GBP Chapter 451 Which one is better?
Chapter 451 Which one is better?
Lu Ye walked towards the bench calmly with a smile on his face.
People around him made way for him, and many of them were cheering for Lu Ye.
"come on!"
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But at this moment, Su Mengyao's heart was full of worry.
She had known Lu Ye for such a long time, but she had never heard Lu Ye recite poetry.
"Lu Ye, why don't we stop competing? It's useless to get angry with that kind of person." Su Mengyao said in a low voice.
"The atmosphere has already reached this point. If I say no now, wouldn't that mean I'm afraid?"
"No matter what, I can't be weaker than him in terms of momentum." Lu Ye said with a smile.
Seeing that Lu Ye was determined to compete, Su Mengyao gritted her teeth and made up her mind:
"Okay, I'd rather lose honorably than be scared to death. At worst, I can crawl with you later. I'm not afraid of losing face."
Hearing Su Mengyao's words, Lu Ye felt warm in his heart.
In this world, how many people can truly share honor and disgrace?
"You are wearing a skirt today, I will definitely not lose!" Lu Ye's tone was full of confidence.
Taking a step onto the bench, Lu Ye turned around and faced the people below.
"I haven't even graduated from elementary school yet, so reciting poetry in front of all these talented students is really a shame."
"The poem I recited is called The Lone Brave Man."
Adjusting his breathing, Lu Ye silently brewed his emotions.
Then he recited aloud: "It's all brave, the wound on your forehead, your differences, the mistakes you've made."
"There's no need to hide, your tattered doll, your mask, your ego."
This is the famous song "The Lone Brave Man" from the previous life.
Lu Ye does not know poetry, but poetry and songs have some similarities.
Lu Ye re-punctuated the lyrics of "The Lone Brave Man" and recited them in the form of poetry.
This was something he had already thought of and practiced in his mind several times. Only after he was somewhat confident did he dare to make such a bet.
At the beginning, Lu Ye's recitation speed was a little faster than Zhang Ming and the boy, and his emotions were not as strong and involved.
Everyone could see that Lu Ye couldn't recite.
He just controls the rhythm in his own way.
But from this point of view, Lu Ye lost a lot to the young man with Beijing accent.
Even the sentences that Lu Ye recited were only half understood by many people, and some of them were confused about the meaning.
"That's all? You dare to stand up and challenge me?" The boy with a Beijing accent laughed triumphantly while listening to Lu Ye's recitation.
Su Mengyao clenched her fists and broke out in a cold sweat.
I didn't care what the people below thought.
The more Lu Ye recited, the more he felt. He gradually began to immerse himself in it and lose himself in his own emotions.
"They say to bring light and tame every monster."
"They said, sew your wounds up, because no one loves a clown."
“Why can’t loneliness be glorious?”
“Only imperfections are worth praising. Who says those covered in mud are not heroes?”
As Lu Ye recited the next part, the crowd below gradually understood the unyielding power in Lu Ye's poem.
"Not bad..." The old man savored the sentence recited by Lu Ye and uttered two words softly.
The boy with a Beijing accent gradually lost his initial disdain and his eyes gradually narrowed.
Lu Ye has closed his eyes at this moment, completely immersed in his own emotions.
The recitation voice suddenly became high-pitched: "I love you walking alone in the dark alley, I love you for not kneeling, I love you for facing despair and refusing to cry!"
"I love your tattered clothes, yet you dare to block fate's gun. I love that you and I are so similar, with the same holes!"
Lu Ye's high-pitched voice was filled with passion and enthusiasm, which made the young students who were listening to his recitation feel their blood boiling.
It is the reckless resistance to fate that makes these passionate young people so motivated.
"Go? This ragged cloak. Fight? With the humblest dream."
"To the sobs and roars in the darkness, who says only those standing in the light are heroes?"
After Lu Ye recited the last sentence, he did not move at all. He was immersed in his own emotions.
There was also silence among the crowd listening to his recitation.
Everyone seemed to be infected by this poem. The fearlessness, resistance, and sincere emotions in the poem moved everyone.
Yes, who says that only those who stand in the light are heroes.
Those who fight against suffering, those who fight against illness, although they are just a part of the countless people, they are people who fight against fate.
Aren't they heroes too?
And there are those who silently contribute to this society. Although they are not in the spotlight, are they not heroes?
Almost every student present has his or her own unique understanding of this poem.
But there is no doubt that the poem recited by Lu Ye is recognized by everyone as the best one at the moment, no doubt about it!
Lu Ye slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Su Mengyao, only to find that Su Mengyao's eyes were already filled with tears and she was looking at him affectionately.
Su Mengyao cried.
She was the only one who had accompanied Lu Ye all the way here, and she was the only one who knew best what kind of environment Lu Ye grew up in.
Isn’t what the poem just now expressed a true portrayal of Lu Ye himself?
Unyielding! Fight!
I said no to fate and relied on my own tenacious struggle to achieve my current career.
Lu Ye never told anyone about the bitterness of this.
"It turns out that there is such a bitter side in his heart."
"But I never noticed it. I...I was really too careless." Su Mengyao felt sad.
However, Lu Ye had no idea what Su Mengyao was thinking.
Seeing Su Mengyao crying, Lu Ye hurriedly jumped off the bench and came to Su Mengyao's side.
"What's wrong? Is my recitation so moving? It made you cry."
Seeing that Lu Ye was still facing her with a smile, Su Mengyao felt even more distressed.
"You always seem to be smiling, but I didn't expect that you have so much pain in your heart. I just feel a little distressed." Su Mengyao said softly.
false...
Only then did Lu Ye realize that Su Mengyao had misunderstood him.
"Then you have to be nicer to me in the future." Lu Ye said with a smile without explaining.
At the same time, the boy with a Beijing accent had a dark face and was gritting his teeth.
He didn't expect that this unattractive man could actually recite such a work.
Thinking of the punishment after losing, he felt uncomfortable all over.
"How was it? Which one was better, the one I recited or the one you just recited?"
Lu Ye held Su Mengyao's hand, walked up to the boy with a Beijing accent, and asked loudly.