The poem is finished.

Zhang Ye saw that the female college student over there didn't answer for a long time, and continued: "This poem is called "The Farthest Distance in the World", also called "Birds and Fish", I will give it to you today, is the capital far from New York?" I don't think at all, you can still meet, you can still know each other, you can still love each other, and you can still meet each other, are you defeated by this geographical distance? Then your feelings are nothing more than that, girl, don't use distance as an excuse, don't use distance to escape reality, in my opinion, your distance is not far at all, think of that bird, think of that little fish, if you are still stubborn and self-righteous, then you cut off the blade and I will not say a word! ”

“……”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, gradually, the sound of the girl sobbing was heard, "Asuka ...... ...... with fish Whining...... Birds...... ...... with fish"

Hearing the crying, everyone in the live broadcast room was very excited, and the girl's performance had been too calm and calm, crying? On the contrary, it shows her emotion!

The female college student couldn't cry: "Teacher, I'm ...... Should...... What should I do? ”

Zhang Ye thought for a while, "I don't know what to do, this is your own way, you have to go by yourself." ”

"But I'm ...... Whining...... I don't know how to go...... "The female college student asked for help.

Zhao Guozhou behind the glass gestured to Zhang Ye exaggeratedly! The staff of the other art stations are also secretly anxious, don't you just tell her what to do, rescue her first, what do you mean by going your own way? What if she still can't get out?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye below.

Zhang Ye didn't seem to feel it.

The female college student cried, "Teacher, you tell me...... What to do...... I'm sure you...... Whining...... Now I can't sleep every day...... What am I going to do...... Every day...... Gratgy ...... It's all at night...... I can't see a little bit of the future......"

Seeing the other party crying, Zhang Ye calmed down instead, "Girl, I can't help or have the right to help you decide your way, and even if we say something, you can't actually listen to it, you need to think about it yourself, I'll send you another poem, I hope you can think about it." ”

And poetry?

Everyone outside held their breath.

Zhang Ye said deeply: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light. ”

This poem still does not exist in this world, but it is famous in Zhang Ye's world, it is Gu Cheng's "Generation", the whole poem is just such a sentence, very short, but the amount of power contained in it is not short, and it is difficult to analyze and analyze the meaning contained in the poem, it can only be said that different people will not see the same things. Zhang Ye gave her this poem in the hope that she would have some understanding, at least when Zhang Ye was confused, this poem accompanied him for a long time.

"Dark Night...... Gave me black eyes, but I used them...... Look for the light. The female college student repeated it in her mouth, and gradually stopped crying.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The female college student suddenly spoke, "Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you, I think I know what to do, I will wait for him, I also want to wait for him, no matter what the result is, I will not commit suicide again, Xie Lu Xie, your two poems...... I'll remember it for the rest of my life! ”

Zhang Ye said: "I wish you happiness, and I also believe that a good girl like you will be happy." ”

On the computer screen in front, the messages of netizens and listeners have simply exploded, broken the historical record, and the refresh is a little unscrupulous!

"Oh my God!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye is amazing!"

"Yes, it's the first time I've seen such a radio host!"

"The farthest distance in the world? This poem is so emotional! ”

"I think the latter one is the best, the night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light, it's really a quatrain, a quatrain for the ages!"

"No wonder I can write masterpieces such as "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", I know the artistic level of Mr. Zhang Ye, and the two poems can be seen!"

"Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, I have decided, and I will support listening to "Late Night Ghost Stories" every day in the future!"

The alarm was finally lifted, Wang Xiaomei breathed a long sigh of relief, and hurriedly said to the audience: "Xie Lu, thank you for listening to today's "Words of the World", and see you again at the same time tomorrow." ”

As soon as the equipment is broken, the live broadcast is over!

Wang Xiaomei leaned back in the chair and felt a little prostration.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly and touched the shirt on the back of his neck, he was also sweating, your sister, the first time I was a guest, I ran into a live broadcast suicide, which didn't let people live! Fortunately, he had the wisdom of his predecessors in his hands, and he finally fooled the girl!

As soon as the outer door opened, everyone rushed in.

Deputy Director Jia was no longer there, and Zhao Guozhou was the first to come in, and when he came up, he said loudly: "Good Xiao Zhang!" Well done! ”

"It's thrilling!"

"It's still our teacher Zhang's talent!"

Everyone admired it and appreciated it!

Zhang Ye's phone editor, Xiao Fang, also gave a thumbs up behind the crowd, "Teacher Zhang, your two poems are amazing!" ”

The mouth can kill, and the mouth can also save people - in today's live broadcast, everyone has gained a lot of knowledge, and they have seen it all at once, and they have all felt a lot.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and dared to be responsible: "Leader, today is my responsibility, I accept the punishment of the station, but my words are too radical." ”

Zhao Guozhou looked at her, and it was not good to criticize too much, "Write a review and give it to me tomorrow, in fact, you can't blame it all, that female college student is already ready to commit suicide, even if she doesn't make this call, she will definitely commit suicide, from another point of view, this is still a good thing, we enlightened her, and it can be regarded as saving a life, well, but we should pay attention to the show in the future, and we must also take into account the audience's emotions and receptivity to the greatest extent, this live broadcast is a lesson for everyone, and it is also an experience." ”

It's over.

Everyone's breath was put down.

Wang Xiaomei looked at Zhang Ye, "You wrote these two poems?" ”

Zhang Ye can't say no, after all, this poem does not exist in this world, "Hmm." ”

"You can also write poetry?" Wang Xiaomei is still not convinced.

Zhao Guozhou, who was just about to go out over there, heard it, turned around and smiled: "You may not know how Lu Dao Xiaozhang was admitted to the interview, right?" is because of a prose poem of "Haiyan", Xiao Zhang's artistic literacy for poetry, our entire literary and artistic radio people together are estimated to be inferior to him. After that, he recalled it a little and recited it from the beginning, Zhang Ye didn't expect Zhao Guozhou to memorize this poem almost intact, which shows how much he loves this prose poem," ...... This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly; This is the cry of the prophet of victory: Let the storm come harder! ”

When everyone heard this, many people were amazed!

"What a poem!"

"It's a pleasure to write!"

"This song was also created on the spot?"

A few poems are really more amazing than the other, and when everyone thinks about what happened just now, they can't help but have an interesting idea in their hearts. Literary youth is a disease, and young women in literature and art are even more of a disease, who can cure this disease? The answer is very simple - it takes a young man who is more literary and artistic than a young woman in literature and art to govern!