The starry sky was endless.
It was 11 PM.
After eating, the Heavenly Queen, Zhang Yuanqi, was hugging her chest and leaning against the headboard. She was sending emails on her cellphone. She might have been working, but her face was solemn. She had no intention of responding to Zhang Ye.
Getting rid of the donkey once it's out of the millstone!
You forgot about this bro after eating your fill?
Zhang Ye knew that she was busy, so he did not disturb her. He did not have the confidence to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was already standing at the top of the domestic entertainment circle, while Zhang Ye was just a fledgling nobody. He could not even be considered a celebrity. At most, he could be called a public figure. The difference between them was like heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this, so he was very respectful to his seniors.
Switching on his computer, he began doing his own things. When he saw his Weibo, Zhang Ye was suddenly stunned. Eh, why did his Weibo post have so many forwards? Only with a glance did he realize that it was the Weibo post of "Flying Bird and Fish". He remembered that when it was first published, there were quite a number of forwards, but it was at most 2-3 thousand, right? Now, this poem's Weibo post suddenly had more than 8000 forwards. It had tripled! After being surprised for a moment, Zhang Ye did not think much of it. Thinking back to his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" had more than 100 million hits on the internet. How many people had not seen it before? Hence, it was reasonable for it to explode a little. A good poem could not be buried. As for the reason, Zhang Ye analyzed that it was driven by many factors. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tales, other poems. As the number of people who knew him increased, people would pay attention to his other works. As a result, Zhang Ye's works were spurred on as a whole!
"Good poem!"
"I only learned of this poem today!"
"So many forwards? Let me take a look first. "
"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"
"You only saw it now? It's a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It's especially legendary! "
Zhang Ye happily browsed through everyone's comments. They were basically all positive, so he was reading them with relish. But suddenly, a comment appeared!
Meng Dongguo.
Certified: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President, Poet, Author.
He was a Big V. He had more than 3 million fans!
Meng Dongguo's verified Weibo openly questioned, "I don't know why following trends is so popular. There are so many people watching and commenting. Is this a good poem? It's legendary? Saved a life? The value of a poem is its literary aspect, not the additional value of other stories and allusions. I did not see any literary aspect in this poem. All I saw was moaning and drooling. How could this be called a modern poem? You call this literature? Also, the author's poem, "A Generation", I won't comment on the verse, but this title feels awkward no matter how I look at it. A child in his early twenties using a generation? This should be our word, right? You haven't grown up yet, and you still have a long way to go. You still don't have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write this kind of poem in a daze. It'll only invite ridicule! "
Some people didn't like to hear that.
"It can't be. I think it's very good! "
"What's wrong with young people? Can't young people write poems? "
"That's hilarious. You're denying everything he said just because you're young and don't know anything? And he's even the Vice-President of the Beijing Writers' Association? "
But there were also more people who joined the ranks of the doubters.
Among them were many writers and poets from the Beijing Writers' Association. All of them were certified.
Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice-President Meng has come out? Actually, I can't stand it anymore. This poem is very popular now, but even after reading it many times, I still can't figure out what's good about it! "
Children's author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem can't be said to be bad, but it's just average. It doesn't deserve this level of attention!"
Beijing's famous poet, pseudonym Big Thunder, posted, "It's a mess! Bullshit! What kind of poem is this? What are you trying to express with 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'? Do you think this is still the old society? Even if you want to express the resistance and helplessness of that time, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? You rely on your imagination to write poems? It would be a wonder if there's any literary value! At most, it's just a moment of sensationalism! The people who chase after you are the same. What's wrong with all of them? Do they still have any appreciation for art? I'm really too puzzled! "
Suddenly, five to six writers and poets bombarded Zhang Ye!
Zhang Ye, who was sitting in front of the computer, couldn't help but curse, "Holy sh * t! Are you the reinforcements hired by a monkey? Where did all of you come from? Did I offend all of you? "
It was unknown when Zhang Yuanqi had walked behind Zhang Ye. She was hugging her shoulders with a straight face. She stared at his computer screen without blinking, "Who are they scolding?"
"They're scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.
Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? The Beijing Writers' Association's Leader? This person should be quite famous in the industry, right? And Little Red Mushroom? She's the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I've seen one of his poems before. He's not ranked highly in the country, but he's quite famous in Beijing. " The literary circle had been merging with the entertainment circle in recent years. It was almost inseparable. As an A-list Big Sis in the circle, Zhang Yuanqi understood this. She was very objective in her evaluation of them. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the qualifications to say this. If it were anyone else, they would not dare to say that they were not ranked highly in the country. "There are so many Beijing poets and writers, why are they scolding you together? Are you famous? "
Zhang Ye was still feeling depressed, "What fame do I have? I've only written a few poems. Who knows what's wrong with them to scold me. Is there a problem with my poems? What a joke! "
When Zhang Yuanqi heard this, she looked at him for the first time, "You even know how to write poems?"
"Of course. Have you heard of 'Flying bird and fish'?"
"… No."
"What about 'A Generation'?"
"… I've never heard of it."
"Alright, pretend I didn't say anything!"
Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She pointed her chin with a deadpan expression, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. The moment Zhang Ye stood up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.
Zhang Ye no longer had the time to care about this. "They're going too far!"
Zhang Yuanqi was probably done with her work, so she said a few more words to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause and effect. Go take a look at the Weibo of the first person who doubted you, Meng Dongguo."
When Zhang Ye checked, he was enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems at the beginning of the month, but other than a few fans praising it, no one had seen it. Zhang Ye's poem had ten times more views than all his poems combined. "He saw that a newcomer like me had better results than him, so he dragged me down? What a grandson! What sort of people are they!? "
Zhang Yuanqi only watched the show and did not say a word.
At this moment, a bunch of fans of Meng Dongguo and a few other poets and writers had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to scold him. They did not care about the facts!
"Sensationalism!"
"He even dares to post such a crappy poem?"
"Everyone, don't look at this person's poem. Industry experts have already evaluated it. This is not called literature. It has no value at all!"
"It can't be? It's pretty good! "
"Do you know better or do the experts know better?"
"That's right. Even the Beijing Writers' Association's Vice-President has said it's not good!"
"So that's why. I thought it was a good poem. It's a waste of my feelings!"
"That's right. I even told my child Zhang Ye's poem. I never expected it to have no cultural value. Isn't this harming others? It's fine if it harms me, but don't mislead my child! "
"Zhang! Get out of the poetry world! "
"Get out! We don't need you here! "
"To think I used to like Zhang Ye's poems. Hai, how disappointing!"
Some of Zhang Ye's original fans were also misled by Meng Dongguo and a few other poets. They began to complain!
However, there were also people who firmly supported Zhang Ye. However, they quickly swallowed their spittle. There was no chance for them to speak!
Zhang Ye felt his heart ache when he saw this. This was the popularity that Zhang Ye had painstakingly accumulated. In the end, it was destroyed by a few words from these people. Even those who still supported Zhang Ye's poems would not be so firm in their hearts. After all, so many industry Teachers and famous authors and poets had collectively denied Zhang Ye. Everyone would wonder if his poems were really not good enough?
His own fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is such a circle. If not, then get used to others."
"If not, then what?" Zhang Ye asked.
Zhang Yuanqi's expression was very cold, "… If not, then let others get used to you."
Zhang Ye thought for a moment and digested Zhang Yuanqi's words. Suddenly, his anger dissipated. Looking at those fans who were scolding or disappointed in him, Zhang Ye posted on Weibo.
It was a response!
A response to everyone!
Zhang Yuanqi was watching by his side. Seeing Zhang Ye type word by word, her eyes changed for the first time. A glimmer flashed in her eyes!
This was what Zhang Ye wrote:
"See me, or not see me. I'll be there, neither sad nor happy."
"Read me, or not see me. Love is there, neither coming nor going."
"Love me, or not love me. Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing."
"Follow me, or not follow me. My hand is in your hand, neither parting nor abandoning."
"Come into my arms, or let me live in your heart."
"Silence, love, silence, joy."
This was a poem that was a late bloomer. Why did it say so? This was because according to the age of this poem, it was already quite old in Zhang Ye's world. However, it had always been a tepid and unknown poem. It was only after the movie "If You Are the One 2" was broadcasted that this poem became popular. The ending song of "Palace" was also written by it. Later on, some people said that this poem was written by Tsangyang Gyatso, but in fact, it was not. Later on, there was a copyright lawsuit. The original author of this poem was Tashi Lam Dodo. The original title of the poem was "The Silence of Banzagulu Baima", also known as "See me or not".
Some people might question if this was a love poem. Was it appropriate to use it here?
But many people did not know that this poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with kinship. The inspiration for this poem came from the famous words of Master Rinpoche, "I have never abandoned those who believe in me, or even those who do not believe in me. Although they cannot see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassionate heart." This poem expressed the Guru's unwavering love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romance.
Zhang Ye used it as a response just right!
Maybe he was not as noble as the original author wanted to express, but at this moment, it represented his feelings!
No matter if the people who like me have all left me.
I'll be here, neither parting nor abandoning, neither sad nor happy!
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