It took eight years to debut

And anyone who understands the words can feel the love that goes deep into the soul.

In addition, they all heard from Wang Qian just now that this poem was sung by Wang Qian in Huaxia when you are old.

Therefore, with a comparison, after understanding the words and then connecting them with the lyrics, you can quickly understand what is expressed in them.

He Chaohui also understood the general idea, stood up and applauded vigorously, and said in admiration: "This poem is so well written. I never expected that Wang Qian has such a high level of knowledge in English poetry."

Peng Donghu didn't understand, so he just said along the way: "Yes, these foreigners are crazy! Many people are crying, and I want to cry now."

Qin Xuehong also wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, she also really understood the poem, and said softly: "It's really touching, this is the love that many people yearn for!"

Qin Xuerong also kept wiping her eyes with tissues, but her face was full of happiness with a bright smile on her face, saying in her heart: "I have already got it, and we will live forever!"

Chen Xiaowen, Liu Shengnan, Ru Ke, and Xiao Dongmei all clapped vigorously. There were tears in their eyes, but they insisted on not falling. They didn't want to leave the eyes of the figure on the podium. If they don't see him, they will lose him, so they are reluctant to blink!

However, Li Qingyao and Yu Jingruo were crying so hard!

Especially Li Qingyao, if she hadn't covered her mouth, she might have cried too.

Thinking that she had already formed a family with Wang Qian back then, but she was fooled by her agent and filed for divorce...

original!

She has got it.

original!

She can have it all.

original……

Li Qingyao almost collapsed, if it wasn't for Yu Jingruo's support, she might not be able to stand up, her heart was full of sadness and regret.

However, Yu Jingruo himself was also teary-eyed, with obvious tear stains on his face.She felt that if she had taken the initiative to pursue Wang Qian like Li Qingyao, she might have married Wang Qian herself, then she would definitely not leave Wang Qian. No matter what the situation was, she would insist on walking with Wang Qian go down!

pity……

pity……

it's already over.

As for Taylor and Sophie, their emotions were extremely complicated.

Both were attracted by Wang Qian's amazing talent, and both wanted to snatch Wang Qian away from Qin Xuerong.

Even, they have already taken action...

And the love that Wang Qian wrote at this moment is of course what they are looking forward to.

However, they do not know what will happen in the future.

Therefore, they cried a little confused.

Looking at Wang Qian, Taylor and Sophie didn't know whether they could catch this shining world man.

but……

They all know one thing, that is, no matter what the situation, they will not let go.

Social media in Europe and the United States is also exploding at the moment.

The entire network was several times more lively than before, and many people were speaking frantically, much more active than usual, and the center of the topic was Wang Qian and this poem.

"I'm applauding too, the poem is simply beautiful."

"This is a love poem. The poem just now was indeed a disaster. I was dumbfounded."

"Who can tell me why he can write such touching love poems? Why? Isn't he a singer? Isn't he an actor? Isn't he a Chinese?"

"I must admit that Ma Rui's poem was indeed a disaster, and Wang Qian was right because he wrote a truly touching poem."

"I just want to know now, can he continue to write? I still want to see him write poems. I don't want to watch him play music. I like this poem so much."

"God, a lot of people were crying."

……

applause!

It hasn't stopped.

Even, 1 minute.

2 minutes!

3 minutes passed.

Thousands of people at the scene were still standing and applauding vigorously.

Although it was not as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning, everyone still applauded sincerely.

Max, Ma Long, Dawson, Kalman and other old artists were not too tired. They all stood for a few minutes and kept applauding, looking at Wang Qian with admiration in their eyes.

Wang Qian stood there, facing everyone, accepting everyone's applause. After watching for so long, he stretched out his hands and made a downward movement towards everyone, indicating that everyone can stop.

Applause is enough.

At this time, the applause gradually stopped.

Max, Malone, Dawson, Kalman, David and other old artists stopped their movements, and then sat down slowly.

The others also gradually stopped their applause, and all sat down.

Wang Qian looked calm and said softly, "Thank you for your applause."

At this time, many people began to clean up the tears on their faces and tidy up their emotions, especially some sensual women, whose makeup was in tears, and some who cared about their image began to lower their heads and reapply their makeup.

However, at this time, everyone's eyes gradually focused on the figure standing beside Wang Qian, who had never moved.

Writer from New York, Marie.

Ma Rui has been in a state of sluggishness, and he doesn't know if he is really intoxicated by the poem, or if he does so deliberately to avoid embarrassment.

Wang Qian looked at Ma Rui and asked with a smile: "Mr. Ma Rui, what do you think of my poem? In comparison, how is your work?"

Ma Rui moved his body stiffly, and his face was also stiff and expressionless. He turned his head to look at Wang Qian, and then looked at the many strange eyes on the scene. Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, a trace of With a smile uglier than crying, he said to Wang Qian: "Mr. Wang's poem, I think it is a very rare love poem. It is really excellent, very good. I can't find any shortcomings. It is better than mine There are so many good poems, I admire your talent."

in front of so many people.

Ma Rui gave up, and began to publicly praise Wang Qian's poem, acknowledging Wang Qian's amazing talent.

Finding fault on purpose?

Forcibly belittle?

He dare not!

after all.

There are so many great artists present, including many writers and authors whose fame and qualifications are much higher than him, as well as many literary critics and literature lovers, who were deeply moved by this poem, and many people cried because of it , which means that everyone has approved the poem.

If he belittled the poem publicly at this time, wouldn't he be against everyone present?Didn't you say publicly that your level is not as good as yours?

Ma Rui didn't dare to offend so many people.

He dared to offend Wang Qian, but he didn't dare to offend most of the people present.

Therefore, he knew that his only choice now was to admit defeat.

This is the only option.

Otherwise, if he forcefully belittles the poem.

Maybe he will be excluded from the New York cultural circle.

Even, it may be openly boycotted by many European and American audiences watching live TV.

This kind of consequence is unbearable for him.

Hearing Ma Rui's words, many people at the scene laughed, agreed with this, and felt funny about Ma Rui's situation at the moment.

Wang Qian said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Ma Rui."

Ma Rui let go of the pride in his heart, and said solemnly to Wang Qian: "No, I want to thank you, Mr. Wang Qian, you taught me a lesson today. After I go back, I will close the door of my room and study at home. Works, I hope to have the opportunity to ask you about poetry next time."

Wang Qian: "I also hope to have the opportunity to meet next time."

Ma Rui bowed lightly to Wang Qian, and then bowed lightly to all the audience off the court, ready to step down.

However, he just took two steps, and suddenly turned around again and looked at Wang Qian and asked, "Mr. Wang Qian, I want to know, do you still have such works?"

Wang Qian was thinking about the next music class, when he heard Ma Rui's words, he asked softly, "What work?"

Ma Rui asked seriously: "That's right, such a wonderful and touching poem!"

Almost everyone in the audience looked at Wang Qian expectantly.

Artists, as well as art lovers, do not like poetry.

Just now, when you are old, everyone's interest in poetry was aroused, and they all longed to see the same wonderful and touching poems again.

Because they have not seen such touching and simple sincere poetry for a long time.

Like China, in the impetuous era, there have been no good literary works in the European and American literary circles for a long time, but there are more and more popular popular works.

Therefore, they need to find such poems from the classics dozens of hundreds of years ago.

Wang Qian replied with a smile: "I don't know."

Marui wondered: "Why don't you know?"

Wang Qian said softly: "Because it depends on mood and state. Poetry, like music, is essentially an expression of emotion. So, you should understand."

Suddenly, Ma Rui still didn't understand, so he turned around and left quickly.

He even wanted to leave here directly and leave Curtis.

However, he knew that he couldn't leave now, and it would be even more embarrassing if he left, and everyone would say even worse afterwards.

Now, it's not that bad. If you stay and leave at the end, you can still be decent, and many people will say that you have persistence and demeanor...

Of course, there are thick skins too.

Wang Qian watched Ma Rui return to his seat and sat down, and then said to everyone: "Poetry, like music, is a hobby of mine. The poem just now is some of my emotional expressions at certain times. Thank you for your recognition and likes. Okay, let’s get down to business, now let’s get back to the topic and continue talking about music..."

Wang Qian turned around and wanted to erase all the words written by Ma Rui and himself on the blackboard, and then write the score of the piece of Luoshen by the Water that he played just now.

but!

Professor Dawson immediately came to the stage and said, "Mr. Wang Qian, don't wipe it. We will replace the blackboard for you."

Wang Qian froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Professor Dawson immediately asked someone to come up and dismantle the blackboard written by Wang Qian when you are old, and replace it with a new one.

As for what was written by Ma Rui on the other side, I completely ignored it. The staff of the college quickly wiped it clean to make the blackboard clean for Wang Qian's next writing.

Many people at the scene had mixed feelings.

Many people looked at Ma Rui again with strange eyes.

Ma Rui is also feeling uncomfortable all over, feeling like the eyes are stabbing him with knives, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere, he really wants to escape here immediately, but he calms himself down, and responds stiffly to the person looking at him smile.

Looking at his own work that had been wiped away, Ma Rui just wanted to go back and burn the poem.

Professor Dawson and several old artists from Curtis Institute in Kalman all smiled apologetically at Wang Qian, apologizing for delaying Wang Qian's lecture.

Wang Qian smiled indifferently, and continued: "Okay, let's continue talking about the song just now!"

but……

His voice has not yet fallen.

Hundreds of thousands of hands were raised again.

This time!

Many old artists in the front row also let go of their reserve and pride, and raised their hands one after another, eager to communicate with Wang Qian.

a tune!

A poem.

And the performance realm that surpassed the predecessors.

All the artists on the scene have fully recognized Wang Qian's talent and artistic background.

Raise your hand this time.