The next day, Zhang Ye went downstairs to work. When he walked to the newsstand west of the subway station, Zhang Ye went over to ask about the newspapers, "Is the Beijing Times here? How much is it? "
"One yuan." The boss said mechanically.
Zhang Ye took out the money, "Give me a copy."
The boss took the money and handed it over, "Alright, take it."
Zhang Ye, who was extremely poor, felt the pinch of this one yuan, but he had no other choice. He had to spend the money that he needed to spend. Following that, he flipped through the pages. When he got on the subway and squeezed onto Line 10, his eyes finally flashed. He happily flipped to the middle page. His name was impressively written in the article. The title was especially attractive — "Two Poems Saved a Life"!
Last night, in the Beijing Radio Station's Literature Channel's "Talk About the World" relationship column and listener interaction program, a female university student had chosen to commit suicide on a live broadcast because her boyfriend was about to leave for New York to study. The program's host, Wang Xiaomei, tried her best to dissuade her, but to little effect. Finally, it was the program's guest, the Literature Channel's "Late-night Ghost Stories" host, Teacher Zhang Ye, who used two poems to save the girl's life!
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to seek the light — "A Generation".
The furthest distance in the world is not being separated by heaven and earth, but me standing in front of your door, yet you do not know that I love you … The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a bird and a fish. One soars in the sky, while the other dives deep into the sea — "The Furthest Distance in the World", also known as "Bird and Fish".
These were the original texts of the two poems.
It was reported that the two poems were composed on the spot by Teacher Zhang Ye. Our reporter had contacted Teacher Zhang through a phone interview late at night. Although it was over the phone, he could not help but be impressed by Teacher Zhang Ye's literary talent.
Ah?
Impressed by my literary talent?
Zhang Ye blushed a little. He had treated the reporter as a ham sausage salesman over the phone. What literary talent was that!
"Bird and Fish" is a modern poem that can instantly strike a person's heart. There is no need to analyze it. As for "A Generation", the power within cannot be analyzed with words. This is a great modern poem. Regardless of whether the author is a newcomer in the poetry world, this poem can only be described as great. Maybe the author's fame and the current era's objective background is not enough to make this poem famous, but I believe that time will prove many things. Maybe in a few years, or decades, or centuries, people will remember this poem and remember a person — Zhang Ye and his "A Generation". It's our generation, it's their generation, and it's the generation after them. "
The evaluation was really high. Zhang Ye's heart was floating.
… …
The unit.
"Morning." Zhang Ye entered the office.
His assistant, Xiaofang, was the first to welcome him. She smiled, revealing her canine teeth, "Teacher Zhang, you came just in time. We were just talking about the news on the Beijing Times. Have you seen it?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "I just saw it too."
Xiaofang giggled, "Everyone was just talking about it. You are the first person from our Literature Channel to appear on the Beijing Times in recent years." She was happy for Zhang Ye, "This is the Beijing Times. Although it's limited to the Beijing area, its circulation is in the hundreds of thousands. Most people do not have such treatment!"
The old host of "Old and Young Story Club", Teacher Feng, also looked over and gave a high evaluation, "Teacher Little Zhang, last night I listened to the rebroadcast again. I repeated the two poems over and over again. Hai, the younger generation will surpass us in time. I'll be retiring soon, so I'll have to rely on you young people backstage."
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "It's not as serious as you say. My literary attainments are still far from it. The first day I came to the station, I came with a learning attitude. It will still be the same in the future. I still need the guidance of all the Teachers."
Tian Bin and Li Si came to work at this moment.
Zhang Ye also saw him. He saw a ruthless look in Tian Bin's eyes, as well as a mix of jealousy and hatred. He ignored Zhang Ye and sat back at his desk. Having his host spot for "Late-night Ghost Stories" snatched by Zhang Ye, Tian Bin was now a substitute DJ. He did not have any work to do, and could only fill in for whoever was lacking. He did not even get to go on a program every three to five days, so it was no wonder he was angry.
However, Li Si's attitude today was completely different from the past. It was obvious that he did not want to say anything, but for some reason, Li Si, who was about to turn around, paused, "… Teacher Zhang, good morning."
Zhang Ye looked at him, "Oh, good morning."
Li Si nodded at him before returning to his seat. He seemed to be admitting defeat and judging the situation.
Upon hearing this, Tian Bin's expression turned even worse. His popularity was average to begin with, and he had often gossiped about others behind their backs. It was no wonder he was deserted today.
Behind him, the station's popular figure, Wang Xiaomei, also arrived at the unit. She still did not look at Zhang Ye, but after greeting a few old comrades and friends she was on good terms with, she unexpectedly said to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, many of the letters from my program's readers are addressed to you. In a while, get my assistant to take them." Although her attitude did not seem to have changed, it had to be known that Wang Xiaomei had never addressed Zhang Ye as "Teacher Zhang" in private. The difference in terms of address was clearly a subconscious acknowledgment.
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye received the letters from the listeners of "Talk About the World". In this era where the internet was rampant, this world was the same as Zhang Ye's previous world. Paper letters were rarely used, but Zhang Ye always believed that writing on paper was more realistic and powerful.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye. I listened to yesterday's program. I'm also a parent, so I won't say much. I'll thank you on behalf of the child's parents."
There were a total of 37 letters. The feedback from the listeners was mostly positive.
Zhang Ye looked at the official email of "Late-night Ghost Accidents" and read all the letters from the listeners. He then went to the Beijing Radio Station's website to look at the comments. Suddenly, he saw a link. He clicked on it and saw that his "The Furthest Distance in the World" had been posted on a large discussion forum!
750,000 views!
There were more than 3000 replies!
"This poem is too touching!"
"So many views? This is the rhythm of it going viral! "
"It's also viral on the internet? I just saw this poem on the Beijing Times this morning. It's really impressive, but I still prefer 'A Generation'. "
"I'm a moderator of the website's literature section, and I'm a literature enthusiast through and through. I've always liked modern poems, and especially like to write about them. I've always thought that I write very well, and have published quite a number of modern poems on the literature section. But after seeing Teacher Zhang Ye's two poems today, I know that I'm a frog in a well. This is a true modern poem. What I write is actually nothing!"
There were praises, and of course, doubts.
"What lousy poem is this? It's just so-so."
"That's right. It's too brain-dead. The furthest distance is this, and the furthest distance is that. Is it even accurate!?"
Even if something was done to the best, it was impossible to satisfy everyone. Zhang Ye knew this. He logged into his account and put on a sockpuppet to post a comment. He did not have any good points, but he had a good attitude. He was calm and peaceful. Seeing the scoldings, he would just smile. He had the bearing of a literary scholar and a great poet. He said in a demeanour, "… F * * k your second granny's lungs! And it's so-so? Do you f * * king know literature? Ah? Such a divine work that has been immortalized for a hundred generations, yet you are dismissive! All of you are a pile of shit! A pile of smelly dog shit! "
The person above turned anxious, "Eh, why are you scolding us?"
There were also netizens who chimed in, "3256th comment is right. All of you don't know art!"
Another netizen said, "There are people criticizing such a classic poem? I really don't understand the aesthetics of some people! "
"That's right. This is a poem that saved a person's life, and it's so-so? Then write a 'Saving a Person' for us to see! "
Under Zhang Ye's lead, the two people who had posted negative comments were drowned by the spit. They dejectedly no longer spoke. Seeing everyone's enthusiastic response, Zhang Ye unashamedly logged down. He did not feel that he was wretched. All literary scholars had such a temper!
I have a saying — When it's time to make a move, make a move!
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