Field.

Wang Xiaomei fiddled with her mobile phone, "Can't get on the Internet?" ”

Zhang Ye didn't know if she was talking to herself, and replied, "Ah, no signal." ”

"How can you post poems without the Internet?" Wang Xiaomei glanced at him.

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "How do you know that I will participate in this poetry competition?" ”

Wang Xiaomei said as a matter of course: "With your temper, it's strange that you can swallow this breath, see you, or not, are you not sad or happy there?" I'm just talking about it. ”

Zhang Ye Khan said, really, he is not so compassionate and compassionate.

"Do you need me to ask you whose cell phone has a signal? Borrow one for you? Wang Xiaomei took the initiative to say.

Zhang Ye said: "No need, if I want to send it, I'll send it, but I haven't thought of any poems, Teacher Xiaomei, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Am I so positive about it?" Wang Xiaomei said calmly: "Because you represent our literary broadcasting, you are already the signature anchor of our frequency, they question you, that is, they deny the cultural literacy of literary frequency, and I never think that your poems are worse than theirs, and I can't do it without being sad or happy, I'm very angry now." ”

……

on stage.

The poetry meeting went to the link of talking about poetry and tasting poetry.

Zhang Huo, the host who just finished reading a few netizens' poems, said: "These poems are all well written, it seems that our netizens are also capable of producing people, hehe, but Sun Mengjie and I are just watching a lively scene, we are not experts and don't understand these, and we have to ask the teachers of the Writers' Association to analyze it." ”

Several members of the writers' association shirked each other for a while.

The last one was Meng Dongguo, he was the most authoritative person in it, "I listened to a few poems, it's okay." ”

The hostess said, "Is it okay? I can see what Chairman Meng meant, that is, there is still a problem? ”

Meng Dongguo said with a smile: "They are all amateurs, and it's good to be able to write like this." ”

"Can you tell us a little bit about the difference between their verses and their majors? We don't understand, maybe everyone is similar, it sounds pretty good, right? Zhang Huo pretended to be a layman.

Meng Dongguo touched his beard, and Lao Cheng said: "People who don't understand may look at it no differently, the surface is quite good, the text is elegant, the poetry is elegant, in fact, there are too many doorways inside, such as the work of the netizen Fengqiyunxi just now, the insider may know that there is a problem with this poem." The near-body poems he wrote? In fact, it is not, the law of the combination of close poems and flats, alternating with the same sentence: taking Wuyan as an example, where the first rhythm is flat, the second rhythm must be flat, and the third rhythm must be flat, on the contrary, the first rhythm must be used Ping, the second rhythm must be flat, and the third rhythm must be Ping, which is not right. ”

Zhang Huo suddenly realized, "So that's the case." ”

Meng Dongguo said: "So if you are an amateur or a beginner, it is recommended to write some modern poems, the requirements will be simpler, well, but a modern poem that the host just read actually has a lot of problems, the artistic conception is a bit jumpy, the whole poem does not have a focus on the implementation of the literary belief, our jargon is that there is no 'God', the text is very gorgeous, but literature ultimately has to be returned to literature, it is to move people's hearts, and even poems without spirit and spirit cannot move people, the inside is empty, it is a flower shelf." ”

"I've gained a lot of knowledge." Zhang Huo echoed.

Meng Dongguo seemed to be addicted, and he didn't know if it was intentional, so he suddenly said: "For example, in recent days, a few poems on the Internet that have been clicked are quite high, in fact, I seem to have intentional defects, of course, these may be things that are the opinions of the benevolent and the wise, so it remains to be discussed." ”

Sun Mengjie said one more sentence, "Chairman Meng is talking about "Birds and Fish"? Or "Petrel"? ”

Meng Dongguo smiled, "I told Weibo that those who have read it may know that I have reservations about these two poems." ”

What the?

Speaking of Zhang Ye?

After exhaling, many people looked at Zhang Ye, and Zhang Ye's seat immediately became the focus, and their eyes gathered.

Zhang Ye didn't expect that Meng Dongguo would not only question him openly on Weibo, but now that it is such an important Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, it is still a live broadcast program, or on Zhang Ye's own unit, Meng Dongguo will deny him in public, and he will not kill people too much, right? Did I fucking kill your dad and kill your mom? Are you doing this to me? After the online "education" is over, I still chase my unit to "educate" me? You're sick!

"What kind of person is this!"

"How can you say such a thing?"

"Teacher Xiao Zhang is not easy, is this what you want to do?"

"It's live! Isn't this meant to ruin people! It's amazing! ”

Many people can't listen to the literary radio anymore, and some colleagues who didn't have much contact with Zhang Ye before were indignant for a while, yes, even if Teacher Zhang Ye is not a professional poet, even if Teacher Zhang Ye writes generally, not as good as you, not as literary as you, but that can't be so bullying! You guys are really a bit of an inch! This is our unit! This is our radio station!

……

Now.

The poetry club website also blew up!

"Did you hear that?"

"Teacher Meng said that there is a problem with "Birds and Fish" and "Haiyan"?"

"Can't you? I think these two poems are good, right? ”

"What the vice chairman of the Writers' Association said can be wrong? It turns out that Zhang Ye can't do it, I still wonder about so many clicks and forwards, it turned out to be hype! ”

"Yes, this man has no real skills!"

"Is there really something wrong with Zhang Ye's poems?"

Many people who don't know about yesterday's meager events know the truth through the radio, and today, now is the time period of Zhang Ye's "Old and Young Story Club", their literary frequency is also broadcast live, many of Zhang Ye's listeners are listening to it in front of the radio, and it is blatantly denied by such an authoritative vice chairman of the writers' association in the industry, and I also know that the listening rate of Zhang Ye's program will definitely be hit hard starting tomorrow, and it is not impossible to reduce it by half. Maybe some people who really like Zhang Ye or people who really have judgment won't be disturbed by this, but what about others? The people have a herd mentality and a passive psychology of believing in authority!

A rookie streamer!

A vice chairman of the Industry Writers Association!

Whose literary level do you believe? It's clear at a glance!

Meng Dongguo's hand is really ruthless, with a posture of wanting to kill Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye's lungs are about to explode, and his face is cold to the limit, this is to force him to make a move!

Zhang Huo secretly glanced at his partner Sun Mengjie, a little strange for her talking more, he was actually biased towards Zhang Ye in his heart, not because of Zhang Ye's poems, he also thought that Zhang Ye, a newcomer, could not be better than the teachers of the association, because Zhang Ye was his colleague, and Meng Dongguo questioned their colleagues in the radio station so much, Zhang Huo also felt inappropriate. Looking at the tablet, Zhang Huo said: "Teacher Meng, the two poems you said just now, as far as I know, were created by Mr. Zhang Ye of our literary broadcasting, Mr. Zhang Ye should also be at the scene, I read the messages of the audience and friends, and they all said that "Birds and Fish" is very good, it seems that everyone does not understand what flaws this poem has?" ”

Meng Dongguo smiled and said at the end: "Let Da Lei explain, Da Lei specializes in modern poetry and is also a famous critic, he analyzes better than me." ”

As soon as Da Lei heard it, he strode up, "Hehe, since Chairman Meng has called me, since the topic is here, now it's the poetry tasting session, I'll take out this typical and talk about it, in fact, Chairman Meng has said it yesterday, and I agree with it, "Birds and Fish" has been very popular on the Internet recently, but in fact, with the help of allusions, because of the story of this poem saving people's lives, it has led to everyone's popularity and heated discussions, and then increased popularity, in fact, aside from the added value of these allusions, this poem has no literary nature, Including Zhang Ye's other poems, the spirit is just empty, I can't see what he wants to express, so in the eyes of our insiders, the original author is just an amateur. ”

"So?" Zhang Huodao.

Meng Dongguo interjected: "You may not understand this, since Zhang Ye is also on the scene today, it is better to let him come up and make a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, and we will analyze and comment on the problems on the spot, and it may be easier for you to understand." ”

"This ......" Zhang Huo looked at the leaders in the audience.

Sun Mengjie can't get it yet, although the time is still very rich, can they let their colleagues come up to make negative teaching materials? was slapped in the face by Meng Dongguo in public? They can't bear it!

Da Lei also agreed: "Isn't this a poetry tasting session? It is also to let everyone know more about the traditional culture of poetry and songs. ”

As soon as the two of them sang and harmonized, Zhang Ye had already defined him before he said - Zhang Ye is an amateur, and they will let everyone see the difference between professional and amateur!

Deputy Director Jia looked at Zhang Huo, thought about it, and nodded lightly.

Zhang Huo uh: "Okay, it mainly depends on whether Mr. Zhang Ye has any new works, because this poetry meeting did not notify Mr. Zhang in advance to prepare, and it was added temporarily, so ......" The people of their writers' association all greeted in advance, and notified everyone for a long time, leaving them with sufficient time to prepare, and even they can find someone to write on their behalf, which is possible to have time, but Zhang Ye didn't, Meng Dongguo Dalei and they shouted for Zhang Ye to come up, Zhang Huo really felt that they had passed, and they didn't give a minute of preparation! This is determined to find countless faults for Zhang Ye in order to hit Zhang Ye! What do you have against you? As for suppressing our colleagues like this? The key Deputy Director Jia also nodded and agreed to this rude proposal?

Countless eyes are in focus again!

Zhang Ye laughed angrily, and let me go up? Want to punch me in the face? How dear you are!

Wang Xiaomei's eyes also darkened when she heard this, and she said to Zhang Ye: "Let them take a look, Teacher Zhang!" Let them see if our literary and artistic broadcasters really don't understand art and literature! It can be seen that Wang Xiaomei is also angry!

Sister Zhou in front turned around and said, "Teacher Zhang! Above! ”

Aunt Sun didn't quite approve of Zhang Ye's poems, but she couldn't bear it anymore, she was separated by two rows of seats, so she said loudly to Zhang Ye: "Xiao Zhang! Give it to me! It's too much of a deception! ”

Tian Bin stepped on and shouted: "Forget it, don't go!" ”

Wu Datao shook his head and said: "Xiao Zhang, don't listen to me, you really want to get an axe in front of the professional teachers as an amateur?" You just say it's okay if you're not ready, otherwise you'll really be picked out too much, you won't be able to get off the stage, and we won't be able to get off the stage with our literary and artistic frequency! ”

Colleagues from other frequencies around whispered: "Teacher Zhang, ignore them." ”

A colleague hugged Zhang Ye and said: "I have the ability to compare ghost stories with Teacher Zhang!" I have the ability to compare fairy tales with Mr. Zhang! Writing stories is Zhang Ye's specialty! What kind of ability is it compared to poetry? How many years have you all been immersed! Are you more embarrassed than you are with a new person? Yes? ”

It's a bit messy down there.

The scene is almost out of control!

But in the spotlight, Zhang Ye stood up without hesitation, laughed coldly, and erected a "1" gesture at the host Zhang Huo from a distance, this gesture Everyone in the radio knew that when the anchor was ready for recording or live broadcasting, he would call an "1" to the assistant or telephone editor.

"Zhang Ye!"

"Teacher Zhang! You think clearly! ”

"Hey, hey! Don't go! Don't you see that they are deliberately trying to disgrace you? ”

Zhang Ye didn't listen, and had already squeezed out of the room one by one.

Zhang Huo understood, "Teacher Zhang said yes, everyone applauds and welcomes." ”

Meng Dongguo waited for Zhang Ye to say, and wanted to pick his question for everyone to analyze.

Zheng Anbang, Xiaohong Mushroom and others were also waiting to see Zhang Ye's jokes, and everyone else also knew that Zhang Ye was definitely going to make a fool of himself this time, but he didn't expect him to dare to come up knowing that he was ugly!

In the applause of worry or helplessness or schadenfreude, Zhang Ye walked firmly onto the stage along the aisle, magnesium lights, red carpet, he stood in front of so many people for the first time, not the closed space of broadcasting, but the real meaning of face-to-face with so many people, being concerned by so many people, Zhang Ye was not stage frightened, this guy's psychological quality has always been very good, on the contrary, he still enjoys this feeling!

If you force me to come, then I might as well obey my fate!

My poems are not literary?

Am I not self-sufficient?

I'm an amateur, you're professional?

That's great! I'm going to let you guys from the Beijing Writers Association see who is an amateur and who's a professional!

Sun Mengjie bought time for Zhang Ye and said, "Teacher Zhang, you are not prepared, so you don't need to worry, you can think for a while first." ”

"No need." Zhang Ye said.

Zhang Huo was stunned, don't think about it? Live creation?

Da Lei showed contempt and wrote poems on the spot? Or is it a poem with a theme? Even he would have to spend at least half an hour looking for inspiration! I can't do it, can you do it?

Of course, Zhang Ye doesn't have to prepare, and he doesn't have to prepare, there is already a song popping out of his head!

When he was at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, Zhang Ye was thinking about which one he should come up with, but he didn't decide, and he didn't plan to use this one, for what? Because this one is so classic! is so classic that in Zhang Ye's world, as long as someone mentions Mid-Autumn Festival and poetry, nine out of ten people will think of this one! After this poem, there will be no more poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival! It can be said that no Mid-Autumn Festival poem has the influence of this work!

Write the first Mid-Autumn Festival!

It's well deserved!

Zhang Ye really didn't want to choose it, he still wanted to leave a little leeway, but now seeing the ugly faces and aggressiveness of Meng Dongguo's gang of people, Zhang Ye is not ready to keep it!

Someone down there is a lot of fear.

Sister Zhou hurriedly said, "Is Xiao Zhang okay?" ”

Aunt Sun said: "No, you can't lose your momentum, those people have pulled on our heads!" ”

Tian Bin sighed deliberately, "Why bother, isn't this self-inflicted, this Zhang Ye is really true!" Amateur is amateur! ”

Ignoring everyone's discussions, as soon as he touched the microphone, Zhang Ye took a light breath, "When is Mingyue?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, everyone was stunned!

Didn't use the modern poetry that Zhang Ye is good at? Rather, the word chosen? Can Zhang Ye still write words?

And how could this word be...... Gives people goosebumps? This......

Zhang Ye closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and he had already entered the state of recitation, "I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the high places." Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. After a long pause of two seconds, Zhang Ye opened his eyes and softened his gaze, and slowly read out the last sentence, "I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles...... Co-cicada Juan. ”