I’m Really a Superstar

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A good annual meeting has changed.

The people attending the party upstairs and downstairs stared at the changes in the situation in the backyard.

As Chen Mo's teacher, Master Wei could only stand up and said to Wu Zeqing: "Principal Wu, I'm sorry, the apprentice is not sensible. You don't have the knowledge of a junior."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "It's okay, Xiao Mo's calligraphy is good."

Master Wei sighed and said: "The writing is not bad, but the character is far worse."

Master Zhou said to the side: "You still have to practice hard, it's too early to leave the army." He shook his head slightly.

As for the other calligraphers around, there is nothing to say, because they are Master Wei's apprentices, and it is not convenient for them to lecture them. Use a long Yuefu poem to insinuate that women should stay at home and should not be exposed to the public? This Chen Mo's handwriting is good, and his literary talent is also very outstanding, but his personality is a little worse. What is the identity of Principal Wu? That is a hero among women. Even calligraphers like them dare not make trouble in front of others. Why are you, Chen Mo, a junior? Fortunately, Principal Wu didn't care too much. This is his magnanimity. Otherwise, if this matter had happened to someone else, if you wrote like this, they would have slapped the table and stared. You know, in the field of culture and education, Wu Zeqing's influence may be greater than the influence of all of them present combined.

They are just fringe characters.

Wu Zeqing is the real person in the system

If you don't even understand this, your future achievements will not be much higher. Everyone has their own judgment about Chen Mo. Alas, but young people will always be impulsive and make mistakes. Give young people opportunities to grow and change.

Master Zhou looked at Chen Mo, "It's a crime not to accompany Principal Wu."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then looked at Wu Zeqing and said: "Principal Wu, if you have offended me in any way, I apologize, but my Yuefu poem really has no other meaning. I just want the teacher to check my learning results. ." He still didn't admit his mistake.

Everyone frowned.

Master Wei's eyes also turned cold.

Chen Mo was also riding a tiger and couldn't get off, and his pride was at work. Anyway, it had reached this point. He could only stand there with his neck straightened out. He didn't know that Wu Zeqing had already given Master Zhou's calligraphy to his teacher, and now he just wanted to give his teacher a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the consequences. He had done everything he had done and written, but he couldn't take it back.

Su Na said angrily: "I don't know why Principal Wu ignores you, but you still have the energy to do it?"

Father Su scolded, "Sit down, you are so excited.

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Su Na said: "He has belittled us women, and I am not allowed to talk about him."

A female calligrapher snorted, "In what age do you still engage in such feudal discrimination? Mr. Wei, today is the anniversary of the founding of the Calligraphy Association, and it is also your birthday. We are here to wish you a happy birthday, and we are not here to accept your anger. This is already a new year." How come society still retains these aging and decadent ancient thoughts? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. What’s wrong with us women?”

"yes"

"Why are we useless?"

"People who can write this kind of Yuefu poems are not much better in character."

"You still haven't admitted your mistake? You still don't know how to repent? Do you dare to do it right?"

"Master Wei, we respect you, but your disciple... is really not that good."

A group of female family members and female calligraphers were still scolding Chen Mo. Principal Wu ignored him because of his identity, but they were not so particular. Chen Mo’s calligraphy is really annoying

Teacher Wang said to his wife: "Lao Qu, what are you causing trouble?"

The woman frowned and said, "What's wrong? I can't speak yet."

Teacher Wang smacked his lips and said: "If you say a few words, the food can't stop your mouth? Let's eat." He didn't want the matter to continue to make trouble. After all, it was Master Wei's birthday, and Master Wei would lose face if he talked too much. Beautiful.

Another calligrapher said to his daughter: "Xiao Jiang, don't make trouble and eat well."

The girl sitting at the same table as Su Na threw down her chopsticks and said, "Can I still eat? My dad, that guy named Chen is full. I haven't invited anyone to eat my food, and he still can't." Are you hitting on us women? It would be nice if your article had other themes, but what about him? The Yuefu poem seems to say that men should be firm in their dreams and not listen to other people's nonsense, but almost most of the text describes how women are immoral. How to make trouble and look down on us women from the bottom of your heart. If an article like this is published and spreads outside, what will people think of the Calligraphy Association? Humph, I thought this was a gathering place for a bunch of old feudalists."

The father got angry, "What are you talking about? I'll eat your food."

Xiao Jiang said: "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't eat it."

A woman next to her hugged Xiao Jiang and shouted to the other side: "Old Sun, please stop yelling at your child. You allow him to write like that and you don't let us say it, right?"

"Sister Yu, Xiao Mo probably didn't do it on purpose." The father smiled bitterly.

Sister Yu said: "Then we have to apologize to all our lesbians."

All the women in the room refused. Those male compatriots have a headache.

"Senior brother."

"Brother."

"this"

Several other disciples of Master Wei were sitting on the wax.

Chen Mo was overwhelmed and could only say: "Sisters and aunties, I really have no other intention. I just imitated some ancient thoughts and the format of Yuefu poems, and wanted to show my learning achievements when the teacher passed his birthday, so I created a Yue, I want to give the teacher a surprise."

Still don’t recognize it?

Still quibbling

Now, even those gay men can't stand it anymore

Suddenly, someone spoke. Zhang Ye casually took a bite of the food, swallowed it, and glanced at Chen Mo calmly, "How can you come up with such a crappy thing after a month of research? Your academic performance is not very good either. "

Chen Mo sneered, "Bloody thing?"

Zhang Ye was so venomous, "You said it was rubbish, but I was just saying it to save Master Wei's face. But from my point of view, this Yuefu poem of yours is nonsense. Do you know what Yuefu poetry is?" Do you know how to write Yuefu poems? How dare you call a piece of crap like yours a Yuefu poem? Don’t be ridiculous. From now on, just write this kind of thing secretly with your family. Don’t embarrass yourself in public. It’s really embarrassing. Let people who know literature and poetry read it, and you won’t make them laugh out loud? Your writing is still so-so, which is okay, but your literary level is really not bad at all. Let me tell you, the real Yuefu Although the language format of poetry is not so particular, there are not so many requirements for level and obliqueness, and it is very free, but it is not called Yuefu poetry if it is written with irregular words and can be sung with music and can be sung for a few lines. Yuefu poetry is not a complete poetry style. In terms of music, the literature of the Republic is broad and profound, not as simple as you think."

Suna cheered: "Well said."

As for what to say? Suna doesn't understand either

The other people present were also similar. Speaking of which, they really didn’t understand the poetic form of Yuefu poetry. There were no restrictions on words, no restrictions on level, but the language level was very high. It had to describe the characters and even some dialogues, which was very difficult. Writing—everyone’s concept stops here. After all, we are all calligraphers. They know Yuefu poetry, but they can’t study it so carefully and thoroughly.

A young man couldn't listen anymore, "You said my senior brother was writing blindly?"

"Is it my senior brother who doesn't understand or you don't understand?" Another disciple of Master Wei also commented.

Zhang Ye was amused, "I don't understand?"

When Su Na heard this, she also laughed dumbly.

Seeing Zhang Ye's arrogance, Chen Mo also spoke up. Those other aunts and sisters are all his elders. It's not easy for him to refute, but who do you think you are? Chen Mo said directly: "Okay, what you said is very good, so don't just talk without practicing, right? I'm not writing Yuefu poems, so what do you think should be done to write Yuefu poems?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's Principal Wu's birthday today. I'm happy. Then I'll teach you and won't charge you tuition." After saying that, he turned to Wu Zeqing and said, "Principal Wu, I didn't bring any gifts today. I came here empty-handed." I was also a little embarrassed, so I just wrote something as a birthday present."

Wu Zeqing chuckled and said, "Okay."

Master Zhou was stunned, "What do you want to write?"

Zhang Ye said easily: "I told you, of course it's Yuefu poetry. Just now I said that I would give those previous poems to Principal Wu. Principal Wu was not satisfied and said that the allusions in my poems were unclear. Well, Yuefu poetry should be suitable. , I also want to tell you a story.”

Wu Zeqing looked at him softly, "Okay, I'll wait for your Yuefu poems. If they're not good, I won't accept them." He made a joke, but he didn't question Zhang Ye at all.

Many people took a breath, holy shit, do you really want to write Yuefu poems? This style of poetry is no different from other five-character or seven-character poems. Yuefu poems generally tell stories, requiring characterization, plot, main plot, an ultimate question at the end, literary thoughts, and most importantly, language. Speaking of words, everyone has just seen Zhang Ye's skill in writing poems, but that's just a few dozen words. Each poem is a short poem, well conceived and well written. Yuefu poetry is completely different. There is no one Months of conceiving and pondering, a long poem of hundreds or thousands of words? This is impossible to write. Everyone knows that this young man in sunglasses obviously came here in a hurry. He must not have created this kind of thing in advance. Now he actually has to write after finishing two sentences? Is this still going to be done on-site?

This is a Yuefu poem

Can this thing also be delivered on site?

Everyone has no concept of this at all, and has never even heard of it. Can anyone really do it? impossible

Su Na was full of confidence, "Come on, Teacher Zhang, let them see a few frogs in the well, and dare to talk about literature and poetic structure with you? It's ridiculous." She really wanted to laugh.

Zhang Ye said to the other side: "Can you please prepare a longer piece of rice paper for me? The number of words may be a bit too much."

"What proportion do you want?" Master Zhou asked.

Zhang Ye didn't understand either, "Uh, it doesn't matter."

Master Zhou was speechless for a moment and then asked, "How many words are there?"

Zhang Ye said: "I don't know, let's write it down first."

Also, when people are creating on the spot, how can they know how many words can be written? Master Zhou asked his disciples to arrange it, and it was quickly ready.

Many people stopped eating and came over to watch the fun.

"Let's go downstairs"

“It’s fun again”

"Wait for me, I'll go too, I'll go too"

Many family members and attendees came down from upstairs.

This time it is not a competition, but it is more interesting and thrilling than those previous games. Suna squeezed in, and others rushed to the nearest place.

Chen Mo was waiting to see a joke, and so were several of his senior brothers. A person with no preparation wanted to write a Yuefu poem? Hundreds or thousands of words without even thinking about it? Isn't this a big joke? And what story are you going to write? Ancient stories have long been written down, and there is nothing new anymore.

Master Zhou stood in the inner circle.

Master Wei and Wu Zeqing also sat and looked over.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye let the brush lick the ink, looked up and found Chen Mo, "Look, what is Yuefu poetry?" After saying this, he picked up the brush and put down the words. He also described, "In ancient times, there was a woman who was a beggar." Mulan.”

woman?

Hua Mulan?

Aren’t ancient writing styles all about men? Are you going to write about a woman as the protagonist?

After Chen Mo and several fellow apprentices heard this, they even sneered a few times. When the others heard this, they were also stunned, with puzzled and puzzled expressions on their faces. They said you are really good, not only You write Yuefu poems as soon as you start writing, but also use women as the main plot? The husband teaches his son to cultivate the land? What's there to write about?

"Chirp again chirp, Mulan is weaving at home. I don't hear the sound of the machine, but I can hear the woman sighing."

The first line started to fall into place. Su Na was very good at it. When she walked behind Zhang Ye, he wrote a sentence and Su Na read it, so that people who could not see clearly could hear it.

"Huh?"

"Is it really weaving clothes and plowing the land?"

“What’s there to write about about the parents’ quarrels?”

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb him, and look again."

Several women and girls behind were pointing and talking.

Zhang Ye didn't even think about it. He wrote one word after another very quickly, with firm strokes. There was no hint of thinking or conceiving at all. "Ask me what I am thinking about, and ask me what I am remembering. I have nothing to think about either." , the girl has no memory. Last night I saw the military notice, the Khan ordered the troops, and there were twelve volumes of military books, each with my name on it. I have no eldest son, and Mulan has no eldest brother. I am willing to be the market saddler, and from now on I will fight for my father. .”

Chen Mo was stunned

What?

Join the army in place of your father?

A woman disguised as a man to serve as a soldier?

The others also suddenly became quiet, no one spoke.

Zhang Ye wrote faster and faster, "Buy a horse in the east market, a saddle and shackles in the west market, a bridle in the south market, and a long whip in the north market. Once I bid farewell to my mother-in-law, I stay by the Yellow River at dusk. I don't hear my mother-in-law calling for a girl, but I hear the Yellow River. The flowing water roared and splashed. I left the Yellow River at dawn and arrived at the top of the Black Mountain at dusk. I didn't hear my mother-in-law's voice calling for the girl, but I heard the chirping of the horseman on Yanshan Mountain."

There was a slightly fat middle-aged woman with red eyes.

Several other women were also greatly touched when they heard this.

What a poor woman, what a filial woman, what a brave woman

When he wrote this, Zhang Ye's pen suddenly sharpened, as if the characters in Yuefu poems also jumped out with the change of his pen, and the atmosphere became intense, "Thousands of miles to go to war, pass the mountain as if you are flying. The new energy is passed down to the Golden Watchman." , the cold light shines on the iron clothes. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned after ten years. He returned to see the emperor, and the emperor sat in the bright hall. He served twelve times and was rewarded with hundreds of thousands of strong men. The Khan asked what he wanted. Mulan did not need a minister, but she was willing to run thousands of miles. , send your son back to his hometown."

Everyone is stunned again

So many people died, but Mulan was lucky enough to survive?

The emperor rewarded her, but why didn't she become an official?

Zhang Ye wrote: "When the mother-in-law hears that her daughter is coming, she goes out to help the general; when the elder sister hears that the younger sister is coming, she is responsible for doing the makeup; when the younger brother hears that the younger sister is coming, he sharpens his knife to attack the pigs and sheep."

A picture seems to appear in front of everyone's eyes

It was an exciting and jubilant scene for the family. Their relatives escaped death and returned home with great military exploits.

As Su Na read, there was a trace of sobs in her voice, as if she had been hit in the softest part of her heart and could not read.

Zhang Ye took over Su Na's job and even read to himself while writing, "Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my war robe, and put on my old clothes. I trim my temples at the window, and look at the mirror with yellow decals." When I went out to see my friends, they were all frightened: We have been together for twelve years, but I didn’t know that Mulan... is a girl."

Xiao Jiang suddenly felt his blood boiling

A woman next to her shed tears.

The scenes described in Yuefu poems made many people unable to bear it.

Finally, Zhang Ye chuckled, and while writing, he seemed to be questioning everyone: "The male rabbit's feet are twitching, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred; the two rabbits are walking along the ground..." The last few words are more interesting than the last. Strength, "Can you tell whether I am male or female?"

Finished

The whole place was silent

Zhang Ye mentioned "Poem of Mulan", left a note, and put down the brush

After Chen Mo finished reading, his face turned purple for a moment. Several of his fellow apprentices were speechless.

Master Wei slapped the Taishi chair hard and laughed and said: "It's so good that An can tell whether I am a male or a female."

Master Zhou's mood at this moment could no longer be described in words. He looked at Zhang Ye in surprise and was also frightened by this earth-shattering "Poetry of Mulan"

Yes

Really scared

Wu Zeqing's eyes flashed

All the lesbians present were amazed and exclaimed.

"Mulan? This is the role model for us women."

"This is a woman. Who said women are inferior to men?"

"What men can do, what men can achieve, we women can do too"

The women were all a little excited. This "Poetry of Mulan" simply touched their hearts.

Yes, you people have to look at men and women with colored eyes. You have to hold the rabbit's ears and hang it in the air to look at men and women. The male rabbit's feet are always moving, and the female rabbit's eyes are always squinting, so of course it is easy to distinguish, but when When two rabbits, a male and a female, run side by side, who can tell who is the male and who is the female? It's the same for everyone.

"Wonderful" Master Zhou clapped his hands in admiration

Immediately, bang bang bang, applause broke out one after another in the audience, "It's amazing. I really learned a lot today. It turns out that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world."

"Poetry of Mulan" is so excellent

Excellent to the point of shock

I am afraid of comparison in everything. Just now, everyone thought that Chen Mo was very powerful. He could write a poem as eloquent as Yuefu Poetry with hundreds or even thousands of words? But now compared with the poems and essays of this young man in sunglasses, Chen Mo's article is simply a piece of shit. Chen Mo writes about men. He praises men and dreams, but uses a woman as a foil to describe the opposite. The article itself is too petty, ideologically. There is nothing that can be used at all. Even now it seems that Chen Mo's writing skills are just the language of a child, and it is difficult to reach the level of elegance. But how did that young man write the Yuefu poem that he sent to Wu Zeqing? People write about women without belittling anyone. Are you writing about men who want to be officials? The women they write about don’t want to be officials, don’t want credit, don’t want rewards, and just want to go home and reunite with their parents and relatives. Does the man you write about feel sorry for himself every day? Is it bad to curse a woman in this way or that? The woman written about risked beheading, disguised herself as a man and joined the army for her father and her family. For the sake of her father and family, she fought with the enemy as a daughter, going back and forth with swords, and tying her head to her belt every day. General After dying in a hundred battles, the "strong man" returns in ten years

ten years

a weak woman

She did what no man can do

Comparing the two, the gap between the realms of Chen Mo and the young man in sunglasses is simply too huge. The young man's "Mulan Poetry" was obviously written for Chen Mo. Every sentence of the other's article is a slap in the face. When refuting Chen Mo for suppressing his article, he got slapped in the face

Chen Mo's face was ugly. He didn't expect that the other party could write such a poem.

Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mo and said without courtesy: "I can tell you again now, what you wrote is nothing. It is not called a Yuefu poem, and it has no literary value or appreciation value." He pointed. My own rice paper, "This is a Yuefu poem, not your kind."

Chen Mo said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to comment on my poetry?"

Suddenly, Master Zhou's eyes moved. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud for some unknown reason, "Xiao Chen, the person in front of you is really qualified to evaluate your poetry. He said you wrote it." If it is not a formal Yuefu poem, then it is definitely not it. If he does not have this qualification, then there will not be many qualified people in the country. In the field of literature, maybe all of us here are no match for him. Then he looked at Zhang Ye and said with a smile: "Young man, I know who you are."

Chen Mo was stunned, what did Master Zhou say?

Is he qualified? What qualifications does he have?

Why, when everyone is stacked together, are they not as good as each other in terms of literary quality? How can it be

"ah?"

"who is it?"

"Mr. Zhou knows?"

Everyone is too curious, who is this young man?

Master Wei and the calligraphers also looked over. Some of them were thoughtful.

Master Zhou laughed and said, "Actually, I should have thought that in China, people can write ancient poems like this, they can write ancient lyrics like this, they are also proficient in couplet culture, and they can even create "Mulan Poetry" on the spot without any thinking or drafting. "Only one person in China can do this kind of amazing story"

Finally, some smart people gradually guessed

He is proficient in poetry, songs, and couplets, and is unmatched by anyone in the country. Or was he invited by Principal Wu? Do you know Su Na, a teacher from Peking University?

"Holy shit"

"I know who he is"

"Oh my God, it's Zhang Ye"

"You are Teacher Zhang Ye"

Everyone was shocked, no one expected this