MTL - I’m Really a Superstar-Chapter 21 [The only thing that can cure the literary youth is the text...

The poem is finished.

Zhang Wei sees that the female college student there did not answer for a long time and continued: "This poem is called "The Farthest Distance in the World", also called "Birds and Fish". Today I will give it to you, Beijing and New York are far away. I don’t think at all, you can still meet, you can know each other, you can fall in love, you can meet each other, is it defeated by this geographical distance? Then your feelings are just like this, girl, don’t use distance As an excuse, don't use distance to escape reality. In my opinion, your distance is not far away. Think about the bird, think about the little fish. If you are still stubborn and have seen self-righteousness, then you cut the blade. I don't say a word!"

"..."

There was no sound on the phone.

Then, gradually the voice of the girl sobbing came, "Flying birds...and fish...hey...birds...and fish..."

When I heard the crying, everyone in the live room was very excited. The girl’s performance has been too calm and calm, crying? Instead, it illustrates her movement!

The female college student is crying: "Teacher, I...what... what to do?"

Zhang Yi slightly thought, "I don't know what to do. This is your own way. You have to go by yourself."

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

Zhao Guozhou behind the glass exaggeratedly gestured to Zhang Wei! The staff of other art stations are also secretly anxious. You tell her what to do if they can't do it. Let me save her first. What is my own way to go? What if she still can't go out?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Wei's foot below.

Zhang Wei did not feel the same.

The female college student cried: "Teacher, you tell me... what to do... I believe you... oh... now I can't sleep every day... what should I do... every day... groggy ...all at night...can't see a little future..."

Seeing each other crying, Zhang Wei calmed down. "Girl, you have no way to help you decide your way, and even if we say something you can't actually listen, you need to think for yourself, I will send you another one." Poetry, I hope you can think about it."

Have poems?

Everyone in the outside breathed in their breath.

Zhang Wei said deeply: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to look for light."

This poem still does not exist in this world, but it is famous in the world of Zhang Wei. It is Gu Cheng’s "One Generation". The whole poem is also a sentence, very short, but the power contained in it is not short. It is difficult to analyze and dissect the meaning contained in the poem. It can only be said that different people will not see the same thing. Zhang Wei gave her this poem to her and hoped that she would have some feelings. At least when Zhang Wei was confused, this poem accompanied him for a long time.

"Night... gave me black eyes, but I used it... looking for light." The female college student repeated it in her mouth and gradually stopped crying.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The female college student suddenly spoke. "Mr. Zhang Wei, thank you. I think I know what to do. I will wait for him. I want to wait for him. I will not be born any more, no matter how the final result is, thank you. Your two poems... I will remember them all my life!"

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

On the front of the computer screen, the message of the netizen's audience simply blew up the pot, broke the history, and some of the refreshes were not over!

"God!"

"Mr. Zhang Wei is too powerful!"

"Yeah, I saw the broadcast host that I can say for the first time!"

"The furthest distance in the world? This poem is too sensational!"

"I think the best one in the back, the night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find the light, it is a quatrain, eternal quatrain!"

"No wonder I can write "God Blowing Lights" and other works. I know Zhang Yi’s artistic level. Two poems can be seen!"

"Save a man to win a seven-level float, I decided, and later support the "Deep Night Ghost Story" every day!"

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

The device is broken and the live broadcast is over!

Wang Xiaomei leaned back on the chair and felt a little vain.

Zhang Wei smiled and touched the shirt on his back neck. It was also a sweat. Your sister, the first time I was a guest, I came across a live suicide. This also made people not live! Fortunately, he has the wisdom of his predecessors, and finally he has fooled the girl!

As soon as the outside door opened, everyone embraced.

Deputy Director Jia was no longer there. Zhao Guozhou was the first to come in. He came up with a loud voice: "Good little Zhang! Good job!"

"It’s really thrilling!"

"Still we are good teachers Zhang!"

Everyone is very admired, and they are all appreciative!

Zhang Wei’s phone editor Xiao Fang also gave a thumbs up after the crowd. “Mr. Zhang, your two poems are great!”

The mouth can kill people, and the mouth can save people. Today, everyone in this live show is a long-term experience, and all of them are seen at once, and they all feel a lot.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and dared to be honest: "Leader, today is my responsibility, I accept the punishment in Taiwan, my words are too radical."

Zhao Guozhou looked at her, and it was not too criticized. "Write a review and give it to me tomorrow. In fact, you can't blame you. The female college student has already prepared for suicide. Even if she doesn't make this call, she must be born lightly. Looking at it from another angle, it is still a good thing. Let's enlighten her, and it will save a person's life. Well, but we should pay attention to the program in the future. We must also consider the audience's emotions and accepting ability. This live broadcast is for everyone. It’s a lesson and an experience.”

It’s a thing.

Everyone took a breath and let go.

Wang Xiaomei looked at Zhang Wei. "Is these two poems made for you?"

Zhang Wei can't say no, after all, this poem does not exist with this world, "Well."

"Do you still write poetry?" Wang Xiaomei is still not sure.

Zhao Guozhou, who was just about to go out, heard it. He smiled and said: "You may not know how Xiao Zhang was interviewed for admission? It is because of a prose poem of Haiyan, Xiao Zhang’s artistic accomplishment of poetry, we The entire literary and art broadcaster is not as good as him." After that, he recalled it a little, and recited it from the beginning. Zhang Wei did not expect that Zhao Guozhou almost completely turned the poem back down. It is obvious that he has I love this prose poem. "...this is the brave sea Swallow. In the roaring sea, in the middle of the lightning, flying proudly; this is the screaming prophet of the victory: let the storm come more fierce!"

Everyone listened, and many people were shocked!

"Good poetry!"

“It’s really awesome!”

“Is this one also created on the spot?”

A few poems are really more amazing than one. When you think about what you just did, you can't help but have an interesting idea. Wen Qing is a disease, and the young woman of literature and art is a disease. Who can cure this disease? The answer is simple - to be a literary young man who is more literary than a young woman in literature and art can be cured!