shiyao: "Weiyuan, Shiyao, let's go and eat first!"
Wang Weiyuan, Han Shiyao and Zhou Xingguo didn't seem to have any disagreement at all. They put down the microphone and walked out of the hall laughing together.
As soon as he came out of the hall, Wang Weiyuan put his arm on Zhou Xingguo's shoulder and said bitterly: "Brother Zhou, you look like a newcomer, you can't treat us! Please treat us to something good, not the canteen!"
Han Shiyao also smiled brightly, "Yes, let's go to the restaurant to eat. Brother Zhou, you want to treat me!"
Zhou Xingguo patted his chest, "No~~~ problem! It's no problem!"
After that, Zhou Xingguo said to Zhang Yixing: "Let's go, great writer, great genius. When you get to Brother Zhou's territory, I will take you to eat meat!"
