May people last a long time?

Thousands of miles together?

Zhang Ye's poems had already been recited, and the aftermath was still there, as if the goosebumps of everyone present had all exploded, and they were silent for a moment! The entire auditorium was filled with the echo of microphones!

As soon as this poem came out, it was shocking!

Meng Dongguo was stunned when he heard half of it!

The teachers of Da Lei, Zheng Anbang and Xiaohong Mushroom were also dumbfounded!

Don't talk about them, looking at the atmosphere of the entire auditorium, you can know that there is one of all the audience sitting below, and there is no sound all of a sudden, even the host Zhang Huo was stunned and forgot to open his mouth with the microphone, and the hostess Sun Mengjie was even worse, she stared at her eyes, and the microphone in her hand fell off the palm of her hand without realizing it, until the microphone fell on the red carpet of the rostrum and made a heavy muffled sound, she came back to her senses, and then everyone was pulled back by this sound, as if she had just climbed down from the moon in the sky in Zhang Ye's poem！

Wow!

The shouts burst out!

"Good words!"

"I'm going!"

"Oh my God!

"A stroke of God!"

"It's awesome!

Some people couldn't help but stand up and applaud loudly!

Zhao Guozhou, Director Zhao and Wang Xiaomei at the bottom were also shocked!

I only heard Sister Zhou exclaim: "Such a good word! Teacher Zhang really created it on the spot? My God! My Buddha! My Guanyin Bodhisattva! My Jesus! My God!" She believes in a lot of religions, and there are all kinds of things, "That song "Haiyan" was composed on the spot, "Birds and Fish" and "Generation" were performed on the spot, "See or See" was written at that time, and this song was also written on the spot? How is it possible! How is this little Teacher Zhang's head long!"

Hula!

I don't know who was the first to applaud!

This is not a description! It was really like thunder! The ceiling of the entire auditorium seemed to be torn off! There was no sound to be heard except applause!

What is so good about this poem? Many laymen may not be able to tell the way, but they know that the way is definitely good.

Only Meng Dongguo and Zheng Anbang know what kind of realm this poem is, this poem is written too much, imagining and thinking around the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon, and incorporating the joys and sorrows of the world into the philosophical pursuit of life in the universe!

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace?

For example, the sentence "Returning to the Wind"? Why do you need to use the word "return"? Several people in the Writers' Association didn't understand it when they first listened to it, but after hearing it, they gradually understood that the word "return" can be said to be the finishing touch, expressing that Zhang Ye, the original author, did not regard himself as a mortal in the world at all, but thought that he was an immortal and detached from the world, so he wanted to "return" Returning to the Immortal Palace, instead of going to the Immortal Palace, seems to be arrogant, but the spirit of this poem has also suddenly detached itself from the world, and it has been upgraded by more than one grade!

Zhang Ye?

Who is this?

Who the hell is this?

Except for Meng Dongguo, Xiaohong Mushroom, a few people still have a little understanding of Zhang Ye and know a little about it, but the other teachers of the Writers' Association don't know this person at all, and they haven't even heard of it before, so they are all shocked, how can a person who can write such words be an unknown person? How can it be a newcomer they have never heard of? Moreover, what you must know is that these people have been preparing for this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for many days, but this person has been named! He has not had a moment of preparation! No one here thinks they can do it! Not to mention writing such an earth-shattering poem!

When did such a ruthless person come out of the poetry world!

Two minutes, the applause lasted a full two minutes before it fell!

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

Then, shouts rang out one after another, and many people called Zhang Ye's name in unison, cheering for him, cheering for him, and supporting him!

For what?

Just because Meng Dongguo was too bullying before!

Denying Zhang Ye in public? He also said that he was an amateur? He also called him up by name? He also picked on his mistakes and then instructed everyone how to write poems and lyrics? Don't forget that this is the Beijing Radio Station, which is Zhang Ye's unit, and everyone is a little angry when his colleagues are bullied like this! Now when they saw Zhang Ye make such a miraculous poem, everyone cheered as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. On the surface, he shouted Zhang Ye's name to cheer him, but in fact, he was in the cold Meng Dongguo and Da Lei's gang!

Deputy Director Jia had a black face, got up and clapped his hands vigorously, this is still a live broadcast, what are you doing!

Seeing that the leader of the station came forward, everyone stopped shouting, and they all sat down one after another, and then they all waited to see the excitement!

The host Zhang Huofang was free, but he could speak, and he inhaled: "Teacher Zhang Ye, what is the name of your poem, can you tell us?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "It's called "Water Tune Song Head". ”

Sun Mengjie said: "I don't know how to evaluate Lu Dao, I'm a layman, and I don't know poetry, but I don't even know how much the microphone fell off just now, you should know how much I love this song, really, I love this song to death, this word is extremely beautiful!"

Zhang Ye is also a master who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and said one after another: "It doesn't matter, you are a layman, but we have insiders on the scene, and they are all teachers who are professional in the Writers' Association." As soon as he turned his head, he looked at Meng Dongguo and Da Lei, the two of them had already sat back in the audience when Zhang Ye was reading poetry, but Zhang Ye still found them at a glance, "Teacher Meng, Teacher Da Lei, just now the two teachers said that my works are not literary, and I also said before that I may not be very good at writing poetry, well, I also admit that I am a beginner and an amateur, and I am also humble to ask a few teachers for advice, I want to ask you to help me improve my level, this is the link of poetry tasting, can you guide me?"

Zhang Huo almost laughed.

Sun Mengjie also couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

Hearing this, Da Lei almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and almost went up to scold his mother, your uncle!

Looking for a problem? Finding fault? I haven't fully understood the meaning of this poem! Where can I find fault with you! Although I am not convinced, although I am annoyed, but this annoyance is more annoyed and angry, objectively speaking, Da Lei also has to admit that Zhang Ye's first word is simply flawless, let alone them, no one is afraid that they can't find fault, Zhang Ye is cold to them!

Meng Dongguo was more direct, and simply bowed his head and whispered to a young man from the writers' association next to him, as if he was chatting about poetry, pretending not to hear Zhang Ye's words.

The people who shouted before were silent!

In the face of such an earth-shattering song of ghosts and gods, they couldn't say anything!

Seeing this, Zhang Ye also felt that it was not interesting, and there was no need to say more, he had already made a sound with his works, not to mention that this was a live broadcast, how many listeners listened to it, Zhang Ye is not good at talking, and if he says too much, he will lose, but it will make him fall into passivity. Although those words just now were clear-eyed and everyone knew that Zhang Ye was fighting back, what he said was foolproof, and he always admitted that he was an amateur, a beginner seeking advice and guidance, and others couldn't say anything. So he handed the microphone back to the host and prepared to step down.

Zhang Huo was enthusiastic, "Mr. Zhang, although it is said that it has entered the second poetry evaluation link, it has always been the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, and your poem will definitely be voted by netizens, do you want to canvass for yourself?"

Zhang Ye turned his head and smiled, "It's okay, no need." ”

Meng Dongguo and they are all canvassing, you don't need to?

Zhang Huo didn't understand what Zhang Ye's attitude was, so he could only respect his thoughts.

Meng Dongguo below listened, squinted his eyes slightly, don't canvassing Actually, it doesn't matter, he thinks that he still has the first place this time.

There are two reasons, one is that he feels that his poems are also very good, and he does not admit that his "Mid-Autumn Festival Rainy Night with Thoughts" is much worse than Zhang Ye's "Water Tune Song Head", he thinks that his work is a rare Mid-Autumn Festival poetry masterpiece in recent years. Second, he has the advantage of time. Meng Dongguo is the first to appear in the poetry club and chant poetry, from twelve o'clock to two o'clock, it takes two hours of work, the longer this link is stretched, the more people will vote, this is indisputable, which is also the reason why Meng Dongguo is the first to come up. As the vice chairman of the Beijing Writers Association and the leader of the Beijing's poetry and songs, he can come to participate in this kind of competition, if he wins the second place, it will be a faceless thing, whether he or the radio station, he must try his best to ensure that he can win the championship, otherwise Meng Dongguo is estimated not to come to participate, which will affect his prestige.

But what about Zhang Ye?

It's half past one now, that is to say, Zhang Ye still has almost less than half an hour to spare!

Even if netizens and listeners like his poems and vote for him, how many votes can he vote for?

He thinks so, and so do others.

For example, Da Lei and Xiao Red Mushroom are all thinking the same way, even if Zhang Ye writes this poem well, there will be no hope of competing for the championship, even if it is impossible to win the top three, how many votes are enough for more than 20 minutes, everyone else has tens of thousands of votes, Zhang Ye will be good to win a top ten at most! When the results come out, everyone can see that the result is a result regardless of whether the voting time is enough or not, and the top three will be taken by the people of their association, Zhang Ye is only barely ranked outside the three, which can be regarded as saving a lot of face for the people of the association led by Zhao Guozhou!

Oh, well!

Your poems are literary!

We also admit that your words are really good!

But so what? Don't you have to be behind us? At the end of the day, everyone will see that you are still not as professional a professional teacher as we are in a professional group!

The literati are all relatively stubborn, and it may be because of a small collision at the beginning that Liang Zi is getting bigger and bigger, and no one is willing to give up, anyway, they are competing with Zhang Ye! This may also be the collision between these orthodox writers' association teachers and Zhang Ye, who is a halfway monk who writes supernatural things, fairy tales, and poems! No one will give up until they are convinced!