As he recited each line of poetry.
The corresponding text will slowly appear on the floating subtitles above the stage, and it will be clearly visible from any angle.
It's like a calligraphy master remotely controlling a brush to splash ink on a screen.
Combined with the starry sky-like lighting on the curved backdrop of the stage, it creates a unique and stunning aesthetic.
The audience looked up at the subtitles displayed high in the sky.
My initial restlessness gradually subsided as Wang Yueheng recited his poem.
The remaining seventeen female guests, who were standing behind the crystal chandelier, showed different expressions as they listened to Wang Yueheng's reading.
The host, Meng Chang, bowed his head slightly, like a devout believer, listening attentively to the chanting of the master beside him.
This is just the first line of the poem.
This made the host's heart skip a beat.
This is also one of the views that Meng Chang, the host of this dating and matchmaking variety show, has always held.
That is, a woman should not be a vain flower that clings to a man and only enjoys the man's greatness.
Once separated from a man or abandoned, she instantly collapses and loses everything.
"No, that's not enough!"
"I must be a kapok tree beside you,"
"Standing with you as a tree."
"The roots, tightly gripped underground,"
"Leaves touch each other in the clouds."
"Every gust of wind,"
We all greeted each other...
Suddenly, Wang Yueheng's voice rose sharply.
Just then, the spotlights on the dome seemed to turn on in response.
An invisible, cold wind seemed to blow past everyone.
In a daze, everyone seemed to see a kapok tree standing next to the oak tree.
The two plants stood proudly together in the wind, their branches and leaves touching and rustling in the breeze.
They whisper sweet nothings that others can't understand.
They are independent of each other yet support and rely on one another.
"Stand beside him in the image of a tree..."
Several well-dressed girls sitting in the front row of the audience stared blankly at the stage.
The sound of Wang Yueheng's poems echoed in my ears, and my mind surged with waves of poetry.
In the past, they had been influenced by the ideas instilled in them by some online relationship influencers.
Women should feel entitled to enjoy the care and love from men.
Women who are career-oriented and independent are less likely to win a man's heart.
But the concise and clear modern poem that Wang Yueheng recited on stage overturned this idea in their minds.
This left them feeling lost and unsure of whom to listen to.
"You have your bronze branches and iron trunk,"
"Like a knife, like a sword,"
It also resembles a halberd;
“I have my own large, red flowers,”
"Like a heavy sigh,"
"And like a heroic torch."
Before the countless viewers in the audience and the live broadcast room could silently digest the first few lines of poetry.
On stage, Wang Yueheng continued reciting into the microphone.
While many boys and girls were still engrossed in speculating and analyzing the theme of the poem.
Standing below the stage, Mo Zixue saw through Wang Yueheng's recitation some words that the boy had not yet had time to tell her from the depths of his heart.
I understood some of the subtext hidden in the poem.
He didn't want to be the kind of girl who only gave in one direction.
She was unwilling to sacrifice everything for herself, and would only silently give to the man beside her.
Instead, they hope to be like the kapok and oak trees, both being tall trees.
To have an independent and equal partnership, rather than one party being subservient to the other.
Perhaps this is why the other party was so comfortable entrusting their company and charitable foundation to me.
That is, not wanting to be just a canary nestled in a big tree.
Instead, they also have their own careers and forge ahead relentlessly.
Thinking about this...
As she listened quietly to Wang Yueheng reciting Mo Zixue's name, tears of emotion welled up in her eyes once again.
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Note: "To the Oak Tree" by Shu Ting
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