I’m Really a Superstar

(Baidu search LKK8) The starry sky is endless.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

After finishing the meal, Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand and leaned on the bedside, using her mobile phone to send emails. She was probably working, with a serious and low look on her face, and she didn't pay attention to Zhang Ye at all.

It’s time to kill the donkey!

Did you forget about your buddy when you were full?

Zhang Ye also knew how busy her noble person was, so he didn't bother her, and he didn't have the confidence to bother her. Zhang Yuanqi was already at the top of the domestic entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye was just a fledgling little guy. He was not even a star now. On top of that, he is just a public figure at most, and there is a huge difference between one day and one place. Zhang Ye also has this self-awareness, and he respects his predecessors very much.

Turning on the computer, he began to do his own thing. When he saw his Weibo, Zhang Ye was suddenly stunned. Hey, why was his Weibo so highly forwarded? After looking at it, I realized that it was the Weibo account of "Birds and Fishes". I remember that when it was first published, it had a lot of retweets, but it was only two or three thousand at most, right? Now this poem's meager retweet suddenly turned into more than 8,000 retweets, tripled in one fell swoop! After being surprised for a moment, Zhang Ye didn't take it seriously. Thinking about his world, "Birds and Fishes" had more than 100 million hits on the Internet. How many people haven't seen it? So it is reasonable to have a small outburst now. Good poetry cannot be buried. As for the reason, Zhang Ye analyzed that it was driven by many aspects, such as "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", fairy tales, and other poems. As we know his As the number of people gradually increased, everyone paid more attention to his other works, which in turn inspired Zhang Ye's works as a whole!

"What a poem!"

“I just learned about this poem today!”

"Such a high repost? Let me take a look first."

"Classic, who is this Zhang Ye?"

"Are you just reading this? It's a poem from last month. This poem even saved a life. It's so legendary!"

Zhang Ye happily browsed everyone's comments. They were mostly positive, and he read them with great interest. But suddenly, a comment came out!

Meng Dongguo.

Certification: Vice Chairman of Beijing Writers Association, poet and writer.

He is a big V, with more than three million fans!

I saw Meng Dongguo’s certified Weibo openly questioning: “I don’t know why following trends is so popular. There are so many people watching and commenting.

Is this a good poem? Legendary? Saved lives? The value of a poem is its literary content, not the added value of other stories and allusions. I didn’t see any literary content in this poem. All I saw was moaning and drooling. This is also true. Call it modern poetry? Is this also called literature? There is also the author's poem "One Generation". I don't comment on the poem, but how do I read the question and twist it? For a child in his early twenties, use one generation? This should be our word, right? You haven't grown up yet, you still have a lot of ways to go, and you don't have the ability to see through your generation yet, so don't write this kind of poem in despair and make people laugh! "

Some people don't like to hear it.

"No? I think it's great!"

"What's wrong with young people? Young people can't write poetry?"

"It's so funny. You can completely deny everything that others have said by saying, 'You're still young and don't understand anything'? How can you be the vice chairman of the Beijing Writers' Association?"

But more people have joined the ranks of doubters.

Among them are many writers and poets from the Beijing Writers Association, all of whom are certified.

Romance writer Zheng Anbang commented: "Vice Chairman Meng is out? In fact, I can't stand it for a long time. This poem is very popular now, but I have read it many times and still can't figure out what's so good about it!"

Children's writer Xiao Hong Mushroom commented: "Zhang Ye's poems cannot be said to be bad, but they are just average. They are really not worthy of this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing with the pen name Dalei published: "It's a complete mess! Bullshit! What kind of poem is this? What do you want to express in "Haiyan"? Do you think this is still the old society? Even if you want to express the resistance and futility of that time , how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Do you rely entirely on fantasy to write poetry? It’s weird that it can be literary! At most, it’s just a moment of sensationalism! So are the people who pursue you, what’s wrong with everything? And Don’t you have any appreciation for art? I’m so confused!”

Suddenly, five or six writers and poets attacked Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of the computer, couldn't help but cursed, "Holy crap! Are you the reinforcements invited by the monkeys? Where did you come from? Did I provoke you?"

Zhang Yuanqi walked up behind Zhang Ye at some point, hugging his shoulders and looking at his computer screen with a straight face, "Who are they scolding?"

"You're scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? The leader of the Beijing Writers' Association? This person is somewhat famous in the industry, right? And Little Red Mushroom? She is the one who writes fairy tales, right? Da Lei? I have also read his poems One article, he is not ranked in the country, but he is still famous in the capital." In recent years, the literary circle has been increasingly integrated into the entertainment circle, and they are almost inseparable. As the first-line eldest sister in the circle, Zhang Yuanqi is very interested in These can be regarded as understanding, and the evaluation of them is very objective. Of course, this is what Zhang Yuanqi is qualified to say. How can anyone else dare to evaluate who is not ranked high in the country? "There are so many poets and writers in the capital, Why are they scolding you together? Are you famous?"

Zhang Ye was still depressed, "What's my name? I've only written a few poems. Who knows why they got so angry that they came to scold me. Is there something wrong with my poems? Isn't it ridiculous?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi looked at him for the first time, "Can you still write poetry?"

"Of course, have you heard of "Birds and Fishes"?"

"……No."

“What about ‘Generation’?”

"……Have not heard."

"Okay pretend I didn't say anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed to be a little interested, and he raised his chin expressionlessly, "You go and sit on the coffee table." There was only one chair at home, and Zhang Yuanqi sat down as soon as Zhang Ye got up.

Zhang Ye no longer had time to worry about this, "It's too much to bully others!"

Zhang Yuanqi probably finished his work, so he said a few more words to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause and a result. Go and see the meager Meng Dongguo who was the first to question you."

Zhang Ye checked and suddenly realized that Meng Dongguo had published several poems at the beginning of this month. As a result, except for a few fans who praised them, no one read them at all. The number of clicks and rebroadcasts of one of Zhang Ye's poems was almost more than all his poems put together. His popularity is even ten times more popular. "Is he trying to drag me down because I, a newcomer, have better grades than him? What a grandson! Who are these people!"

Zhang Yuanqi just watched the show and said nothing.

At this moment, a group of fans of Meng Dongguo and several other poets and writers came to Zhang Ye and scolded him, not caring about the infringement!

"Grandstanding!"

"How dare you post any crappy poems?"

"Everyone should stop reading this person's poems. Experts in the industry have already commented that these are not literature and have no value at all!"

"No way? It's pretty good!"

"Do you understand, or do experts understand?"

"That's right, the vice chairman of the Beijing Writers' Association can't even tell!"

"That's it. I thought it was such a good poem. What a waste of my feelings!"

"Yes, I also told my children Zhang Ye's poems. I didn't expect them to have no cultural value. Isn't this harmful to others? It doesn't matter if it hurts me. Don't mislead the children again!"

"Zhang! Get out of the poetry world!"

"Get out! You're not needed here!"

"Thankfully, I used to like Zhang Ye's poems. Alas, I'm disappointed!"

Some of Zhang Ye's original fans were also led by Meng Dongguo and several writers and poets, and began to complain!

But there were also people who firmly supported Zhang Ye, but they were quickly swallowed by those people's spit and had no chance to speak!

Zhang Ye felt very sad and distressed. This was Zhang Ye's hard-earned popularity, but he was dismissed by those people with just a few words. Even those who still supported Zhang Ye's poems might I won't be so determined anymore. After all, so many teachers in the industry and already famous writers and poets have collectively rejected Zhang Ye. Everyone will wonder, is his poetry really not good?

His fans were scolding him, and Zhang Ye clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently: "This is such a circle, otherwise, you have to get used to others."

"What about the next one?" Zhang Ye asked.

Zhang Yuanqi's expression was very cold, "...otherwise, let others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while, digested Zhang Yuanqi's words, and suddenly lost his temper. Looking at the fans who either scolded him or were disappointed with him, Zhang Ye posted a Weibo.

is the response!

A response to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was watching next to him. Seeing Zhang Ye typing out each word, her eyes changed for the first time, and there was a glimmer of excitement!

Zhang Ye wrote this:

"Whether you see me or not, I am right there, neither sad nor happy."

"You miss me or you don't miss me, the love is there, it doesn't come or go."

"You love me or you don't love me, the love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing."

"You follow me, or you don't, my hand is in yours, never give up."

"Come into my arms, or let me live in your heart."

"Silence, love, silence, joy."

This is a late blooming poem, why do you say that? Because according to the age of this poem, Zhang Ye is already quite old in that world, but he has always been tepid and unknown. It was not until the movie "If You Are the One 2" was broadcast that this poem became popular. A part of "Palace" The lyrics for the first ending theme were also written with it. Later, some people said that this poem was written by Tsangyang Gyatso. In fact, this was not the case. There was a copyright lawsuit later. The original author of this poem was Tashi Ram Duoduo. The original name of the poem was "Banzaguru Pema" "Silence", also called "Seeing or Not Seeing".

Some people may question, this is a love poem, is it appropriate to use it here?

Many people don’t know that this poem is not a love poem at all, and has nothing to do with family ties. The inspiration for this poem comes from a very famous saying of Padmasambhava from that world: “I never abandon those who believe in me. , or even people who don’t believe in me, even though they can’t see me, my children will always be protected by my compassion.” This poem expresses the master’s unyielding care for his disciples and his love for the moon. It doesn't matter half a dime.

Zhang Ye used it to respond just right!

Maybe he is not as noble as the original author wanted to express, but this represents his mood at this time!

Regardless of whether everyone who likes me has left me.

I am here, never leave, never feel sad or happy!