The poem was finished.
Zhang Ye noticed that the female university student did not reply for a long time, so he carried on, "This poem is called 'The Furthest Distance in the World'. It's also called 'Flying Bird and Fish'. Today, I'm giving it to you. Is Beijing very far from New York? I don't think so at all. You can still meet, get to know each other, fall in love, or meet again. Are you defeated by this bit of geographical distance? Then your feelings are nothing. Lady, don't use distance as an excuse. Don't use distance to escape from reality. In my opinion, the distance between the two of you isn't far at all. Think of that flying bird, think of that little fish. If you are still so stubborn and self-righteous, then I won't say a word even if you cut me with a blade! "
"…"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Then, the sound of a girl's sobbing could be heard, "Flying bird … and fish … Sob … Flying bird … and fish …"
Upon hearing the sobbing, the people in the broadcast studio were very excited. The girl's performance had been too calm and collected, but she was crying? It showed that she was moved!
The female university student sobbed, "Teacher, I … What … What should I do?"
Zhang Ye thought for a moment, "I don't know what to do either. This is your own path. You have to walk it yourself."
"But I … Sob … I don't know how to walk it …" The female university student pleaded.
Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the glass, gestured to Zhang Ye exaggeratedly! The other Literature Channel staff were also secretly anxious. Couldn't you just tell her what to do? Save her first. What did he mean by walking her own path? What if she still couldn't walk it?
Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye from below.
However, Zhang Ye did not seem to feel it.
The female university student cried, "Teacher, tell me … What to do … I believe you … Sob … Now I can't sleep every night … What should I do … Every day … I'm drowsy … It's all at night … I can't see the future …"
Seeing her sobbing, Zhang Ye actually calmed down, "Miss, I have no way of helping you decide your path, nor do I have the right to help you decide. Besides, even if we say anything, you won't listen. You need to think it through. Let me give you another poem. I hope you can think it through."
Another poem?
Everyone outside held their breaths.
Zhang Ye said deeply, "The dark night gave me black eyes, but I used them to seek the light."
This poem still did not exist in this world, but in Zhang Ye's previous world, it was very famous. It was Gu Cheng's "A Generation". The entire poem only had one sentence. It was very short, but the power contained within it was not short. It was also very difficult to analyze and analyze the meaning contained within the poem. It could only be said that different people would see different things. Zhang Ye had given this poem to her, hoping that she would be able to comprehend it. At least when Zhang Ye was lost, this poem had accompanied him for a long time.
"The dark night … gave me black eyes, but I used them … to find the light." The female university student repeated the story and gradually stopped crying.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
The female university student suddenly said, "Teacher Zhang, thank you. I think I know what to do. I will wait for him. I also want to wait for him. No matter the outcome, I will not commit suicide. Thank you. Your two poems … I will remember them for life!"
Zhang Ye said, "I wish you happiness. I also believe that a good girl like you will be happy."
On the computer screen in front, the netizens and listeners' comments were exploding. It had broken a historical record. There was no way to refresh it all!
"Heavens!"
"Teacher Zhang Ye is too awesome!"
"That's right. This is the first time I've seen a radio host who can speak so well!"
"The furthest distance in the world? This poem is too emotional! "
"I think the latter one is the best. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I used them to seek the light. It's really a masterpiece, a masterpiece of all ages!"
"No wonder he could write a divine work like 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'. I finally understand Teacher Zhang Ye's artistic standards. These two poems are enough to show it!"
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. I've decided. I will support listening to 'Late-night Ghost Stories' every day!"
The alarm was finally lifted. Wang Xiaomei heaved a sigh of relief and quickly said to her listeners, "Thank you everyone for listening to today's' Talk About the World '. See you tomorrow at the same time."
With the equipment disconnected, the live broadcast ended!
Wang Xiaomei leaned back in her chair. She felt a little weak.
Zhang Ye smiled wryly as he touched the back of his shirt. He was also sweating. Your sister. This was the first time he was a guest, and he had met someone committing suicide on a live broadcast. How could he live!? Thankfully, he had the wisdom of his predecessors. He had managed to fool the girl!
The outer door opened and everyone rushed in.
Deputy Station Head Jia was no longer around. Zhao Guozhou was the first to enter. He immediately said loudly, "Well done, Little Zhang! Well done! "
"It was really thrilling!"
"Our Teacher Zhang is so talented!"
Everyone was impressed and began praising him!
Zhang Ye's telephone editor, Xiaofang, also gave a thumbs up from behind the crowd, "Teacher Zhang, those two poems of yours were too great!"
The mouth can kill, but the mouth can also save. Today's live broadcast had broadened everyone's horizons. They had seen it all in one go and felt many things.
Wang Xiaomei stood up and said boldly, "Leader, today was all my fault. I will accept the station's punishment. My words were too extreme." Zhao Guozhou looked at her and did not want to criticize her too much, "Write a reflection and give it to me tomorrow.
Zhao Guozhou looked at her and didn't want to criticize her too much. "Write a reflection and give it to me tomorrow. Actually, it's not all your fault. That female university student was already prepared to commit suicide. Even if she didn't make the call, she would have definitely committed suicide anyway. From another perspective, this is a good thing. We enlightened her and saved a life. Yes, but in the future, we have to be careful when we do programs. We have to consider the audience's emotions and receptivity to the greatest extent. This live broadcast is a lesson for everyone and also an experience."
It was over.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Wang Xiaomei looked at Zhang Ye, "These two poems were composed by you?"
Zhang Ye could not say no. After all, these poems did not exist in this world, "Yes."
"You can even write poems?" Wang Xiaomei was still unconvinced.
When Zhao Guozhou, who was about to leave, heard this, he turned around and chuckled, "You might not know how Little Zhang was hired, right? It was because of a prose poem called "The Song of the Stormy Petrel". Little Zhang's artistic attainment in poetry is something that even the entire Literature Channel combined cannot compare to. " Saying that, he recalled a little and began reciting from the beginning. Zhang Ye did not expect Zhao Guozhou to be able to recite the poem verbatim. It showed how much he loved this prose poem, "… This is the courageous petrel, above the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, proudly flying; This is the prophecy of victory, shouting: Let the storm come more fiercely!"
When everyone heard this, many of them were amazed by it!
"Good poem!"
"It's written to my heart's content!"
"This poem was also composed on the spot?"
The few poems were each more amazing than the last. At this moment, everyone thought back to what had just happened. They could not help but have an interesting thought. Being hipster was a sickness. Being a literary young woman was even more of a sickness. Who could cure such a sickness? The answer was very simple. Only a literary young man who was more literary than a literary young woman could cure it!
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