I’m Really a Superstar

The poem is over.

Seeing that the female college student over there didn't answer for a long time, Zhang Ye continued, "This poem is called "The Farthest Distance in the World", also called "Flying Birds and Fish", I'll give it to you today, Beijing and New York are very far away I don't think at all, you can still meet, know each other, love each other, and meet each other. Are you defeated by this geographical distance? Then your relationship is just like this, girl, don't use distance Make excuses, don't use distance to escape reality, in my opinion, your distance is not far at all, think about that bird, think about that little fish, if you are still stubborn and self-righteous, then you cut the blade off I don't say a word!"

"..."

There was silence on the phone.

Then, the girl's sobbing voice gradually came, "Flying birds... and fish... woo woo... flying birds... and fish..."

Hearing the cry, everyone in the live broadcast room was very excited. The girl just now behaved so calmly and calmly, crying? On the contrary, it shows how moving she is!

The female college student burst into tears: "Teacher, what should I...what should I do?"

Zhang Ye thought for a while, "I don't know what to do either. This is your own path, and you have to go by yourself."

"But I... woo... I don't know how to go..." the female college student asked for help.

Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the glass, gestured to Zhang Ye exaggeratedly! The other staff of the art station are also secretly anxious, why don't you just tell her what to do, save her first, what is it that you should walk your own way? What if she still can't get out?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye from below.

Zhang Ye didn't seem to feel it.

The female college student cried: "Teacher, you tell me...what to do...I believe you...woooo...now I can't sleep every day...what should I do...every day...groggy It's all in the night...there's no future in sight..."

Seeing the other party crying, Zhang Ye calmed down instead, "Girl, I have no way or right to help you decide your path, and even if we say what you say, you won't really listen, you need to think about it for yourself, I'll give you another song. Poetry, I hope you can think about it."

Poetry?

Everyone outside held their breath.

Zhang Ye said deeply, "The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use 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 "A Generation". The whole poem is just one sentence. It is very short, but the power contained in it is not short. It is difficult to parse and analyze the meaning contained in the poem. It can only be said that different people see things differently. Zhang Ye gave her this poem in the hope that she would gain some insight. At least when Zhang Ye was at a loss, this poem accompanied him for a long time.

"The night... gave me black eyes, but I use them... to find light." The female college student repeated it, and gradually stopped crying.

five seconds.

ten seconds.

The female college student suddenly spoke up, "Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you, I think I know what to do, I will wait for him, I want to wait for him, no matter what the final result is, I will not commit suicide again, thank you, Your two poems...I will remember them for the rest of my life!"

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

On the computer screen in front, the messages from netizens and listeners are simply frying, breaking the historical record, and the refresh is a bit hard to come by!

"My God!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye is amazing!"

"yes,

This is the first time I have seen a broadcast host who can talk like this! "

"The furthest distance in the world? This poem is so touching!"

"I think the latter song is the best. The night gave me black eyes, but I use it to find light. What a quatrain, a quatrain of the ages!"

"No wonder he was able to write such a masterpiece as "Ghost Blowing the Lantern". I know Teacher Zhang Ye's artistic level. The two poems show it!"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I have decided to support listening to "Late Night Ghost Stories" every day!"

The alarm was finally lifted, Wang Xiaomei breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said to the audience, "Thank you for listening to today's "Talking About the World", see you at the same time tomorrow."

When the device is disconnected, the live broadcast is over!

Wang Xiaomei leaned back on the chair, feeling a little collapsed.

With a wry smile, Zhang Ye touched the shirt on the back of his neck. He was sweating all over. Your sister, it was the first time you were a guest guest who committed suicide on the live broadcast. This made no one 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 is no longer there. Zhao Guozhou was the first to come in, and he said loudly, "Good job Xiao Zhang! Nice work!"

"It's really shocking!"

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

Everyone was very impressed and appreciated it!

Zhang Ye's phone editor Xiaofang also gave a thumbs up behind the crowd, "Mr. Zhang, those two poems of yours are amazing!"

Mouths can kill people, and mouths can also save people - everyone in today's live show has gained a lot of knowledge.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and dared to say: "Leader, today is my responsibility. I accept the punishment from the stage, but my words are too extreme."

Zhao Guozhou looked at her, but he didn't want to be too critical, "Write a review and give it to me tomorrow, in fact, I can't blame you all, that female college student is ready to commit suicide, even if she doesn't make this call, she will definitely commit suicide. Looking at it from another angle, this is a good thing. We enlightened her, and it can be regarded as saving a life. Well, but in the future, we should pay attention to the emotions and receptive ability of the audience. It’s a lesson and an experience.”

something happened.

Everyone's breath dropped.

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

Zhang Ye couldn't say no. After all, this poem really didn't exist in this world, "Yeah."

"You can still write poetry?" Wang Xiaomei was still unsure.

Zhao Guozhou, who was just about to go out over there, heard it, turned his head and smiled and said: "You may not know how Xiao Zhang was admitted to the interview, right? It's because of a prose poem in "Haiyan", Xiao Zhang's artistic quality of poetry, let's The people in the entire literary and art broadcast are probably not as good as him." After that, he recalled a little and recited it from the beginning. Zhang Ye didn't expect Zhao Guozhou to memorize the poem almost intact. It was obvious that he had I love this prose poem so much, "...this is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea and among the lightning; this is the triumphant prophet shouting: let the storm come more violently!"

When everyone heard it, many people were astonished!

"What a poem!"

"Writing really well!"

"This song was also created on the spot?"

A few poems are really amazing one by one. At this time, when everyone thinks about what just happened, an interesting idea arises in their hearts. Literary youth is a disease, and young women in literature and art are even more a disease. Who can cure this disease? The answer is very simple - only a young literary man who is more literary and artistic than a young literary woman can cure it!