I’m Really a Superstar

Zhang Lu stayed, "Life is like the summer flower?"

"Death is... the beauty of autumn leaves?" A young editor is also crazy.

"The word is well written, this poem is better." An old editor called the film

"Zhang Yu teacher is really good talent, I believe today." The only woman in the road.

Zhang Wei put down his brush and smiled at the female editor. "I didn't believe you before?"

The woman’s face was red, and she hurriedly waved: “No, no, it’s not seen before, and the feeling is not so deep. Oh, I’m saying the wrong thing. I’m going to invite you to dinner at night. When I get a drink, I will count it as a sin."

Zhang Hao hurryed: "I don't get in the way, not so much attention, huh, I am also joking with the mouth."

Zhang Lu is still reading the word. "Is this what you thought of temporarily? Absolutely, this poem is prefaced, too close to the kind of artistic conception, don't mention it."

The people in the publishing house all screamed in unison, and some people applauded and praised Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei also rushed to modestly a few words. Although this poem is just a simple sentence, even the number of words is less than the number of words in "One Generation", but the more the word is, the more you can see the basics and write. The more difficult it is, the more it is called the avenue to Jane. It may be this reason. This poem is actually a big poem. It is a poem in the "Bird Collection" by his world-famous Indian poet Tagore. The translation is Zheng Zhenduo. The world in Zhangye is a famous poem, "See or See" and "This is also everything" is not even famous for this poem, the original version is good, the translation is better, just one sentence, the strong artistic concept has already appeared on paper.

Why is this good order?

Why does Zhang Wei use this sentence to preface?

First, Zhang Wei wants to echo the works in his collection. His favorite poetry, the poems he uses in this world, are more open, or arrogant, or unnecessary, or cursed, or Touched, or dying, or alive, this song from the "Flying Birds" is the most natural, and almost all of his works are summarized and summarized. Secondly, this poem actually reflects Zhang Wei’s character, ideals, and desires.

Life is like summer flowers.

And die like autumn leaves.

This statement may be a bit of art. In Mandarin, it also borrows a message from a great man to commemorate Comrade Liu Hulan. This poem can also be translated into a vernacular. The greatness of life, the glory of death, Zhang Yi also wants to use it. The words of the great man are prefaced, but this is a bit too straightforward, and there is no such thing as arrogance and glory. So one of his world’s famous "Flying Birds" is published. Up

Come back home.

Zhang Wei began to comment and annotate.

This workload is not small, I really want to fool myself. I don’t say a day, I can’t get it in a month, and I’m sure I’m still wrong. So Zhang looked at my game’s reputation and waited slowly. After grinding up to 200,000 points, he bought two memory search capsules from the mall to see his world's analysis and annotation of the poetry works.

After a day and night, I finally submitted the manuscript.

this day.

Almost at night, the autumn is at the end of the tail, and the sky is darker.

Zhang Wei looked at the setting sun, lying in bed, motionless, sore neck, body is not a place is not tired, these two days to make notes, although there is already something in the brain, as long as the memory search will be sac The hidden memory that was searched out can be displayed as it is, but it is not a small workload. In the end, it is necessary to change the manuscript, change the comment, and get it for a long time, and finally finally got it last night. Today, Zhang Hao is resting on the bed, and even if he has not been running for several days, he has to slow down.

Bell bell.

The phone of the publishing house Zhang Lu came.

Zhang Wei was lying for a day, and he lived a little more. He reached out and answered the phone. "Hey, Editor-in-Chief."

"Mr. Zhang, I have worked hard." Zhang Lu smiled on the phone: "I have already tried the things like comments last night. This time there is no problem, then the version taken during the day, the illustrations have long been I am looking for someone to get it. I just got out of the printing house. The first edition of the printing has been completed. If there is no accident, I will use this version to sell it. After a few days, it will be put on the shelves. Well, but I still have it before. Take a look at it first. After all, it’s your collection. You have to nod yourself. Are you at home? Is it convenient now?”

Zhang Yi is a polite way: "Or else I am going to find you?"

"No, I am near here, I am going to your home?" Zhang Ludao.

"Also." Zhang Wei does not matter. He also wants to see the books of his collection as soon as possible. Compared with "Ghost Blowing Lights" and those fairy tales, this collection is certainly not as good as the previous two. Compared with, it is absolutely super, but the value of Zhang Wei's Anthology is immeasurable. In literature, in the sense, it is far from being comparable to "Ghost Blowing Light".

What does the collection represent?

This is fame, this is fame

It can be said that once this collection has been published, there will be Zhang Hao from the literary world. No matter who denies it, it is useless. His status has been recognized by the market and the people. What poets, writers, and finally, After the market test, otherwise the title of any writer is also "self-proclaimed", because literature is not just for the literature peers, but more for the people. Just like Wang Shuixin, he also has this name in the domestic poetry world. But if he wants to publish a collection of poetry anthologies, it is estimated that no publisher is willing to do it. Because he can’t make money, the publisher still doesn’t know how to pay. How much to go in

Get up.

Zhang Yan took a shower and packed up to clean up the house.

Hey, when the doorbell rang, he opened the door. "Zhang Zongbian, come..." He hasn’t said it yet, he just stunned, "You?"

There was a strange person standing outside.

Wearing a hat, wearing a frog mirror, and wearing a mask.

If I change someone else, I guess I have to be scared. I think I have come to a criminal, but Zhang Wei is obviously familiar with this figure. He has also met this scene for a few times. "Zhang Jie? How come you?

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful eyes under the sunglasses look at him, "Not welcome?"

"Welcome." Zhang Wei said that there is some listlessness, "Please come in."

Zhang Yuanqi is a gorgeous dress today, a bright red thin shirt, a black bag hip skirt, black stockings, plus a pair of red stiletto heels, at least 10 cm or more, wearing higher than Zhang Wei. The body is also very slim, full of curves and bumps.

Not afraid of cold

Zhang Wei closed the doorway: "Are you here?"

Zhang Yuanqi kicked the high heels, and the beautiful feet came out. He sat barely on a chair in Zhangye’s house, and he sighed with a sigh of relief, a little tired, “the premiere ceremony.”

Kicking shoes?

Barefoot?

What kind of image is this?

"Bai Niang 2"? Today's premiere?" Zhang Wei is also very concerned about her, are clear.

Zhang Yuanqi sighed, "I am screaming at a taxi and there is water?"

"I am looking for it." Zhang Yan turned over and threw her a bottle of unopened mineral water. "The last bottle, you give me some, I have to drink it." It’s not so polite to talk. “Yes, next time you come, please call me first, let me have a mental preparation.”

Zhang Yuanqi looked at him. "The phone is at my agent. Do you see that my clothes have pockets? Right, you have the next floor, the taxi account has not been settled."

"what?"

"I didn't bring my wallet."

"...you can do it."

Zhang Hao had to run downstairs.

The taxi driver waited for a long time. When he saw Zhang Hao coming over and gave the money, he sighed a few words. "This is not a delay in pulling me a job. If you don't take the money, you dare to take a taxi. Is that your girlfriend? Why?" At this point, the taxi driver suddenly glanced. "Hey, are you Zhang Jian?"

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "It is me."

The taxi driver was busy putting money on him. "That's not."

Zhang Yiyi said, "What is it? You take it with you."

The taxi driver looked at him and said: "Who don't know what you are doing to save the fans? Later, in order to help Wei Dad to discuss the argument, he also lost his job. If I took your money, I wouldn't be allowed to rent it. My friend is dying, don't let me go."

"Don't be a master," Zhang Hao chased him.

The taxi driver hit the steering wheel and lost his head and stepped on the throttle to get out of the community.

Zhang Xin’s heart was a little warm, and shouted at the rear of the car, “Thank you, Master”

The side window of the car was shaken down. Only the taxi driver reached out a hand and gave a thumb to Zhang Hao, and the car disappeared into the field of vision.

Go home upstairs.

The window was open, and the upstairs Zhang Yuanqi estimated that the conversation downstairs was also heard.

Zhang Yuanqi was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a book in his hand and looking up. "You still have a face?"

Zhang Wei cuts: "You got it, if you take the mask of your eyes, you can go all the way up and down the country. I can compare this little name with you."

Zhang Yuan’s mouth said: “I am going back to you.”

"Forget it, I have no plans to do it. You should not grab my songs in the future."

Being poor, the doorbell rang

I am relying on bad things.

Zhang snorted, only suddenly remembered the right thing, looking at Zhang Yuanqi: "What, my family is coming, the publisher, you..."

Zhang Yuanqi Emei, "Why don't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't call me in advance." Zhang Wei looked left and looked for a place.

Zhang Yuanqi reached for his glasses and mask.

Zhang Wei can't laugh and cry: "Who is the big black, who is wearing this with the family? Anyway, it is even stranger."

This is an open room, and there is no place to hide people. Zhang Yuanqiu moved the chair in a fragile position, facing away from the doorway, and continued to read the book without any serious thoughts. "That's it."

The doorbell rings again.

Zhang Wei couldn’t drag on anymore. He was a bit worried about being seen how much trouble he would make in his home after a long time. Hesitated for a moment, or opened the door nervously, but he was blocking the door. He didn’t seem to want them to enter the house. "Zhang Zongbian, 哟, Chen editor and Sun editor are also coming?"

Came to the monks, two men and one woman.

Zhang Lu smiled and said: "When you get off work, everyone will go there."

At the back of the female editor, I saw the back of the woman in the room. "Hey, this is..."

Zhang Wei’s heart snorted, finished, broken, and was recognized after the day.

Then the female editor said with a smile, "Is this Mrs. Zhang Wei's wife? It is a blessing to see the back of the teacher."