Zhang Lu was stunned, "Life is as beautiful as the summer flowers?"
"Death is as beautiful as … the autumn leaves?" A young editor also recited in a daze.
"The words are well written! This poem is even better! "An old editor exclaimed!
"Teacher Zhang Ye is really talented! I believe it today! "The only woman in the room said.
Zhang Ye put down his brush and looked at the female editor with a smile, "So you didn't believe it in the past?"
The woman blushed and quickly waved her hands, "No, not at all. It's just that I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I didn't have such deep feelings. Hai, I said something wrong. Chief Editor Zhang still wants to treat you to dinner tonight. When the time comes, I'll drink as a penalty as an apology."
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "It's alright. There's no need to be so particular. Hur Hur, I was just joking."
Zhang Lu was still looking at the words, "Did you really think of this on the spur of the moment? Awesome, using this poem as a preface is too appropriate! That kind of artistic conception is simply indescribable! "
The publishing firm's staff all applauded in unison. Some of them even clapped and praised Zhang Ye without holding back.
Zhang Ye also hurriedly said a few humble words. Although this poem was just a simple sentence, and in terms of word count, it was even fewer than "A Generation", but the fewer the words, the more one could see the foundation of it. It was not simple to write. There was a saying that went, "The Great Way is the simplest". This might be the reasoning behind it. This poem actually had a long history. It was a line from his world's famous Indian poet Tagore's "Stray Birds". The translation was by Zheng Zhenduo. In Zhang Ye's world, it was a famous line. "See Me or Not" and "This is also Everything" were not as famous as this line. The original version was good, and the translation was even better. In just a short line, the rich artistic conception was vivid on the paper!
Why was this preface good?
Why did Zhang Ye use this line as a preface?
Firstly, Zhang Ye wanted to echo the works in his compilation. The poems that he liked, the poems that he used in this world, were more open and open. Be it flamboyant, or senseless, or cursing, or moving, or facing death unflinchingly, or exuding vitality. This short poem from "Stray Birds" was naturally the most appropriate. It seemed to summarize all the works that he used, including them all. Secondly, this poem also reflected Zhang Ye's character and ideals. It could even be described as a wish.
Life is like summer flowers.
And die like autumn leaves.
This saying might be a little artistic, but in Mandarin, it was borrowed from a phrase given by a great man to commemorate Comrade Liu Hulan. This poem could also be translated into English — Live a great life, die a glorious death! Actually, Zhang Ye had wanted to use the words of a great person as a preface, but these words were a bit too direct. There was no need to praise oneself so great and glorious. Hence, one of the poems of his world's famous "Stray Birds" was born!
…
Go home.
Zhang Ye began to annotate and annotate it.
This amount of work was not small. If he were to foolishly do it by himself, not to mention a day, he might not even be able to finish it in a month. Furthermore, it would definitely be filled with mistakes. Hence, Zhang Ye looked at his game Reputation. When it slowly reached 200,000 points, he bought two Memory Search Capsules from the Merchant Shop. He used it to look at the analysis and annotations of the poems from his world.
After a day and night, he finally submitted the manuscript.
…
Today.
It was almost night. Autumn was nearing its end. The sky turned dark early.
Zhang Ye looked at the setting sun and lay motionless in bed. His hands were sore and his neck hurt. There was not a part of his body that was not tired. Although his brain already had something in the past two days of annotating, and all he needed to do was to use the Memory Search Capsules to present the subconscious memories, it was not a small amount of work. He still had to change the manuscript and annotate it. After a long time, he had finally finished it last night. Today, Zhang Ye stayed in bed without moving. He did not even go for a run that he had insisted on for the past few days. He needed to take a break.
Ring, ring, ring.
Zhang Lu from the publishing firm called.
After lying in bed for a day, Zhang Ye felt a little better. He reached out his hand to answer the phone, "Hello, Chief Editor Zhang."
"Teacher Zhang, it's been hard on you." Zhang Lu smiled on the phone, "I have already gone through the annotations last night. There are no problems this time. Then, the layout during the day and the illustrations have already been done. I just came out of the printing plant. The first edition has already been printed. If there are no accidents, we will use this edition to sell it. In a few days, it will be released on the shelves. Oh, but before that, I still need you to take a look first. After all, this is your compilation, so you need to personally approve it. Are you at home? Is it convenient now? "
Zhang Ye said politely, "Why don't I go look for you?"
"There's no need. I'm just nearby. I'll go to your house?" Zhang Lu said.
"Sure." Zhang Ye did not mind. He also wanted to see his compilation as soon as possible. Compared to "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and those fairy tales, this compilation's sales would definitely not be as good as the other two. There was no need to compare. It would definitely not surpass them. However, the value of "Zhang Ye's compilation" was immeasurable. In terms of literature and meaning, it was something that "Ghost Blows Out the Light" could not compare to!
What did a compilation represent?
This was fame! This was fame!
It could be said that once this compilation was published, there would be a person like Zhang Ye in the literary world. No matter who denied it, it would be useless. His position had already been recognized by the market and the people. What poet, literary scholar, they all had to be tested by the market. If not, the title of literary scholar would just be a self-proclaimed title. This was because literature was not just for literary peers to read, but for the common people. Just like Wang Shuixin. He had a reputation in the domestic poetry world, but if he wanted to publish a poetry compilation, there was probably no publishing house that would be willing to do it. This was because even if they did, they would not be able to earn any money. Who knew how much the publishing house would lose!
It was time to get up.
Zhang Ye took a shower and tidied up the house.
Ding dong. The doorbell rang. He went to open the door, "Chief Editor Zhang, you're …" Before he could finish his sentence, he was slightly stunned, "It's you?"
There was a strange person standing outside.
She was wearing a hat, aviator goggles and a face mask.
If it were anyone else, they would probably jump in fright. They would think that a criminal had come. However, Zhang Ye was clearly very familiar with this figure. He had encountered such a scene a few times, "Sister Zhang? Why are you here? "
Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful eyes under the sunglasses looked at him, "Am I not welcome?"
"Welcome." Zhang Ye said listlessly, "Please come in."
Today, Zhang Yuanqi was dressed in a gorgeous outfit. She wore a bright red blouse, a black hip-hugging skirt, black stockings, and a pair of red stiletto heels that were at least 10 centimeters tall. She was taller than Zhang Ye. Her figure looked especially slim. She was curvy and had all the right curves!
She was not afraid of the cold!
Zhang Ye closed the door and said, "What did you go to do?"
Zhang Yuanqi kicked off her stilettos, revealing her beautiful feet. She sat on a chair in Zhang Ye's house barefoot. She leaned back and took a deep breath, looking a little tired, "The premiere."
Kicking off her shoes?
Barefoot?
What sort of image was that!? And she was even a Heavenly Queen!?
"'White Maiden 2'? Today's premiere? "Zhang Ye was also very concerned about her, so he knew about it.
Zhang Yuanqi acknowledged, "I took advantage of the chaos and took a taxi to escape. Do you have water?"
"Let me see." Zhang Ye rummaged around and threw her an unopened bottle of mineral water, "This is the last bottle. Leave some for me. I need to drink too." Being familiar with the Heavenly Queen, Zhang Ye was no longer so polite, "Oh right, the next time you come, at least give me a call first. Let me be mentally prepared."
Zhang Yuanqi looked at him, "The phone is with my manager. Do you see if my clothes have pockets? Oh right, go downstairs. I haven't paid for the taxi. "
"Ah?"
"I didn't bring my wallet."
"… You sure are great."
Zhang Ye could only run downstairs.
The taxi driver had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Zhang Ye coming over to pay, he said angrily, "Aren't you delaying my work!? You dare to take a taxi without bringing any money!? Is that your girlfriend? Why is she so … "Upon saying this, the taxi driver was suddenly stunned," Aiyah, are you Teacher Zhang Ye? "
Zhang Ye smiled bitterly, "That's me."
The taxi driver quickly stuffed the money into his hands, "Then I don't want it."
Zhang Ye was stunned, "How can I do that? Please take it, please take it. "
The taxi driver looked at him and said, "Who doesn't know that you went bankrupt to save a fan? Later, to seek justice for Father Wei, you even lost your job. If I were to take your money, wouldn't I be scolded to death by my taxi friends!? No, no! I'm leaving! "
"Don't! Hey! Master! "Zhang Ye chased after him.
The taxi driver turned the steering wheel, turned the car around, and stepped on the accelerator, leaving the district.
Zhang Ye felt a warmth in his heart as he shouted at the back of the car, "Thank you, Master!"
The side window was rolled down. The taxi driver stretched out his hand and gave Zhang Ye a thumbs up before the car disappeared from sight.
He went upstairs and went home.
The window was open, so Zhang Yuanqi, who was upstairs, had probably heard the conversation downstairs.
Zhang Yuanqi was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed. She was holding a book in her hands and looked up, "You have quite the reputation?"
Zhang Ye said, "Come on. If you take off your mask, you can walk around the country without doing anything. How can my little fame compare to yours?"
Zhang Yuanqi said, "I'll return the money to you later."
"Forget it. I don't plan on taking it. Just don't snatch my songs in the future."
Just as he was talking, the doorbell rang!
Holy sh * t! Things are going to be bad!
Zhang Ye exclaimed before suddenly remembering the matter at hand. He looked at Zhang Yuanqi, "About that, someone from my house is coming. It's from the publishing firm. You …"
Zhang Yuanqi frowned, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't call me ahead of time!" Zhang Ye looked left and right, trying to find a place to hide.
Zhang Yuanqi reached out for her glasses and mask.
Zhang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "It's so dark, who would wear this at home? Anyway, it's even weirder! "
This was an open room, so there was no place to hide. Zhang Yuanqi decided to shift her chair, with her back facing the door. She did not think much of it as she continued reading, "That's it!"
The doorbell rang again.
Zhang Ye could not drag it on any longer. He was a little worried that the Heavenly Queen would cause trouble at his house if someone saw her. After hesitating for a moment, he nervously opened the door. However, there was someone blocking the door, as if she did not plan on letting them in. "Chief Editor Zhang, yo, Editor Chen and Editor Sun are here too?"
There were three people, two men and a woman.
Zhang Lu smiled, "It was on the way back from work. Everyone is in the same car."
The female editor's eyes were sharp. She saw the back of the woman in the room, "Eh! This is … "
Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat. It's over. This is bad. The Heavenly Queen has been recognized!
Then the female editor giggled and said, "This is Teacher Zhang Ye's wife, right? She looks beautiful just from her back! Teacher Zhang sure is lucky! "
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