I’m Really a Superstar

May people last forever?

Sharing cicadas thousands of miles apart?

Zhang Ye had finished reciting his poems, and the lingering sound was still lingering. Goosebumps all over the place seemed to have exploded, and they were completely silent for a moment! The entire auditorium was filled with echoes from the microphone!

As soon as this poem came out, the whole house was shocked!

Meng Dongguo was stunned when he heard it halfway!

Teachers from the Writers Association such as Big Lei Zheng Anbang and Little Red Mushroom were also dumbfounded!

Don't talk about them. If you look at the atmosphere of the entire auditorium, you can see that every one of the audience sitting below was silent. Even the host Zhang Huo was so stunned that he took the microphone and forgot to speak. Hostess Sun Mengjie was even worse. She stared straight-eyed and didn't even notice that the microphone fell from her palm. It wasn't until the microphone fell on the red carpet of the podium with a heavy muffled sound that she came to her senses, and then Everyone was pulled back into their bodies by this sound, as if they had just climbed down from the moon in the sky in Zhang Ye's poem!

Wow!

The shouts suddenly broke out!

"good words!"

"I'm going!"

"Oh my God! I heard something!"

"A stroke of genius! A stroke of genius!"

"It's so awesome! This poem is so awesome!"

Some people couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly!

Below, Zhao Guozhou, Director Zhao and Wang Xiaomei also looked shocked!

I heard Sister Zhou exclaiming: "Such a good word! Did Teacher Xiao Zhang really create it on the spot? My God! My Buddha! My Guanyin Bodhisattva! My Jesus! My God!" She There are quite a lot of religions that I believe in, and there are all kinds of things. "The song "Petrel" was composed on the spot, "Birds and Fishes" and "A Generation" were performed on the spot, and "See or Not See" was written at that time. , this song was also written on the spur of the moment? How is that possible! How on earth does this little teacher Zhang’s head grow!”

Hooray!

I don’t know who was the first to applaud! Thunderous applause!

This is not a description! It’s really a thunderous movement! The ceiling of the entire auditorium seemed to be ripped off! No sound can be heard except applause!

What's so good about this poem? Many laymen may not be able to tell the truth.

But they know it must be good.

Only Meng Dongguo and Zheng Anbang know what the realm of this poem is. This poem is so wonderfully written, imagining and thinking around the Mid-Autumn Moon, and incorporating the joys and sorrows of the world into the philosophical pursuit of life in the universe. !

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.

I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?

Every sentence is a classic, and every sentence is full of charm. Some words and phrases even need to be chewed over many times to understand their profound artistic conception! For example, the phrase "ride the wind and return home"? Why use the word "gui"? Several people from the Writers Association didn't understand it when they listened to it for the first time, but after listening to it, they gradually understood that the word "gui" can be said to be the finishing touch, expressing that Zhang Ye, the original author, did not understand at all. I regard myself as a mortal in the world, but think that I am an immortal, transcendent from the world, so I want to "return" to the immortal palace instead of going to the immortal palace. It seems arrogant, but the spirit of this poem is suddenly out of touch with the world. , improved to more than one level! Coupled with the last sentence, more than a dozen teachers and writers in the Writers Association were shocked and speechless!

Zhang Ye?

who is this?

Who is this?

Except for Meng Dongguo and others who knew Zhang Ye a little bit, the other teachers from the Writers' Association didn't know this person at all. They had never even heard of him before, so they were all shocked. How could someone who could write such words be an unknown person? How could it be a newcomer they had never heard of? And what you need to know is that these people have been preparing for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest for many days, but this person was named! He didn't even have a moment to prepare! Just such a move! No one here thinks they can do it! What's more, he wrote such an earth-shattering poem!

When did such a ruthless person appear in the poetry world!

Two minutes, the applause lasted for a full two minutes before it ended!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Then, shouts rang out one after another, and many people chanted Zhang Ye's name, cheering for him, cheering him up, and supporting him!

Why?

Just because Meng Dongguo was too bullying before!

Denying Zhang Ye in public? And you said he was an amateur? Are you calling him by name and asking him to come up? You also have to point out his mistakes and then teach everyone how to write poems and lyrics? Don't forget that this is the Beijing Radio Station, Zhang Ye's unit. Everyone is a little angry when their colleagues are bullied like this! Seeing Zhang Ye show off his power and compose such a miraculous poem, everyone started cheering him on. On the surface, they were shouting Zhang Ye's name to cheer him, but in fact they were in the miserable Meng Dongguo and Dalei's gang!

Deputy Director Jia had a dark face and stood up and clapped his hands vigorously. This is still a live broadcast. What are you doing!

Seeing that the stage leader came forward, everyone stopped shouting and sat down one after another, waiting to watch the fun!

The host Zhang Huofang was free and could speak. He took a breath and said, "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of your poem? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"."

Sun Mengjie said: "I don't know how to evaluate it anymore. I am a layman and I don't understand poetry, but I didn't even know that I dropped the microphone just now. You should know how much I love this poem. Really, I I love this poem so much, it’s so beautiful!”

Zhang Ye was also a master who was afraid of chaos in the world, and said one after another: "It doesn't matter, you are a layman, but we have experts on site, they are all professional teachers from the Writers Association." Turning his head, he looked at Meng Dongguo and Da Lei, the two of them had already sat back in the audience when Zhang Ye was reading poems, but Zhang Ye still found them at a glance, "Teacher Meng, Teacher Dalei, just now the two teachers said that my works are not literary. They have not done so before. I have said that I may not be good at writing poetry. Well, I also admit that I am a beginner and an amateur. I also humbly seek advice from several teachers and would like to ask you to help me improve my level. This is the stage of poetry appreciation. Can’t you give me some advice?”

Zhang Huo was almost happy.

Sun Mengjie also couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

Hearing this, Da Lei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and almost went up to scold me, "You uncle!" I'm giving you shit!

Looking for a problem? Finding fault? I still haven’t fully understood the meaning of this poem! Where can I go to find fault with you? Although he was unconvinced, even though he was angry, this irritation was more like irritation. Objectively speaking, Da Lei had to admit that Zhang Ye's lyrics were simply perfect. Let alone them, anyone else would be the same. I can't find fault with them. Zhang Ye is treating them badly!

Meng Dongguo was more direct. He lowered his head and whispered to a young man from the Writers Association next to him. He seemed to be chatting about poetry and pretended not to hear what Zhang Ye said.

The people who were clamoring before are silent!

Faced with such a shocking poem, they couldn't say anything!

When Zhang Ye saw this, he felt that it was meaningless, and there was no need to say more. He had already made his voice heard with his works, not to mention that this was a live broadcast, with many listeners listening. It was not easy for Zhang Ye to talk too much. He would make mistakes if he talked too much. , but it will make him passive. Although anyone with a discerning eye would know that Zhang Ye was retaliating with those words just now, he still said it perfectly. He always admitted that he was an amateur and a beginner who asked for advice, and others could not say anything. So he handed the microphone back to the host and prepared to leave the stage.

Zhang Huo was enthusiastic, "Teacher Zhang, although you have entered the second stage of poetry review, you have always been a member of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Club. Your poem will definitely be voted for by netizens. Do you want to canvass for yourself?" ?”

Zhang Ye turned around and smiled, "It's okay, no need."

No need to canvass votes? Meng Dongguo and the others are canvassing for votes, so you don’t have to?

Zhang Huo didn't understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was, so he could only respect his thoughts.

Meng Dongguo below heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly, not canvassing for votes? It didn't matter if he canvassed for votes. He thought he was still determined to win the first place this time.

There are two reasons. First, he thinks his poems are also very good. He does not admit that his "Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Rainy Night" is any worse than Zhang Ye's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". He thinks that his poem is a modern poem. A rare Mid-Autumn Festival poem in recent years. Second, he had a time advantage. Meng Dongguo was the first to appear and recite poems in the poetry meeting. It ended at twelve o'clock and ended at two o'clock, which lasted two hours. The longer this link lasted, the more people voted. This is all Undisputed, this is the reason why Meng Dongguo was arranged to come up first. As the vice chairman of the Beijing Writers Association and a leading figure in poetry and poetry in the capital, he can participate in this kind of competition. If he takes second place, it will be a shameless thing. Whether he or the radio station, they will definitely try their best to ensure that he does so. If he can win the championship, otherwise Meng Dongguo probably won't come to participate, which will affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

It's already half past one, which means Zhang Ye still has less than half an hour!

Even if netizens and listeners like his poems and vote for him, how many votes can they cast? He would definitely not be able to surpass Meng Dongguo, so he believed that this championship was a sure win!

He thinks so, and so do others.

For example, Big Thunder and Little Red Mushroom are thinking the same way. They know that even if Zhang Ye writes this poem well, he will not have any hope of competing for the championship. Even the top three is unlikely. How many shots can he cast in more than 20 minutes? Everyone else had tens of thousands of votes. It would be great if Zhang Ye could only get one of the top ten! Once the results come out, everyone will not care about the process or whether there is enough voting time. All they will see is the result. By then, the top three places will be taken by people from their Writers Association. Zhang Ye can only be ranked outside the third place, and it can be counted as Zhao Guozhou. The people from the Writers Association who led the team saved a lot of face!

Ha, okay!

Your poems this time are literary!

We also admit that your words are really good!

But so what? Don’t you have to line up behind us? Finally, when everyone takes a look, you are still not as professional a teacher as a professional group like our Writers Association!

Literary men are quite stubborn. Maybe it was because of a small collision at the beginning that the knot became bigger and bigger. No one was willing to give up. Anyway, they were competing with Zhang Ye! Perhaps this is also the collision between them, teachers from the Writers Association with orthodox backgrounds, and Zhang Ye, an unorthodox "amateur" who writes about supernatural beings, fairy tales and poetry, who became a monk on the way! No one will give up until the other party is convinced!