I’m Really a Superstar

Off the field.

Wang Xiaomei fiddled with her cell phone, "Can't get online?"

Zhang Ye didn't know whether she was talking to him, so he replied: "Ah, no signal."

"How can you post poems without internet?" Wang Xiaomei glanced at him.

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "How did you know that I would participate in this poetry competition?"

Wang Xiaomei said matter-of-factly: "With your temper, it's strange that you can swallow this breath. Are you neither sad nor happy when I see you or not? I only think you are joking."

Zhang Ye sweated, it's true, he is not that generous and compassionate.

"Do you want me to ask you whose cell phone has signal? Can I borrow one for you?" Wang Xiaomei said proactively.

Zhang Ye said, "No need. If I want to post it, I'll go out and post it. But I haven't thought of any poems yet. Teacher Xiaomei, what's wrong with you?"

"Why am I so positive?" Wang Xiaomei said calmly: "Because you represent our literary broadcasting, and you are already the signature anchor of our frequency. If they question you, they deny the cultural quality of the literary frequency, and I never I think your poems are worse than theirs, and I can’t be neither sad nor happy, and I’m very angry now.”

…

on the stage.

The poetry meeting has reached the stage of poetry-telling.

The host Zhang Huo, who had just finished reading some netizens' poems, said: "These poems are all well written. It seems that our netizens are also capable, haha, but Sun Mengjie and I are just watching the fun, we are not experts. If you don’t understand this, you have to ask teachers from the Writers Association to analyze it.”

Several people from the Writers Association shied away from each other for a while.

Finally, Meng Dongguo came up. He was the most authoritative person inside, "I've listened to a few poems, and they're all right."

The female host said: "Is it okay? I understand what Chairman Meng means.

So there is still a problem? "

Meng Dongguo smiled and said: "They are all amateurs. It is already very good to be able to write like this."

"Then can you tell us what's the difference between their poetry and professional poetry? We don't understand. Maybe everyone is similar. They all sound good?" Zhang Huo pretended to be a layman.

Meng Dongguo touched his beard and said maturely: "People who don't understand may not tell the difference. On the surface, they are all good, with elegant writing and elegant poems. In fact, there are too many tricks inside. For example, the works of the netizen Fengqi Yunxi just now, the expert You may know at a glance that there is a problem with the oblique and oblique poems. Did he write a modern-style poem? In fact, it is not the case. The rules of the combination of oblique and oblique in modern-style poems are that the same sentence alternates: taking five characters as an example, if the first rhythm is flat, the second rhythm will be You must use 廄廄, and the third rhythm must use ping. On the contrary, the first rhythm must use 廄廄, the second rhythm must use ping, and the third rhythm must use 仄. His mistake is wrong.”

Zhang Huo suddenly realized, "So that's it."

Meng Dongguo said: "So if you are an amateur or a beginner, I suggest you write some modern poems. The requirements will be simpler. Well, but the modern poem the host just read actually has quite a problem. The artistic conception is a bit different. Take off, the whole poem does not have a central literary belief. In our jargon, there is no "god". The words are very gorgeous, but literature must ultimately belong to literature and must move people's hearts. A poem that does not even have spirit is What doesn’t impress people is empty inside, just a flower stand.”

"I have learned a lot." Zhang Huo agreed.

Meng Dongguo seemed to be addicted, and he didn't know if he did it intentionally. He suddenly said: "For example, a few poems that have been highly clicked on the Internet in recent days actually seem to me to have flaws in the artistic conception. Of course, these may be The benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see the wise, so it remains to be discussed.”

Sun Mengjie added another word, "Chairman Meng is talking about "Birds and Fishes"? Or "Haiyan"?"

Meng Dongguo smiled and said, "I told it on Weibo. People who have read it may know that I have reservations about these two poems."

What?

Speaking of Zhang Ye?

With a shout, many people looked at Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye's seat immediately became the focus, and their eyes gathered.

Zhang Ye also didn't expect that Meng Dongguo would not only question him publicly on Weibo, but now that it was such an important Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, it was a live program, and it was in Zhang Ye's own unit, Meng Dongguo would also deny him in public, which would kill people. Nod? Did I fucking kill your father or your mother? Are you treating me like this? After the online "education" is over, why should I still go to my workplace to "educate" me? You are sick!

"Who is this?"

"How can you say such a thing?"

"It's not easy for Teacher Xiao Zhang either. What are you going to do?"

"This is a live broadcast! Isn't this meant to destroy people? What a great job!"

Many people in the literary broadcast couldn't stand listening anymore. Even some colleagues who had not had much contact with Zhang Ye before were indignant for a while. Yes, even if Teacher Zhang Ye is not a professional poet writer, even if Teacher Zhang Ye writes mediocre poems, Generally speaking, my writing is not as good as yours, and it is not as literary as yours, but you can't bully people like that! You guys in the Writers' Association are really pushing your limits! This is our unit! This is our radio station!

…

now.

The Poetry Society website also exploded!

"Did you hear everything?"

"Teacher Meng said there is something wrong with "Birds and Fishes" and "Haiyan"?"

"Can't you? I think these two poems are very good?"

"Can the Vice Chairman of the Writers' Association be wrong? It turns out that Zhang Ye is not good at it. I'm still puzzled by so many clicks and retweets. It turns out it was all hype!"

"Yes, this person has no real ability!"

"Is there really something wrong with Zhang Ye's poems?"

Many people who were not aware of yesterday's meager incident also found out through the radio, and today and now is the time period of Zhang Ye's "Storytelling for Old and Young People". Their literary frequency also broadcast the live broadcast, and many of Zhang Ye's listeners were present Listening to it in front of the radio, being openly denied by such an authoritative vice chairman of the Writers Association in the industry, I know that starting tomorrow, the listening rate of Zhang Ye's program will definitely take a major hit, and it is not impossible to reduce it by half. Maybe some people who really like Zhang Ye or people with real judgment will not be disturbed by this, but what about others? People have a herd mentality and a passive mentality of trusting authority!

A new anchor!

Vice Chairman of an Industry Writers Association!

Whose literary level do you trust? It’s clear at a glance!

Meng Dongguo's move was extremely cruel, as if he wanted to kill Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye's lungs were about to explode, and his face was extremely cold. This was to force him to take action!

Zhang Huo secretly glanced at his partner Sun Mengjie, a little bit annoyed that she talked too much. In his heart, he was actually partial to Zhang Ye, not because of Zhang Ye's poems. He also thought that Zhang Ye, a newcomer, could not be better than the teachers of the Writers Association, because Zhang Ye was his colleague, and Zhang Huo felt it was inappropriate for Meng Dongguo to question his colleagues at the broadcast station. After looking at the tablet, Zhang Huo said: "Mr. Meng, the two poems you just talked about were written by our teacher Zhang Ye from our literary broadcast. Teacher Zhang Ye should be here too. I read the messages from the audience. , everyone said that "Birds and Fishes" is very good, but it seems that no one understands what the flaws of this poem are?"

Meng Dongguo smiled and said nothing, and finally said: "Let Dalei explain. Dalei specializes in modern poetry and is also a famous critic. He can analyze it better than me."

Upon hearing this, Da Lei strode up, "Haha, since Chairman Meng called me, since the topic has come to this point, now is the poem tasting session, let me talk about this typical example. In fact, Chairman Meng yesterday I have already said it on Weibo, and I agree with it. "Birds and Fishes" has been very popular on the Internet recently, but it is actually with the help of allusions. Because of the story of this poem saving people's lives, it has led to everyone's popularity and popularity. Hotly discussed and then increased in popularity, in fact, regardless of the value attached to these allusions, this poem has no literary quality, including Zhang Ye's other poems, which are similar. The spirit and spirit are just empty. I can't see what he wants to express. So from the perspective of those in the industry, the original author is just an amateur."

"Is that so?" Zhang Huo said.

Meng Dongguo interjected: "You may not understand this. Since Zhang Ye is also here today, why not let him come up and write a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival. We will analyze and comment on the problems in it at the scene, and it may be easier for you. Got it."

"This..." Zhang Huo looked at the leaders in the audience.

Sun Mengjie was also not sure. Although she still had plenty of time, could they ask their colleagues to come up and provide negative teaching materials? Being slapped in the face by Meng Dongguo and the others? They can’t bear it either!

Dalei also agreed: "Isn't this a poetry tasting session? It's also to let everyone know more about the traditional culture of poetry and songs."

The two of them sang together, and before Zhang Ye said anything, they had already identified him - Zhang Ye was an amateur, and they would let everyone see the difference between professionals and amateurs!

Deputy Director Jia looked at Zhang Huo, thought for a moment, and nodded lightly.

Zhang Huoer said: "Well, it mainly depends on whether Teacher Zhang Ye has any new works. Because this poetry meeting was not notified to Teacher Zhang in advance and was added temporarily, so..." Everyone in their Writers Association said hello in advance, and it took a long time. After notifying everyone, they had plenty of preparation time. They could even find someone to write for themselves. It was possible that they would have time, but Zhang Ye didn’t. Meng Dongguo Dalei and the others shouted at Zhang Ye to come up. Zhang Huo really felt that they had failed. , not even a minute to prepare! This is deliberately trying to find countless faults for Zhang Ye to attack Zhang Ye! What grudge do you have? As for suppressing our colleagues like this? The key point is that Deputy Director Jia nodded and agreed to this rude proposal?

Countless eyes are focused again!

Zhang Ye laughed in anger and asked me to go up? Want to slap me in the face? You are really seeking death!

Wang Xiaomei's eyes darkened when she heard this, and she said to Zhang Ye: "Let them see it, Teacher Zhang! Let them see if our art broadcasters really don't understand art or literature!" It can be seen that Wang Xiaomei also Got angry!

Sister Zhou in front turned around and said, "Teacher Xiao Zhang! Come on!"

Aunt Sun didn't really approve of Zhang Ye's poems at first, but now she couldn't bear it anymore. She was two rows away from the seats and said loudly to Zhang Ye: "Xiao Zhang! Come on! It's too much!"

Tian Bin shouted: "Forget it, don't go!"

Wu Datao shook his head and said: "Xiao Zhang, listen to me and don't go. You, an amateur, really want to try your luck in front of professional teachers? Just say you are not ready, otherwise you will really find too many faults." , if you can’t come to Taiwan, our literary and artistic frequency can’t come to Taiwan either!”

Colleagues with other frequencies around also whispered suggestions: "Teacher Zhang, ignore them."

A colleague complained on behalf of Zhang Ye and said, "If you have the ability to compete with Teacher Zhang on ghost stories! If you have the ability to compete with Teacher Zhang on fairy tales! Writing stories is Zhang Ye's specialty! What is the ability to compete with poetry? How many years have you all been immersed in it? Oh! Are you embarrassed to compare yourself to a newcomer? Huh? "

It's a bit messy down there.

The scene almost felt out of control!

But under the spotlight, Zhang Ye stood up without hesitation, smiled coldly, and raised a "1" gesture to the host Zhang Huo from a distance. Everyone in the radio station knew this gesture, and the host was recording or live broadcasting. When you are ready, you will hit "1" with your assistant or phone editor.

"Zhang Ye!"

"Teacher Zhang! Think clearly!"

"Ouch! Don't go! Don't you see that they are deliberately trying to embarrass you?"

Zhang Ye didn't listen and had already squeezed out the seats one by one.

Zhang Huo understood, "Teacher Zhang said yes, let's welcome him with applause."

Meng Dongguo waited for Zhang Ye to speak and wanted to pick his problem for everyone to analyze.

Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and others were also waiting to see Zhang Ye's joke. Everyone else knew that Zhang Ye was definitely going to make a fool of himself this time, but they didn't expect that he would dare to come up even though he knew he would make a fool of himself!

Amid applause that was either worried, helpless or gloating, Zhang Ye walked firmly onto the stage along the aisle. Under the spotlight and on the red carpet, it was the first time for him to stand in front of so many people. It was not a closed space like broadcasting, but Face to face with so many people in a real sense, Zhang Ye didn't have any stage fright at being paid attention to by so many people. This guy's psychological quality has always been very good. On the contrary, he really enjoyed this feeling!

If you force me to come, then I would rather be respectful than obey your orders!

Are my poems not literary?

Am I overestimating my abilities?

I'm an amateur, are you a professional?

OK! Today I will let you guys from the Beijing Writers Association see who is an amateur and who is a professional!

Sun Mengjie bought time for Zhang Ye and said, "Teacher Zhang, you are not prepared, so you don't have to worry. You can think about it for a while."

"No need." Zhang Ye said.

Zhang Huo was stunned, no need to think about it? Create on site?

Da Lei showed contempt and composed poetry on the spot? Or a poem with a theme? Even he needs at least half an hour to find inspiration! I can't do it, you can do it?

Of course Zhang Ye didn't need to prepare, and he didn't need to prepare either. There was already a song popping up in his head!

When he learned about the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, Zhang Ye was thinking about which poem he should pick out. He had not decided and was not planning to use this poem. Why? Because this song is so classic! It’s such a classic that in Zhang Ye’s world, whenever someone mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival and poetry, nine out of ten people would think of this song! After this poem, there will be no more poems during the Mid-Autumn Festival! It can be said that no Mid-Autumn Festival poem has the influence of this work!

Write first about the Mid-Autumn Festival!

It's well deserved!

Zhang Ye really didn't want to choose it. He wanted to leave some room for it, but now that he saw the ugly faces and aggressiveness of Meng Dongguo Dalei's gang, Zhang Ye was no longer prepared to keep it!

There are people down there who are on tenterhooks.

Sister Zhou asked anxiously: "Can Xiao Zhang do it?"

Aunt Sun said: "If you can't do it, you can't lose your momentum. Those people have shit on us!"

Tian Bin sighed deliberately, "Why bother? Isn't this just humiliating yourself? This Zhang Ye is the real deal! Amateurs are amateurs!"

Ignoring everyone's comments, Zhang Ye took a deep breath as he touched the microphone, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky?"

As soon as these two sentences came out, everyone was stunned!

Not using the modern poetry that Zhang Ye is good at? But the choice of words? Can Zhang Ye also write lyrics?

And how come this poem... makes people get goosebumps? this……

Zhang Ye closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, already entering the state of reciting, "I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade houses at high places. Dance to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is impossible to do this in ancient times." After a long pause for two seconds, Zhang Ye opened his eyes and his eyes softened, slowly Slowly read out the last sentence, "I hope that we will live forever, thousands of miles away...together we can share the beauty of the cicada."