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Chapter 511 I always love this land!

Chapter 533: I always love this land!

In the high-speed rail train, when everyone was deeply moved, Zhang Cheng gradually walked to a temporary rostrum step by step.

Today, he is going to speak!
Speech for the first high-speed rail in history.

All media reporters are in place, all cameras are in place, and all flashlights are ready.

All the citizens held their breath in unison, watching Zhang Cheng step by step onto the stage.

This is Zhang Cheng's rare speech in the public eye.

Now everyone also knows what this speech will mean.

'Da da da'

With the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, Zhang Cheng took the microphone and walked onto the stage step by step.

Then stand still.

He glanced at the first high-speed train that was quiet in the distance, waiting for command, and then glanced at the crowded crowds in all directions.

Now, he already knew what he was going to say.

'Hey Hey hey'

I tried the microphone lightly, and a loud voice came out from the microphone, spreading throughout the Jiangcheng high-speed railway station.

After everyone heard this voice, they all fell silent at this moment.

At this time, the bullet screens in the live broadcast rooms that were broadcasting simultaneously also fell silent in an instant.Everyone stared at Zhang Cheng intently, wondering what he was going to do.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath:

"Today everyone thinks that I am going to give a speech for this first high-speed rail!"

"However, I don't want to give a speech for this high-speed rail."

There was a sound of 'hum--'.

The voice fell.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became an uproar, and everyone whispered to each other, guessing in low voices.

I don't know what Zhang Cheng wants to say?
The scene was in an uproar for a moment, and as Zhang Cheng gently raised his hand, everyone fell silent again.

Zhang Cheng raised his head and took a deep look at the distant sky, and said loudly:
"I love this land!"

"I Love This Land"

This is Zhang Cheng suddenly thinking of the content of his next speech.Before that, someone had prepared a speech for Zhang Cheng, but now he suddenly didn't want to use it.

Now, he wants to use a prose poem on the earth in his previous life to express his thoughts at this moment, as well as his speech on the high-speed rail this time.

But many people at the scene didn't know what the moral was.

"I love this land?"

"What? I love this land, this bull's head is wrong, what is he going to say?"

"I do not know?"

"Who of you knows what he's going to say?"

"What does this land have to do with the high-speed rail?"

"Shouldn't he be talking about the high-speed rail now?"

"Curious, what does it have to do with this land?"

"Shhhhhhhh...don't make any noise. I want to know what Mr. Zhang is going to say?"

"..."

After a while, the atmosphere at the scene became quiet again.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "At this moment, no speech can express my inner thoughts."

"The following prose poem will be used as a pavement for the official start of the trial operation of the high-speed rail today."

"..."

There was a sound of 'hum--'.

The atmosphere at the scene was once again in an uproar, and countless people snickered in private.

"hey-hey!"

"He said he was going to read a prose poem?"

"Hahaha, although I admit Mr. Zhang's talent in business, but... a prose poem? He is definitely not very good at such things."

"I heard that Zhang Cheng didn't even finish college, so how could he write prose poems?"

"Not surprisingly, he should be reading other people's works now. Hey, I always feel that reading other people's works is too unreasonable. Why don't you talk about speeches, so as not to spread it today and make others laugh!"

"Impossible! Since Mr. Zhang wants to read prose poems, he must have written them before. He must also know that if he reads someone else's prose today, he might as well not read it. He won't do that..."

"Did he really write prose poems? Impossible? He can also write prose poems?"

"..."

At this moment, everyone is questioning and guessing.

And Zhang Cheng on the stage didn't let them guess too much time, he said loudly:

"If I were a bird!"

All the voices from the audience fell silent. Everyone looked at Zhang Cheng on the stage, couldn't help holding their breath, and pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

"If I were a bird, I too should sing with a hoarse throat."

"The land battered by the storm."

"This is the river of our sorrow and anger that is always surging."

"The wind blows unceasingly."

"And the very tender dawn from the woods..."

At this moment, the entire city of Jiang, and all the netizens before the live broadcast, all fell silent without knowing it.

Everyone was shocked by a very realistic intuitive feeling, and looked at Zhang Cheng on the stage with some blank eyes...

After a moment of silence, Zhang Cheng took the microphone and said in a murmured tone:

"—and then I died."

"Even the feathers rot in the ground."

The moment the voice fell, many people in the audience had cold sweat on their backs, and even goose bumps all over their bodies.

seem……

They don't know why now.

this prose poem,
The most intuitive feeling for everyone is shock, and then shock!
At the same time, Zhang Cheng, who was holding the microphone, suddenly became impassioned, and shouted loudly:

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes?"

"Because I love this land deeply."

"..."

The voice fell.

The atmosphere in the audience fell into silence.

Dead silence!

At this time, there was not a single sound, and it was so quiet that it was unbelievable.

At this moment, everyone was lost in thought, and they were thinking about the meaning of this prose poem in their minds.

Many people's eyes are already red. They seem to understand it, but they don't seem to understand anything.

Some of these people are not very well-educated in humanities, and cannot understand the true meaning of this prose poem in a short period of time, but...they are shocked by a kind of feeling that hits their faces, and their hearts are extremely shocked, which makes people impassioned !
If I were a bird,

I too should sing with a hoarse throat,

This land hit by the storm,
This river of grief and anger that is always raging with us,

The restless blowing furious wind,
And the incomparably tender dawn from the forest...

——And then I died,

Even the feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...

Let people think infinitely!
It makes people think infinitely!
"I Love This Land"

Is this the most fundamental reason why Zhang Cheng has always wanted to develop?
(End of this chapter)