Offstage.
Wang Xiaomei was fiddling with her cellphone, "You can't go online?"
Zhang Ye did not know if she was talking to him, so he answered, "Ah, there's no signal."
"How are you going to post a poem without the Internet?" Wang Xiaomei glanced at him.
Zhang Ye blinked, "How did you know that I would be participating in this poetry meet competition?"
Wang Xiaomei said matter-of-factly, "With your temper, it would be a wonder if you could take it lying down. Whether I see you or not, you will be neither happy nor sad? I'll just treat it as a joke. "
Zhang Ye sweated. That's true. He was not that magnanimous.
"Do you need me to ask whose cellphone has a signal? Borrow one for you? "Wang Xiaomei said proactively.
Zhang Ye said, "There's no need. If I wanted to post, I would post it. However, I haven't thought of a poem yet. Teacher Xiaomei, what's the matter?"
"Why am I so proactive?" Wang Xiaomei said calmly, "Because you represent our Literature Channel. You are already our channel's signature host. By doubting you, they are denying the Literature Channel's cultural standards. Besides, I do not believe that your poems are worse than theirs. I can't be neither happy nor sad. I'm very angry right now."
… …
Onstage.
The poetry meet had reached the segment of reciting and appraising poems.
The host, Zhang Huo, who had just finished reciting a few netizens' poems, said, "These poems are written pretty well. It looks like our netizens are full of capable people. Hur Hur. However, Sun Mengjie and I are just here to watch the show. We are not professionals, so we don't know much about this. We will have to invite the Teachers from the Writers' Association to analyze it."
The people from the Writers' Association pushed the responsibility around for a while.
Finally, it was Meng Dongguo who came up. He was the most authoritative person, "I've heard a few poems. They're still alright."
The female host said, "Still alright? I understand President Meng's meaning. Is there a problem? "
Meng Dongguo laughed, "They are all amateurs. To be able to write to this extent is already very good."
"Then can you help us tell us what's the difference between their poems and those of professionals? We don't understand it, but perhaps everyone is more or less the same. It sounds pretty good, doesn't it? "Zhang Huo pretended to be an amateur.
Meng Dongguo stroked his beard and said in an experienced manner, "People who don't understand might not see any difference. On the surface, it's not bad. The words are elegant, the poems are elegant, but there are too many tricks behind it. For example, the work of the netizen, Wind and Clouds. An expert might know at a glance that there's a problem with this poem. He wrote a modern-style poem? Actually, that's not the case. The pattern of the combination of tonal tones in Modern Style poetry is the alternation of the same sentence. For example, if the first rhythm is flat, the second rhythm must be oblique, and the third rhythm must be flat. Conversely, if the first rhythm is oblique, the second rhythm must be flat, and the third rhythm must be oblique. He's wrong. "
Zhang Huo was enlightened. "So that's how it is."
Meng Dongguo said, "So if it's an amateur or a beginner, it's recommended to write some modern-style poems. The requirements will be simpler. Well, but the modern poem that the host recited just now actually had quite a big problem. The mood was a bit off. The entire poem did not have a strong literary belief. In our jargon, it would mean that there was no 'spirit'. The words were gorgeous, but literature ultimately belongs to literature. It has to move people's hearts. A poem that doesn't even have spirit will not move people. It's empty inside. It's just a flowery frame. "
"You've gained some knowledge." Zhang Huo echoed.
Meng Dongguo seemed to be addicted to speaking. It was unknown if it was intentional, but he suddenly said, "For example, a few poems that have been gaining a lot of views on the internet recently, actually have flaws in their mood. Of course, this is a matter of the benevolent and the wise, so it's still up for discussion."
Sun Mengjie chimed in, "Is President Meng talking about 'Flying Bird and Fish'? Or 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'? "
Meng Dongguo smiled. "I've mentioned it on Weibo. Those who have seen it might know that I have reservations about these two poems."
What?
He was talking about Zhang Ye?
With a whoosh, many people looked at Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye's seat immediately became the focus. All eyes were on him.
Zhang Ye did not expect that Meng Dongguo had not only publicly doubted him on Weibo, he had even publicly denied him at such an important Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. It was even a live broadcast at Zhang Ye's own unit. Killing someone is just a matter of having his head on the ground, right? Did I f * * king kill your father or your mother? You f * * king want to mess with me? After "educating" me online, you even came to my unit to "educate" me? Are you f * * king sick!?
"What kind of person is this!?"
"How can he say such things?"
"It's not easy for Teacher Little Zhang either. What is he trying to do?"
"This is a live broadcast! Isn't he trying to destroy people!? He's too extreme! "
Many people from the Literature Channel could not bear to listen any further. Even those colleagues who did not have much contact with Zhang Ye were furious. Yes, even if Teacher Zhang Ye is not a professional poet, even if Teacher Zhang Ye's writing is average, not as good as yours, and not as literary as yours, you can't bully him like that! You people from the Writers' Association are really going overboard! This is our unit! This is our radio station!
… …
At this moment.
The poetry meet's website blew up!
"Did you hear that?"
"Teacher Meng said that 'Flying Bird and Fish' and 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel' have problems?"
"That can't be, right? I think these two poems are very good, right? "
"How can the Vice President of the Writers' Association be wrong? So that Zhang Ye is no good. I was wondering why there were so many clicks and forwards. So it was all sensationalized! "
"Right, this person doesn't have any real ability!"
"Zhang Ye's poem really has problems?"
Many people who did not know about yesterday's Weibo incident knew about it through the radio. Besides, today was the time slot for Zhang Ye's "Old and Young Story Club". Their Literature Channel had also broadcast it live. Many of Zhang Ye's listeners were listening to it on the radio. To be publicly denied by such an authoritative Vice President of the Writers' Association, it was obvious that Zhang Ye's program's listenership would suffer a huge blow from tomorrow onwards. It was not impossible for it to drop by half. Maybe those who really liked Zhang Ye, or those with good judgment, would not be affected by this, but what about others? The people had a herd mentality and a passive belief in authority!
A rookie host!
A Vice President of the Writers' Association!
Whose literary standard did everyone believe in? It was clear at a glance!
Meng Dongguo's move was extremely ruthless. It was as though he wanted to kill Zhang Ye!
Zhang Ye's lungs were about to explode. His face was extremely cold. This was forcing him to make a move!
Zhang Huo secretly glanced at his partner, Sun Mengjie. He blamed her for speaking so much. He was actually biased towards Zhang Ye. It was not because of Zhang Ye's poem, but because he believed that a rookie like Zhang Ye could not be better than the Teachers of the Writers' Association. This was because Zhang Ye was his colleague. Meng Dongguo's questioning of his colleague from the radio station made Zhang Huo feel that it was inappropriate. Looking at the tablet computer, Zhang Huo said, "Teacher Meng, the two poems you mentioned just now, from what I know, were composed by our Literature Channel's Teacher Zhang Ye. Teacher Zhang Ye should also be present. I saw the comments from our listeners. They all said that 'Flying Bird and Fish' is very good. It seems like no one understands the flaws of this poem?"
Meng Dongguo smiled without saying a word. Finally, he said, "Let Big Thunder explain. Big Thunder specializes in modern poetry. He is also a famous critic. His analysis is better than mine."
When Big Thunder heard this, he strode forward, "Hur Hur, since President Meng has called me, and since the topic has come to this, it's time for the poetry review segment. Let me use this as a model to talk about it. Actually, President Meng had already mentioned it on Weibo yesterday, and I agree with it." Flying bird and fish "has been very popular on the internet recently, but it's actually because of the allusion. Because of the story of this poem saving a life, it led to everyone's pursuit and heated discussion, which then increased its popularity. But if we disregard the value of the allusion, this poem doesn't have any literary value. It's the same for Zhang Ye's other poems. It's all empty. I can't tell what he's trying to express, so to us industry insiders, the original author is just an amateur.
"Is that so?" Zhang Huo said.
Meng Dongguo interjected, "If I put it this way, everyone might not be able to understand. Since Zhang Ye is also present today, why don't we let him compose a poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival? We will analyze and comment on the problems in it. It might be easier for all of you to understand."
"This …" Zhang Huo looked at the Station Leaders offstage.
Sun Mengjie was also unsure. Although they still had plenty of time, to let their colleagues come up to be negative examples? To be smacked in the face by Meng Dongguo and company in public? They could not bear to do that!
Big Thunder also agreed, "Isn't this the poetry review segment? It's also to let everyone understand the traditional culture of poetry. "
The two of them echoed each other. Before Zhang Ye even said anything, they had already determined that Zhang Ye was an amateur. They would let everyone see the difference between a professional and an amateur!
Deputy Station Head Jia looked at Zhang Huo and after some thought, nodded gently.
Zhang Huo said, "Alright then. The main thing is to see if Teacher Zhang Ye has any new works. As we did not inform Teacher Zhang ahead of time to prepare for this poetry meet, it was added at the last minute, so …" The people from the Writers' Association had already informed everyone ahead of time. They had given them plenty of time to prepare. They could even find someone to write for them. This was all possible, but Zhang Ye did not. When Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company shouted for Zhang Ye to come up, Zhang Huo really felt that they had gone overboard. They did not even give him a minute to prepare! They were deliberately picking out countless problems for Zhang Ye to deal a blow to Zhang Ye! What grudge do you have? Is there a need to suppress our colleagues like this? The crux of the matter was that Deputy Station Head Jia had agreed to such a rude suggestion?
Countless eyes focused once again!
Zhang Ye was so angry that he laughed. You want me to go up? You want to smack my face? You are really courting death!
Wang Xiaomei's eyes also turned black when she heard this. She said to Zhang Ye, "Let them see, Teacher Little Zhang! Let them see if our Literature Channel's people really don't understand art or literature! "It was obvious that Wang Xiaomei was also angry!
Big Sis Zhou, who was sitting in front, turned her head and said, "Teacher Little Zhang! Go! "
Auntie Sun did not agree with Zhang Ye's poem, but she could no longer tolerate it. She was two rows away and shouted at Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang! Go up! They're going too far! "
Tian Bin trampled on him, "Forget it. Don't go!"
Wu Datao shook his head, "Little Zhang, listen to me. Don't go. As an amateur, do you really want to show off in front of a professional Teacher? Just say that you aren't prepared. If too many problems are picked out, you won't be able to back down. Our Literature Channel won't be able to back down either! "
The surrounding colleagues from other channels also suggested, "Teacher Zhang, ignore them."
A colleague felt injustice for Zhang Ye, "If you have the ability, compete with Teacher Zhang in ghost stories! If you have the ability, compete with Teacher Zhang in fairy tales! Writing stories is Zhang Ye's profession! What's the point of competing in poetry? How many years have you been immersed in it!? Aren't you embarrassed to compete with a newcomer? Ah? "
It was a bit messy.
The situation was almost out of control!
But under the spotlight, Zhang Ye stood up without any hesitation. He sneered and gave the "1" sign to the host, Zhang Huo. Everyone in the radio station knew this sign. When a host was ready for a recording or live broadcast, they would give the "1" sign to their assistant or phone editor.
"Zhang Ye!"
"Teacher Zhang! Think carefully! "
"Aiyah! Don't go! Can't you tell that they are deliberately trying to embarrass you? "
Zhang Ye ignored them and was already squeezing out of the seats.
Zhang Huo understood, "Teacher Zhang says yes. Everyone, let's welcome him with a round of applause."
Meng Dongguo was waiting for Zhang Ye to speak. He wanted to pick out his problems for everyone to analyze.
Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and company were also waiting to see Zhang Ye make a fool of himself. Everyone knew that Zhang Ye was going to make a fool of himself, but they never expected him to come up despite knowing that he was going to make a fool of himself!
Under the applause of worry, helplessness, or gloating, Zhang Ye walked down the aisle and firmly onto the stage. It was the first time he was standing in front of so many people. It was not in the enclosed space of a broadcasting studio, but in the true sense of facing so many people face to face. With so many people paying attention to him, Zhang Ye did not show any stage fright. This fellow's mental fortitude had always been excellent. On the contrary, he enjoyed such a feeling!
Since you forced me to come, then I'll do as you wish!
My poem has no literary value?
Am I overestimating myself and showing off in front of an expert?
I'm an amateur, but you are professionals?
Alright then! I'll let you people from the Beijing Writers' Association see who's an amateur and who's a professional!
Sun Mengjie tried to buy time for Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, you are not prepared, so there's no rush. You can think for a while."
"There's no need." Zhang Ye said.
Zhang Huo was stunned. There was no need to think? Composing on the spot?
Big Thunder's eyes showed contempt. Composing a poem on the spot? And it was a poem with a theme? Even he would need at least half an hour to find inspiration! If I can't do it, can you do it?
Of course, Zhang Ye did not need to prepare. There was no need for him to prepare. A poem had already appeared in his mind!
Ever since he knew about the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Zhang Ye had been thinking about which poem he should use. He had not decided, nor had he prepared to use this poem. Why? Because this poem was too classic! It was so classic that in Zhang Ye's world, as long as someone mentioned Mid-Autumn poems, nine out of ten people would think of this one! After this poem, there were no other Mid-Autumn poems! It could be said that no other Mid-Autumn poem had as much influence as this one!
Write first in Mid-Autumn!
It was worthy of it!
Zhang Ye really did not want to choose it. He wanted to leave some leeway, but after seeing the ugly faces and aggressiveness of Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company, Zhang Ye did not plan on holding back!
Some people were on tenterhooks.
Big Sis Zhou said anxiously, "Can Little Zhang do it?"
Auntie Sun said, "Even if he can't, he can't lose his momentum. That bunch of people are shitting on our heads!"
Tian Bin deliberately sighed, "What's the point? Isn't this just asking to be humiliated? This Zhang Ye is really too much! Amateurs are amateurs! "
Ignoring everyone's discussion, Zhang Ye touched the microphone and took a light breath, "When will the moon be clear? With a cup of wine, I ask the clear sky. I wonder in the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? "
With these two lines, everyone was stunned!
He did not use the modern poems that Zhang Ye was good at? Instead, he chose a poem? Zhang Ye even knew how to write poems?
Moreover, why did this poem … give people goosebumps? This …
Zhang Ye closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He had already entered the state of reciting, "I wish to ride the wind to return home, but I fear the jade mansions are too high and lonely. Dancing with the clear shadows, how does it seem to be in the mortal world? Turning to the vermillion pavilion, lowering the beautiful house, illuminating the sleepless night. There should be no hatred, how can things be perfect after parting? People have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to be complete since ancient times. " After a long pause of two seconds, Zhang Ye opened his eyes. His gaze softened as he slowly recited the last line, "May people last long, a thousand miles … Sharing beauty."
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