Jiang Sheng's impression of Young Master Hua, whether it was in his previous life or this life, was that he was a professional and witty host.
He never expected that Young Master Hua would look straight at him and ask him this question during the recording.
However, looking at Young Master Hua's eyes that were shining brightly, Jiang Sheng understood.
If he had heard these poems from the same person, his reaction would probably be similar to Young Master Hua's.
However, this was a stage for singing. Yang Zhongwei was still standing on the stage!
Jiang Sheng waved his hand. He did not look at Young Master Hua's burning gaze and said indifferently.
"That's not the main point!"
The deep male voice was loud and clear, causing the scene to finally quieten down a little.
Jiang Sheng hurriedly took the opportunity to continue.
"What I want to express is that the foundation of literary creation lies in the beauty of artistic conception.”
" The written language is the greatest crystallization of China's five thousand years of history. The horizontal and vertical lines are the backbone of the character. The curving and flying are the blood vessels. The Chinese characters are the words that can best carry meaning and emotions. There's no one else like them…"
The sonorous and powerful deep male voice made the scene gradually quiet down.
The comments that had suddenly risen to countless levels also made the members of the 100 Likes Group forget their true purpose of sitting here. They were here to evaluate the singers so that they could gain popularity outside the industry.
The fruit of Huaxia's 5,000 years of civilization. No one could refute it, and no one dared to refute it.
Jiang Sheng's tone was indifferent, but every word carried weight.
"I saw the ID of that lady just now. She should be an English teacher. English only focuses on logic and doesn't care about the mood. It has nothing to do with me. However, every Chinese person should have our own cultural confidence and understand the romantic words that only belong to the Chinese! This is the accumulation that belongs to us."
The deep and magnetic male voice fell, and the scene remained silent.
Even the host, Hua Shao, stood on the stage excitedly and became an audience member.
These indifferent but impassioned words were striking at his heart!
If it wasn't for his deep love for Chinese characters, how could he have reached his current position as a host?
However, he had never heard such words before and could not say them out loud!
Young Master Hua, whose heart seemed to be boiling with blood, felt that no words were enough to express the excitement in his heart.
Following the voice in his heart, he raised his hands and clapped loudly for these words!
Under the lead of the host, Young Master Hua, everyone in the venue, who was also shocked, applauded tacitly.
For a moment, there was only deafening applause at the venue.
After a few seconds of pause, the comments on the big screen also started to roll rapidly.
"I really want to go and applaud Jiang Sheng. My mom asked me why I was slapping my phone. I said that as a Chinese, I was very proud!”
"Horizontal and vertical are the strength of the wind, and the flying is the bloodline! I really cried. I didn't know that being a Chinese person could be so proud!”
"Those people who worship foreign things should really listen to Jiang Sheng's words!”
"The auntie who taught English just now is a typical example of worshipping foreign things. She didn't even understand the Chinese language, but she still looked very proud!”
"Yes, yes, yes, that's what I thought. But before Jiang Sheng spoke, I didn't think of how to refute her at all!”
"Why isn't she standing up and talking now? She probably doesn't understand Jiang Sheng's Chinese, right?”
"Although I'm also very excited, have we forgotten about Yang Zhongwei?”
“……”
This statement that struck the hearts of everyone made the audience forget that the main character of the incident was Yang Zhongwei.
However, judging from his excited expression, it was obvious that he did not care at all. Everyone ignored him because of Jiang Sheng's speech.
Yang Zhongwei clapped his hands loudly. He was just short of standing on stage and cheering for Jiang Sheng, who was sitting below the stage.
He had thought that Jiang Sheng would have noticed his mistake and would scold him mercilessly.
However, he did not expect that Jiang Sheng would descend like a god at such an awkward moment and save him from the center of the black crows.
Although he broke his voice, he couldn't get into the mood for the second half of the song.
However, perhaps Jiang Sheng felt that those few lines were changed very well. He could be considered a person with literary attainments!
He spoke up for himself and even recited a few poems. There was probably hope for him to pull out a page from the notebook!
The warm applause gradually faded. Yang Zhongwei was the last to put down his hands.
The middle-aged woman with the ID " Little English Auntie " had already sat down silently and did not dare to speak again.
She just wanted to be popular, not stupid!
She had thought that her question was flawless and that no one at the scene could answer it, let alone Yang Zhongwei.
However, with Jiang Sheng's words, if she spoke again, she would only appear even more shallow and ignorant. She would only be mercilessly crushed!
"How did I manage to catch up with him on this episode!!”
The English auntie muttered softly. She wished she could disappear on the spot.
The earlier they disappeared, the fewer fans they would lose.
The English auntie did not dare to speak again.
On the other hand, the host, Young Master Hua, who was standing on the stage, was obviously not satisfied. He only signaled Jiang Sheng to continue his comments with his eyes.
Jiang Sheng did not finish his sentence.
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