The next day, when he went downstairs to work, Zhang Ye went to the newsstand west of the subway station and asked the newspaper, "Is the Beijing Times here? How much?"

"One piece." The boss mechanized.

Zhang Ye paid for the money, "Give me one."

The boss received the money and submitted it, "Okay, you can get it."

Zhang Ye was so poor that he felt very distressed about this dollar, but he had no choice but to spend the money he should spend. Then he turned the pages and looked like it. When he walked onto the subway and squeezed on Line 10, his eyes finally flashed, and he turned to the middle page with great pleasure. His name was on the article, especially this title was particularly attractive - "Two Poems Save a Life"!

Last night, in the emotional column of the Beijing Radio Literary Radio "Talk the World" interacting with the audience, a female college student was about to go to New York to study and was preparing to commit suicide in the live broadcast of the program because her boyfriend was about to go to New York to study. The anchor Wang Xiaomei tried her best to dissuade her, but the effect was very little. In the end, she was the guest of the program. Teacher Zhang Ye, the broadcaster of the Literary Radio "Late Night Ghost Story", used two poems to save the girl's life!

The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light - "A Generation".

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between the sky, but I stand in front of your door, but you don’t know that I love you... The farthest distance in the world is the distance between birds and fish, one soars in the sky, the other dives deep into the sea - "The farthest distance in the world", also known as "The farthest distance in the world", also known as "The Flying Birds and Fish".

The above are the original texts of the two poems.

It is reported that both poems were written on the spot by Teacher Zhang Ye. Our reporter also contacted Teacher Zhang through telephone interview late at night. Although he was on the phone, he couldn't help but be impressed by Teacher Zhang Ye's literary talent.

ah?

Amazed by my literary talent?

Zhang Ye blushed a little, and he treated other reporters as selling ham sausages on the phone, showing his nonsense!

The report is not over yet: I have to mention an episode here. In the early morning, several people from the editorial department rushed to the manuscript. After seeing these two works, they immediately made an analysis and comment on the two poems. However, when they were handed over to Deputy Editor-in-Chief Yan for review, the deputy editor-in-chief did not ask us to publish the article. After reading the poem, his original words were as follows: "Delete all appreciations and analysis, don't write in the conventional way before. "Birds and Fish", this is a modern poem that can instantly penetrate people's hearts, and there is no need to be analyzed, while the other poem "A Generation" has the power in it.

In terms of language, this is a great modern poem. Regardless of whether the author is a newcomer to the poetry world or not, this poem can only be described as great. Perhaps the original author's fame and under the objective background of today's era are not enough to make this poem famous all over the world, but I believe that time will prove many things. Perhaps a few years later, perhaps decades later, or hundreds of years later, future generations will remember a poem, remember a person - Zhang Ye and his "A Generation". It is our generation, their generation, and the generation of future generations.

The evaluation is so high that Zhang Ye's heart is floating.

...

unit.

"Good morning." Zhang Ye entered the office area.

Assistant Xiaofang was the first to greet him, smiling with a smile on his face, "Teacher Zhang, you are here just right. We are talking about the news in the Beijing Times. Have you read it?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "I just watched it."

Xiaofang giggled, "You're talking before. You are the first to be on the Beijing Times in our literary and artistic radio in recent years." She was happy for Zhang Ye, "This is the Beijing Times. Although it is limited to the Beijing area, the circulation is hundreds of thousands of copies. Ordinary people don't have this treatment!"

Teacher Feng, the old anchor of "The Story of the Old and Young", also watched it and highly praised it: "Teacher Xiao Zhang, I listened to the replay last night and chewed the two poems over and over again. Oh, the younger generation is so terrifying. I will retire soon. I will rely on you young people in the future."

Zhang Ye quickly said, "But it is not as heavy as you said. My literary literacy is still far from that. The first day I came to Taiwan was with a learning attitude. In the future, I will also need more guidance from all teachers."

Tian Bin and Li Si came to work at this time.

Zhang Ye also saw him, and saw a violent look in Tian Bin's eyes, a feeling of jealousy and hatred. He ignored Zhang Ye and sat back on his desk. Zhang Ye robbed him of the anchor position of "Late Night Ghost Story". Tian Bin is now a DJ in charge of the class and has no job at all. He can only make up for anyone who has any shortcomings. He may not be able to play once in three or five days. It would be strange if he is not popular.

However, Li Si's attitude today was completely different from before. It can be seen that he didn't want to speak at all, but somehow he thought, Li Si, who was about to turn around, paused again, "... Teacher Zhang, morning."

Zhang Ye looked at him, "Oh, morning."

Li Si nodded his head and returned to his position, with a little intention of surrendering and judging the situation.

After hearing this, Tian Bin's face turned even worse. His popularity was average and he used to chew people behind his back. No wonder he was betrayal today.

Later, Wang Xiaomei, a popular figure in the stage, also arrived at the unit. She still didn't look at Zhang Ye, but after saying hello to several old comrades and friends with good relationships, she unexpectedly said to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, many of the readers of my program have sent me to you. You will find an assistant later." Although the attitude seems to have not changed much, it is important to know that Wang Xiaomei has never called Zhang Ye "Teacher Zhang" in private before. The difference in the title obviously brings a subconscious recognition.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye received a letter from his audience about "Talking about the World". In an era of rampant Internet, this world was the same as Zhang Ye's world. Few people used the communication methods of paper letters, but Zhang Ye still believed that this form of text written on paper should be more realistic and powerful.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye, I have listened to this episode of yesterday. I am also a parent. I won't say much else. I will thank you for the child's parents."

There were thirty-seven letters in total, and the audience's feedback was mostly positive.

Zhang Ye looked through the official email address of "Late Night Ghost Accident" again, read all the letters from the audience, and went to the Beijing Radio Station website to read the message. Suddenly he saw a link. He clicked on it and saw that his "The Farest Distance in the World" was posted on a large forum!

Click 750,000!

There are more than 3,000 replies!

"This poem is so touching!"

"So many clicks? This is the rhythm of being popular!"

"Is it popular online? I just read this poem in the Beijing Times in the morning. I am really amazing, but I still like "A Generation" more."

"I am the moderator of the website's literary section and a complete literary fan. I have always liked modern poetry and I love to write this. I think I write very well and have published many modern poetry in the literary section. But today after reading two poems by Teacher Zhang Ye, I realized that I am a frog in the well. This is the real modern poetry. What I write is actually nothing!"

There are praises, and of course there are doubts.

"What kind of destruction is just like that."

"Yes, I'm so stupid. The farthest distance is this, and the farthest distance is that. Is there any accurate picture?"

Even if you do anything best, it will not be possible to satisfy everyone. Zhang Ye knew this truth and logged in to his account and put on a vest and commented. He had no other advantages, but his mentality was relatively good, he was calm and peaceful, and he smiled slightly when he saw the scolding. He was very demeanor of a writer and a great poet, and said in a very demeanor: "...I'm so arrogant to your second grandma! It's still average? Do you know literature? Ah? Such a masterpiece that has been famous for a lifetime is actually disdainful! You are just a piece of shit! A piece of stinky shit!"

The man above was anxious, "Hey, why are you scolding?"

Some netizens also spoke, "The 3256th floor is right, you don't understand art!"

Another netizen said: "Some people criticize this kind of classic poem? I really don't understand the aesthetic views of some people!"

"Yes, this is a poem that saved a life, and it's still ordinary? Then you write a poem to save someone and let's take a look!"

Under Zhang Ye's leadership, the two people who expressed negative opinions were overwhelmed and stopped talking in shame. Seeing everyone's enthusiastic response, Zhang Ye's account was not blushing, and he didn't feel that he was too vulgar. All the writers have this temper!
Chapter completed!