"If I were a drop of water, I would rush from the stream into the river, and from the river into the sea.”
"This way, I can feel everyone running together. Only when we build will we have more strength, and only when we unite will we have more happiness…"
“……”
In front of Zhuang Fan, Yang Mi was using her full emotions to recite her poem for the second round of the interview,"If"!
It was obvious that the teacher of the training class had prepared this for her.
Positive energy, the main melody, catchy, and the rhythm was gradual.
And it was very unpopular.
The author of this poem was Ke Lan. He was not a poet, but a poetry lover.
However, the meaning of this poem was very unusual.
It was like a movie that required actors, directors, crew, and so on to complete.
This undoubtedly suited the profession of an actor.
Therefore, Yang Mi was purely emotional and read it very sincerely.
After reading the poem, the three examiners looked at each other. Their expressions were very subtle. This was the rhythm of the collective passing.
It was obvious that Yang Mi was well prepared, much better than the poetry recitation in the first exam.
At least, that was what Zhuang Fan felt.
In fact, Zhuang Fan had seen this scene in his previous life. The poem Yang Mi chose for the second round was this poem.
Even though he had been reborn, some things that should have happened were still happening.
For example…the song that Yang Mi was going to sing next.
"Thank you, teacher!"
"Next, I'm going to perform a singing talent!”
"A song,'Nanniwan,' for everyone!”
Yang Mi did not have any stage fright. She took the microphone and immediately began to sing the song "Nanniwan".
"The fragrance of the flowers in the basket
Listen to us sing
Sing! Sing!"
He could only say that his singing was passable.
Compared to 'The Offering of Love', it was undoubtedly far inferior.
Moreover, the last sentence…was out of tune.
"A good place comes with good scenery
There are crops everywhere, cows and sheep everywhere…"
Caw!
He didn't sing.
"The last sentence…ran away!"
Zhang Hui Jun said to Yang Mi very directly. If it was an ordinary person, they might be very nervous.
Yang Mi, however, bowed and reacted quickly. With a smile on her face, she nodded and smiled sweetly,"Oh!"
"Haha!"
Zhang Huijun also smiled. Yang Mi could only maintain her smile and hide her embarrassment.
Even if she was panicking, she had to continue acting.
After all, this was the second round. If one's performance was not satisfactory, they might be eliminated.
After a while, she stuck out her tongue and frowned at Zhuang Fan. Zhuang Fan shrugged his shoulders, unable to help her.
Of course, he knew that Yang Mi was sitting on pins and needles.
"Next!"
The deputy examiner, Teacher Wang Jingsong, called out expressionlessly. A boy next to Yang Mi immediately walked up.
About 10 minutes later, Zhuang Fan exhaled.
Because it was his turn.
At this moment, Zhuang Fan's spirit, energy, and spirit seemed to have completely recovered.
This was just like filming. Once they entered the set, the actors had to get into character. Zhuang Fan was now in character.
"Oh?"
"This candidate is quite handsome!"
Cui Xinqing's eyes lit up when she saw Zhuang Fan. Zhang Huijun, who was beside him, clearly remembered the deep impression Zhuang Fan had left on him during his first interview. He pointed at Cui Xinqing and Wang Jingsong, who were beside him. Wang Jingsong narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhuang Fan's resume before looking up at Zhuang Fan.
"Your body and posture are good!"
Wang Jingsong said lightly.
Of course, the function of the art exam was not just to show one's body.
Examinees with good physiques could display a great advantage in terms of basic standing posture, sitting posture, walking posture, spirit, energy, recitation, singing, and skits.
And Zhuang Fan had undoubtedly done this very well.
He stood up straight with a calm expression. He first bowed to the three examiners.
It was also a standard military posture.
"Hello, examiners. My name is Zhuang Fan, and I'm from Su City, Jiangnan Province. I'm 179cm tall, 62 kg, and my exam number is 317!”
Zhuang Fan's voice was clear and clear as he spoke one by one.
The lines and rhythm were undoubtedly pleasing to the ears. His voice was magnetic and deep.
"Not bad, not bad!"
Cui Xinqing kept giving Zhuang Fan marks in her heart. It could be said that the Zhuang Fan in front of her was definitely the one who made her feel the most comfortable since the second interview today.
Whether it was his handsome appearance or the male voice that was embedded in the heart!
His appearance, body shape, lines, and music were all completely OK!
The only thing left was to perform.
"The poem I'm going to read today is 'My Motherland'!”
“？”
When this poem was out, not to mention the three examiners, even Yang Mi's eyes widened. It was as if the anxiety of the exam had completely disappeared from her mind at this moment.
"My homeland?"
No wonder this guy said that he couldn't read his poems.
Indeed, this poem... If she really knew that poem, with Yang Mi's voice, she really couldn't read it.
This required an unusually high-spirited reading enthusiasm, coupled with a bright but not harsh broadcast voice, to be able to read the essence of this poem!
However, this was only the most basic.
The difficulty of this poem was different from Zhuang Fan's " Believe in the Future ".
" Believe in the Future " was more about showing off.
It was the ceiling of poetry recitation. It required the reader to have a very strong reading ability, which was the foundation of lines and voice.
However, the hardest part of 'My Motherland' was emotion.
This was something that many people could not grasp.
Motherland?
Would the 18-year-old Zhuang Fan understand the meaning of these two words?
The three examiners expressed their doubts, and Zhang Huijun was already shaking his head.
He had seen too many examinees who wanted to use this kind of poem to set off the characteristics of their voices so that they could pass the exam.
However, this was like drawing a tiger and turning it into a dog.
Recital…fake…even pretending to be deep.
That was to say, he was pretentious, but his heart was empty and his eyes were wandering.
Some even deliberately mystified and pretended to be sincere. This way, they could not express the true meaning of the work at all and would instead cause the examiner to be disgusted with them.
What was recitation?
Recitation was an artistic way for the performer to accurately express and reflect the work through language.
First of all, it must be understood by the audience. Therefore, the use of language must be life-like, natural, and close to life. The processing of language must start from the content of the work. It must not be pretentious and have a real emotional experience.
The simplest thing was, if you weren't touched, how could you move the audience?
Therefore, in the examination hall, shouting at the top of your lungs, expressionlessly " deep ", pretending to be intoxicated, etc., were all not desirable. It was also very difficult to make the examiner have a good impression of you.
"Why…did you choose this song?”
Zhang Huijun sighed in his heart, but Zhuang Fan did not care about everyone's surprise. It was as if 2005 to 2023, China's 18 years of earth-shattering changes, had appeared in front of his eyes.
After being reborn for so many days, Zhuang Fan could personally feel how backward the capital was in 2005.
However, the 23rd year in Beijing was still vivid in his mind.
This was the motherland!
My homeland.
What kind of leap had she made in these 18 years?
What kind of dramatic upgrade had the film industry experienced?
What kind of exponential growth rate did the box office achieve?
……
At this moment, countless words were brewing in Zhuang Fan's mind, surging out continuously.
Emotions?
Was the feeling of witnessing the rise of China in the next 18 years counted?
Does the 40 years of changes in China that I personally experienced count?
Does the feeling of me being reborn and experiencing it again count?!
"My homeland!"
"The mountain is majestic!"
"A magnificent mountain overlooking the storm of history!”
"Twilight, let the wind and clouds blow!”
"A sturdy back that has withstood billions of years of vicissitudes.”
A calm and indifferent voice that was filled with power came out of Zhuang Fan's mouth. It was like the wind blowing through the mountains, brushing past everyone's ears.
“……”
Zhang Huijun was the first to raise his head.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. He stared at Zhuang Fan, who was reading aloud, but realized that his eyes were closed.
His hands seemed to be drawing a magnificent picture. In the picture, it was a rapidly developing Chinese territory.
"My homeland,
The great river surges,
The mighty torrent rushes through the whirling whirlpool of history,
Bravely advancing against the rapids,
To wash away a hundred years of filth,
How many jolts of fate had been stirred up by the raging waves crashing against the canyon!”
"Good!"
Wang Jingsong couldn't help but say. He really couldn't hold it in anymore.
Zhuang Fan didn't use any reading skills, but everyone could hear the burst of emotions for their motherland.
It was an extremely moving recitation.
It resonated with everyone in the classroom.
Cui Xinqing put down her pen and looked at Zhuang Fan seriously.
Yang Mi clenched her fists tightly. She did not know why this was happening, but she felt that she had to cheer for Zhuang Fan.
Zhang Xiaofei, who was sitting below the stage, was also staring at the handsome figure on the stage. This was the first time she felt that poetry recitation had such a great charm?!
My homeland,
The land is vast and the resources are abundant,
The beautiful scenery gave birth to a magnificent traditional culture.
In the great desert the setting sun gathers,
The bright moon intoxicated the lotus flowers,
How many brilliant civilizations were still shining on the vast land!”
Zhuang Fan's voice gradually rose. The entire examination hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Only Zhuang Fan's recitation was heard.
It echoed in the classroom.
"My homeland,
The people work hard,
Fifty-six ethnic groups help each other in the same boat,
The splendor of the eastern charm,
The grace of human culture,
How many beautiful legends had been passed down through the ages!”
"This is my motherland!"
This is the motherland I love deeply!
I love your long and splendid history,
I love every flower of your land,
I love your beautiful and magnificent rivers and mountains,
I love your people's tenacity and persistence.
……
You are the rooster with its head raised-awakening the silence of the dawn,
You are the soaring dragon, the wind and cloud of the age,
You are the majestic lion, the mighty force of China,
You are the source of human intelligence-the spark that kindled civilization.
You have a holy name,
That is China!"
Boom!
Zhuang Fan finished reading it in one breath. When he said the last two Chinese characters, the audience erupted in cheers.
Yes, it was great!
To be honest, they had never heard such a brilliant poem recital in their lives.
Everyone was stunned by Zhuang Fan's emotional poem.
Including the three examiners.
"I'm impressed!"
"You really make me look at you in a new light!"
Wang Jingsong touched the few goatee strands under his chin and looked at Cui Xinqing and Zhang Huijun. The former seemed to be immersed in Zhuang Fan's recitation.
And the latter was actually wiping his eyes?
Tears?
Zhang Huijun was actually in tears from Zhuang Fan's recitation of a poem?!
"Hu ~~~"
Zhang Huijun let out a long breath. He looked at Zhuang Fan's resume again. He really remembered this student's name.
Previously, Zhuang Fan had only left a deep impression on him.
But at this moment, Zhang Huijun remembered the name of this poetry recitation examinee-Zhuang Fan.
"Thank you, teacher!"
Zhuang Fan bowed slightly to the three examiners. Just as he was about to introduce his next talent, Zhang Huijun waved his hand."Well, let's take a break first!"
"Let's talk about it later!"
"Your personal talent, wait!"
“……”
All the examinees present were shocked once again.
It was probably the first time they had seen a half-time break in the venue of the second interview of the Northern Film Academy Arts Examination.
And the " initiator " of all this was the handsome boy standing there!
He seemed to be emitting light, reminding everyone that he was the only focus in this examination hall.
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