I’m Really a Superstar

morning.

The weather is not too good, the fog is foggy.

When Zhang Wei came to the unit and didn't go in, the phone rang, and the mother called it.

"son."

"Oh, Mom."

"Can't you go home in the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Can't go back, I have to work overtime today."

"I still work overtime after the holidays? Is there always available at night?"

"It should be done at night, then I will go back from work."

"You don't have to go back to the market. You go directly to your house. Today, relatives are coming. I heard that you are famous. You sisters are clamoring to see you."

"Oh, then I will go as early as possible."

"Don't forget, wait for you to give me a long face at night!"

"What face is it? It’s all relatives, don’t you brag me again?”

"In any case, you sell more things, don't force yourself to be the same, buy expensive, is also a public figure, don't give your mother a shame, and hang up."

Dudu, broken.

Zhang Wei smiled, my mother had no other problems, that is, there is a particularly big feature - love face and love bragging. Well, Zhang Wei admits that he must have inherited the mother, but he never thinks bragging is a disadvantage! Many things in his world can explain this.

Bragging is wrong? no!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest man in the world?

Do you know the world champion of Li Na tennis?

Do you know the world record of how Liu Xiang’s hurdle breaks?

How many people know? what is the reason? Oh, the reason is that they...\\u

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There are not many people in the office.

Zhang Wei did not look at it and went inside, and suddenly a voice was picked up behind the slant.

It’s Zhou Dajie, just listen to her smile and say: “You say hello, or don’t say hello to me, I’m there, no sadness or disappointment.”

Zhang Hao quickly smiled and turned back, only to see her, "Good morning, Sister Zhou, sorry, the flower pot on your desk is blocking, I didn't pay attention to you."

Sister Zhou showed off: "How about Xiao Zhang? Is it ok for your poems?"

Zhang Wei is embarrassed: "You saw meager yesterday?"

"Of course I saw it. You were meager yesterday. I didn't expect to see the excitement just after paying attention. It hurt me to sleep at 12 o'clock yesterday. You didn't pay attention to me? I also forwarded your new poem." Zhou Dajie held up for him: "Don't care about the people who work as a writer. If you don't understand art and don't write poetry, then no one in the world will write poetry. Big sister supports you, don't go to the heart."

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "Thank you Zhou Sister."

Outside, everyone came to work overtime.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang is here? How did you get caught up with people yesterday?"

"Mr. Meng is the leader of the Beijing Writers Association. How do you offend him?"

"Yeah, I saw it yesterday. Teacher Zhang, I want you to say that you should not send the last poem. Those are the leaders and predecessors of the association. It is really necessary to offend people. How do you enter the association in the future? It’s good to leave a little room, oh, but those people are also, what are you doing for nothing? Your poems may not be as good as their predecessors, but how old you are, still young, can’t say your poems. There is no literary character, it hurts too much. I can see your poems are still okay, not as bad as they say."

"Sister Liu, what are you talking about? Xiao Zhang’s poem is okay? I think you are also being induced by the gang, and how good is Xiao Zhang’s teacher!"

A few big sisters, aunt, you have a sentence, and there have been differences.

It was not until 9 o'clock that the work was relished by everyone, and the topic continued.

Tian Bin also paid attention to the battle on Weibo last night. He couldn’t help but insert a sentence. "What is Mr. Zhou, Vice President Meng? How many years of old studies, Dalei and several other poet authors also None of them are laymen, all of them are experts in the industry. Since they have said this, they must have their judgments on literature. If we don’t understand it, we may not see it. I am not stepping on Teacher Zhang, he A few poems are indeed like the old comrades of the association. There are many problems. I also feel twisted when I read them."

Sister Zhou, look at Tian Bin, "Would you like to be a poetry sister?"

Tian Bin said: "I don't have this ability, but I still have basic judgment." Then I looked at Jia Yan. "Mr. Xiao Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Yan thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Zhang's poems are definitely not comparable to the poems of the predecessors. As for whether there is literary or not, I am not good at evaluating."

They said that Zhang Hao also heard a few words.

Originally, after saving two lives in two live poems by Zhang Wei and Wang Xiaomei, everyone in the office and even Beijing Radio Station unanimously affirmed his talents and poems. All of them are applauded. No one said badly. of. But nowadays, the people of the gang of writers headed by Meng Dongguo and the people on Weibo have openly questioned and denied that their opinions are not uniform. There are good sayings, some are bad, and more are uncertain. doubt. Sometimes, experts or authoritative opinions are really harmful and can affect people.

How to reverse this situation?

How to dispel everyone's doubts?

No way, as long as Zhang Hao is less qualified than Meng Dongguo, he can't turn over and can only be pressed by those people. Unless... unless Zhang Wei stepped on the gang of Meng Dongguo with absolute literary talent and strength in a specific occasion at a specific time, everyone’s doubts will never stop. What happened yesterday? What happened to the poem yesterday? People who work as a writer say you can't! Just say that you don't understand art! Just say that you don't understand literature! You can only look at it when you move your mouth and mouth! This is \\u66

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There is no announcement of the listening rate today because there are many things in the station.

Zhang Wei didn't care what everyone said, and got up to record. "Xiaofang, help me to book the recording room, it's faster, or it's too late."

"Okay." Assistant Xiaofang responded and arranged immediately. In a few minutes, she turned back again. "Mr. Zhang, Taili informed today that the literary frequency of our art is canceled from 12 noon to 2 pm, no need to record, saying that it is to be broadcast live with the news frequency and music frequency. Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry!"

"what?"

"cancelled?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry? Is it the leader who is busy these days?"

However, Zhao Guozhou came in a moment. "Everyone is quiet. Today's broadcast has changed temporarily. Listen to it. At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, the 7th Mid-Autumn Festival poetry held by the Beijing Municipal Association will start. We will also join the live broadcast of the literary and art broadcasts. This poetry will be different from the previous one held at the Tianjin Radio Station. There will be creative links and voting sessions. The leaders of the Education Bureau and several vice-chairmen of the Beijing Municipal Association will be invited. And more than a dozen members of the association went to the scene, the specific list has not yet been decided, but there should be a lot of people, the teachers of the association will create poetry songs about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the listeners outside the radio can also create and publish on our website selection interface. Finally, the audience voted to select the top three, which is to add some competition mechanism to make the column look better."

Writing poetry?

The man of Meng Dongguo and the Writers Association is coming too?

Zhang Wei heard a snoring. Is this really a slap in the face? I just yelled at the Internet yesterday. I have to meet today.

Dalei does not come?

Little red mushroom can't come?

Zhang Wei is a bit looking forward to seeing them in Taiwan!

Zhao Guozhou said: "So everyone can put everything in their hands. Today, all of them are mainly Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. They all go to help. The live broadcast venue is the big auditorium. This is the first time you use it. The live broadcast site, the equipment has not been fully debugged, I will go to the name and go with me in a while, all come out, um, because it is not convenient, please come to too many audiences, when you go to lunch at noon, the cafeteria will be at ten o'clock. Open the lunch halfway in advance and wait until twelve o'clock to go to the auditorium."

The name was called, Zhao Guozhou called three or four young boys, and then went to the auditorium to go.

Sister Zhou suddenly said: "Mr. Xiao Zhang, you will not participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry? Writing poetry is your strength. They are not saying that you will not understand literature? You will give them a look!"

Another big sister said: "Oh, Xiao Zhang did not prepare in advance. I just learned that the teachers of the family must have been notified, and they are prepared to be foolproof. Where is Xiao Zhang compared to them? It is better not to offer ugliness."

There is an aunt who is in charge of the copy: "You don't have a bad idea in Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhang's poem is good, but that's why we look good. People who work as a colleague are all professional, even poets and famous people. How do you compare with them?" In the hearts of laymen, the works are actually not important. Their fame and prestige are their primary concern. Zhang Wei is just a newcomer. The associations are not involved. Everyone has subconsciously determined that Zhang Wei’s works are definitely not as good. those people.

There are different opinions.

Later, the time was almost up, and everyone went to the cafeteria to eat in advance.

Zhang Wei actually hesitated, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, Meng Dongguo, Lei Lei, they are very likely to participate, is this not the time when they turn over? Isn't this the time to prove yourself? But how does he participate? The competition system of the poetry contest is seen. Although the audience can participate in the publication, it is only in the form of words, and the people who make the association are recited in the live broadcast. That is to say, the top three in Taili’s must be Produced by the gang of gangs, they have given them too many good times and people!

Did he go up and mess?

Is he a bar?

Therefore, even if Zhang Huan wants to go up, he does not know whether the leader of the radio station and the people of the Beijing Writers Association will let him go.

Forget it, let's talk about it later, about the poetry song of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Wei did not think about it, not that he had no work in his mind, but... there were too many too!

Not ready?

He doesn't have to prepare at all!

Mid-Autumn poetry songs? It’s not bragging, Zhang Wei said that one day and one night is estimated to be endless!

Mid-Autumn Festival is not a modern festival. It has a long history in ancient times, and there are countless poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history has not changed much. Several dynasties, the emperors, are the same as those in Zhang Wei’s memory. Because these historical influences are too great, presumably the game ring can’t modify this historical background. Otherwise, today's social structure will not be the social structure, and the whole body will be launched.

But many cultural works and historical celebrities are gone!

Li Bai?

Du Fu?

Wang Wei?

One is gone!

Replaced by others is someone else!

The ancient poetry of the world is a name that Zhang Wei has never heard of, such as stunned, such as Chen Yiqian, such as Meng Fan. The poems of the world, Zhang Yu, are also unheard of. Similarly, they naturally have never heard of the classic poems of Zhang Jian!