It took eight years to debut

Is Wang Qian really a singer?

……

perhaps.

This is a question that many audiences on the scene and in front of the TV want to shout out.

Is this person really a singer?

Several major social platforms in Europe and the United States are also lively, and many discussions have been made on Wang Qian.

However, more people remained silent, staring at the words written by Wang Qian on the blackboard on the TV screen.

When you are old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look;

You eyes and once, and of their shadows deep,

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved you beauty with love false or true,

But one man love the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

……

The scene became extremely silent.

No one speaks.

Only the sound of Wang Qian rubbing chalk on the blackboard.

Everyone stared intently at the letters, words, and entire poems that appeared on the blackboard!

At the beginning.

Everyone is still looking at the words with a sense of reading a joke and looking for faults.

After all, are you a person who grew up in China and has never studied English to write an English poem, or in front of so many artists?

To use Chinese idioms, this is a typical class play, and will be taught to be a man by the artists present!

Ma Rui even felt that it was because Wang Qian was in a hurry, lost his mind because of anger, and forced to write a poem, which was to put his own handle in front of him.

He only needs to find out the flaws and flaws in Wang Qian's writings, criticize them, and he can end in victory.

Many media outlets that have a good relationship with him will even specially edit and broadcast this scene of him criticizing Wang Qian's works, so as to ignore all his embarrassment and embarrassment.

but……

Ma Rui stared at each word written by Wang Qian, but his mood became more and more heavy and shocking.

because.

Just write the first sentence.

Ma Rui discovered that this level was much higher than his, and it was not at the same level at all.

The poem he wrote just now is still on the blackboard, right next to Wang Qian, in stark contrast.

A comparison...

Ma Rui found that his work was really just like what Wang Qian said, it was simply a disaster, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a piece of shit.

Look at what Wang Qian wrote, and then look at what I wrote...

Ma Rui felt that every word he wrote seemed so unsightly.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

In the absence of comparison.

Ma Rui can feel good about himself, he can force his mouth to speak hard, and he can hypnotize himself, saying that his work is a good work, but you will not appreciate it!

However, Marui now found that he could no longer say those words.

Because no one would believe it, not even himself.

Seeing more and more words written by Wang Qian, his heart became more and more shocked, and then he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. Standing behind Wang Qian, his expression became dull.

All the audience in the audience, at this moment, saw the clear picture in Wang Qian's poems.

A warm and plain picture slowly unfolded in their eyes, and it was vividly told.

However, in the plain and warm, it reveals the love from the depths of the soul!

Especially some old artists sitting in the front row felt the most deeply about this, and almost comprehended the soul of this poem.

Because, this is almost the life of most of them now.

White-haired, still with you, love your soul.

Max, Ma Long, Dawson, Kalman and others all fell silent and didn't speak any more, just staring at Wang Qian's hand and the words!

until……

After Wang Qian finished writing, he wrote down the last word, put down the rest of the chalk gently, then turned around gently, faced the audience, and said softly: "This is probably love."

The voice was soft and spread throughout the audience, but it reached everyone's heart.

This is probably love...

That doesn't seem so certain.

However, everyone has seen the most sincere and purest love from this poem.

The audience was still silent and was not awakened by Wang Qian's voice.

Everyone was silent for about a minute, staring at the poem on the blackboard.

Keep reading from the beginning to the end, everyone has read it at least twice, the more you read silently, the more you feel in your heart, the more you can understand the love that goes deep into the bone marrow and soul, and then the whole person seems to want to Trembling for it.

simple is the best.

Even many emotional artists shed tears for this.

The TV camera accurately captured the obvious tear stains on the faces of several elderly people and several women, but they didn't seem to notice that they let the tears flow on their faces, still staring at the words on the blackboard, teary eyes Hazy, but still addicted to it.

Diana was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone message, and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then looked at the figure on the podium with extremely complicated eyes.

Diana looked at her mobile phone. It was a message from the director team, asking her to direct the camera to capture more people's expressions.

Diana took a quick look and found that Christine, who was sitting in the middle, was also gently wiping away the tears. She quickly asked the cameraman to turn around and take a picture. All the audience saw the picture of Christine crying.

I looked again.

Sophie and Taylor, two well-known gifted girls, were also wiping away their tears at this moment, staring at the podium stupidly, not knowing what they were looking at.

Wow……

Suddenly, there was a sudden loud cry, which shocked Diana and everyone in the audience. Almost everyone was completely awakened, and they all looked in the direction of the cry.

It was found that an old artist sitting in the second row was crying with his head in his arms.

It was a white-haired, thin old man in a formal suit, holding his head in his arms and crying loudly, whimpering constantly, shouting indistinctly: "God, please give me back my Susan... Woooooooo... my dear Susan..."

The camera quickly focused on the old artist.

Diana didn't know who it was, but she quickly heard the answer from the crowd.

"That was Professor David from Eastman College. His wife Susan graduated from Eastman College with him, and stayed on to teach together. They lived together for 40 years and were inseparable almost every day. Every day in Eastman The students know they are very much in love with each other, but, five years ago, Professor Susan passed away from cancer."

Someone said sadly: "Professor Davey applied to the school for his resignation because he was sad and seriously ill, but the college did not agree and let him take a long vacation. Unexpectedly, after five years, Professor Davey has not come out yet."

Another person said: "This poem is so well written. It perfectly interprets what true love is. An ordinary life is the true meaning of love. It's normal for Professor David to think of his wife. I want to go back now." Hug my wife hard and let him know I love her."

"Poor Professor Davy, I hope he makes it through."

"I almost cried after reading this poem, God, this poem is so touching."

"I can't believe that this poem was written by a Chinese and a singer."

"This is the most touching love poem I have ever read. It is simple and simple, but goes straight to the soul."

A series of soft discussions came.

Diana also thought of her grandfather, who had been depressed for many years because of her grandmother's death, and then chose to retire, handed over the family business to her father, and went to farm by herself.

Looking at Wang Qian who was standing there as calm as water, Diana felt as if a halo of light was blooming from Wang Qian's body.

What is a real artist like?

Diana had no concept before.

but.

Now she has concrete concepts, even clear images.

It was the young-looking figure standing on the podium.

This is probably the artist.

clap clap clap...

Applause suddenly sounded.

The sound came from Max in the front row and Malone.

Several of the world's top old artists stood up first and clapped vigorously. There were a little tear stains on their wrinkled faces, but their palms were clapping vigorously, clapping vigorously, applauding vigorously, as if to All the strength of the whole body is used.

then.

Applause spread throughout the audience.

Everyone quickly stood up and applauded vigorously.

The applause was louder than ever.

Professor David, who was crying, forcibly stopped his crying, stood up, let the tears flow, and gave Wang Qian the warmest applause.

Marrs, Elton and all the Manhattan College alumni also stood up and applauded vigorously at this moment.

Christine also stood up, with a longing smile, concealing the tears on her face, and applauding vigorously, but her eyes were still filled with tears that would burst at any time, and she looked at the person on the podium dimly. The figure kept chanting this poem silently in his heart.

The love in this poem is what she dreamed of.

That's why she hasn't been in a relationship for so many years.

Because her emotional concept is extremely simple and pure, just like what is written in this poem.

She doesn't like to be vigorous, doesn't like to pretend to be affectionate, and doesn't like to let the whole world know...

It's a pity that now is a super fast-paced era, and people's hearts are very impetuous. It is almost impossible to find such a love life.

Therefore, she would rather be single all the time, would rather live a peaceful life with her grandpa on the farm than take risks.

but.

At this moment, Wang Qian used a poem to clearly and simply describe the desire deep in her heart.

Christine only felt that Wang Qian might be the person who understood her best in the world.

Tears couldn't help dripping down again.

Christine laughed again hastily, and let the tears flow without wiping them.

Because she didn't want to interrupt her applause.

Most of the members of the Huaxia delegation were in a dazed state.

Many of them could not understand the words written by Wang Qian.

Only a few people can understand it.