I’m Really a Superstar

Twelve o'clock.

The auditorium was officially connected to the live broadcast.

On the stage, the red fire, the flower carpet, the lineup of handsome men and beautiful women, um, but unfortunately only the three hundred and four hundred people of the live broadcast station staff and their families can see, the audience in front of the radio is not appreciated, they only Can hear the sound.

"Listen friends, everyone!"

"I am the host Zhang Huo, this is my partner Sun Mengjie."

“The Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, welcome listeners to listen to the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry that is broadcast live by the news frequency, art frequency and music frequency!”

The two hosts are the star hosts of the news station, and they are also recognized as two good players in Taiwan. They speak very steady and rarely make mistakes. Let them be responsible for this conference and they can see the importance of Taiwan. After a few words of opening remarks, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let us welcome Chen Kun, deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Education Bureau!"

"There is also the vice chairman of the Beijing Municipal Association for the Coordination of Meng Dongguo Meng!"

"The famous poet Da Lei!"

"The famous fairy tale writer Xiaohong Mushroom..."

After each introduction, everyone under the crowd applauded.

After the introduction, the host Zhang Hue sighed with enthusiasm: "Before the beginning of the poetry meeting, several teachers who invited us to make a concert came to the stage to make a poem for everyone to open a song. I also wish the audience in front of the radio to be happy. I want to make things happen, round and round!"

The opening poetry reading program is obviously ready.

Meng Dongguo first went to the stage and faintly recited: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is less and less \\u6

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When this order came out, some people at the place knew that they had to read the poems. Of course, except Zhang Yi, he might have heard the poem on the spot.

Dalei came to power, "The mirror has two months."

Zheng Anbang stepped on the stage, "Let's walk around the quiet."

A little old man who is not known to Zhang Yi, is the third one. "One tree is fragrant."

In the last sentence, Meng Dongguo took it back, and the finale closed. "Yingying is full of autumn."

Everyone applauded warmly, Zhang Hao listened, and also shot together, this poem is good, really good.

This is the world's famous poet Ma Ruihong's "He Jiashi". Because of an allusion, this poem is famous all over the world. It has always been a must-have item for the Mid-Autumn Festival, that is, Zhang Wei is not the perfect world. The people do not know, but no one else does not know this "He Jiashi", the streets, men and women, young and old, just pull out a person to recite. Well, for example, it might be the same as Zhang Wei’s "When Wohe’s afternoon, sweat dripping down the earth", a feeling.

Zhang Hao had no intention of looking down on the heroes of the world. There are many good people in this world.

After the poem was finished, Chen Kun, deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Education Bureau, took the floor to deliver a speech. Later, Vice Minister Jia also made a speech on behalf of the staff of the Beijing Radio Station. I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

A burst of ink, the title is late.

The hostess Sun Mengjie hangs a bright smile. "Thank you for the speeches of the leaders. Here is the link of the poetry contest. I will talk about the rules, regardless of the poetry of the teachers in the field, or the audience outside the audience." The songs of our official Mid-Autumn Festival poetry website are worth mentioning. As long as there are favorite poems, each person can cast three votes for your favorite works. We also invited the notary public of the Chengdong District Notary Office today, we will count Vote for the top three, so please cherish every ticket in your hand."

Zhang Huo laughed and said: "Then there is a first teacher?"

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f East country came up, "Oh, no one, then I will come first, my is a poem." Holding the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his heart and gently spoke: "Poetry - "The Mid-Autumn Rainy Night has thoughts."

"The flowers are complicated and thank you, and the moon is sighing."

"In the spring of the DPRK, I was resigned."

"Strong and open, and leave the autumn sound."

"The pillows are listening to the thunder, and the wind and rain recall the night."

Dalei first applauded, "Good poetry!"

Another young person who wrote the association: "Mr. Meng is getting more and more exquisite!"

Shen Anbang also focused on the key points. "It’s well written. Now there are too many reunion Mid-Autumn Festival poems. This poem is the opposite. It’s written, parting, imperfections, and embarrassing. It doesn’t seem to be a reunion of some people’s reunion. It is not a sight, but it is precisely because there is no reunion, it is even more sensational and cherish the beauty of reunion. This is to write the Mid-Autumn Festival from another angle. This one hundred million is written in the night. Oh, my poem is embarrassing to take it. Come out."

Little Red Mushroom smiled and said: "Old Shen, don't compare with them. They can all write novels. Can they not be mad at them than poetry?"

Shen Anbang laughed, "also."

The two hosts also held a few words on the stage, which was also introduced to the audience in the words, because the audience could not see it after all. "This is the new work of our vice president of the Beijing Municipal Association for the Advancement of the People's Republic of China, the leader of the Beijing poetry, Meng Dongguo Meng, 唉I heard that I was so intoxicated."

Meng Dongguo joked: "Not yet, huh, huh, but if the audience members feel good, remember to vote for me. I am under pressure today. If the ticket is too low, I have no face to go back, so I must pull. Pull the ticket."

Zhang Huodao: "Mr. Meng is too modest."

"Yeah." Sun Mengjie said: "I see this poem has a champion."

"This is the first poem?" Zhang Huo said.

"Oh, Zhang Huo, or else you can make a bet? I guess this is the first." Sun Mengjie came to face Meng Dongguo, and secondly, this poem is really wonderful.

Zhang Huodao: "Okay, bet on gambling, then I'm

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Seeing the two people playing treasures, everyone under the laughter haha, in fact, many people are agreeing, Meng Dongguo is a professional to engage in this, can he write poetry can be worse? The skill is there, and the identity of Meng Dongguo is here. It is the leader of the association. The reputation is not small with the capital. It is an old qualification. Even if this poem is not touted by them, then I am the only one in the sky and the ground, but the quality is very high. The first place is basically unable to run.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second one was from Shen Anbang. When he took office, he took the words of Meng Dongguo. "Mr. Meng said that he is under pressure. In fact, I am the most stressed. Behind President Meng, is this not to make me ugly?" Forget it, don't say it, you have to say it. I am not good at ancient poetry. I will come to a modern poetry to help."

After a minute, he finished.

Everyone has a glimpse of it.

Meng Dongguo applauded: "This small Shen, modest for a long time, originally kept such a good work."

Other writers seem to have not expected that a writer who writes romance novels can even write such a good modern poem, perhaps not as good as Meng Dongguo, but also the second and third best.

The third person who came to power was a young writer, but he did not say poetry, but said a word, lyrics, although there is no song to sing, but the lyrics are still lively and elegant, very artistic.

The fourth one is the little red mushroom. When she goes up, she says it is in front. "I will talk about it first. I don't want poetry and songs. I am writing fairy tales. Today, I will create a fable story for everyone." She opened the lecture. The story is a personification, and the moon is turned into a man, quite beautiful.

One by one.

One person after another.

There are no good children who can enter the association, and they all show their own skills.

At the end of the finale, it was Dalei. His poetry has always been known for his imposing manners, just like his character. So the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival today is a bit of a hindrance to his play. He said a word, the effect is not very good, because The applause is not too big. However, it may be because the literary nature is relatively strong. There may be more reflections in this first word. Meng Dongguo and several teachers of the Writers Association gave high praise after the big mine.

"Great thunder, the word is very good."

"It doesn't matter if you don't care about applause. It's great."

"There is less applause. They didn't understand it. They didn't go deep into the study. The first word, if they listened a few times, chewed and chewed, it really has a good aftertaste."

Dalei does not care: "I feel okay."

The poetry took an hour and the time was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The host Zhang Huo took the microphone. "Thank you for the wonderful works of the teachers. Today is an eye-opener. Every masterpiece makes me reluctant to miss a word. I think the audience in front of the radio are also very happy." So what are you hesitating? Please vote for your favorite works. Our voting deadline is two o'clock in the afternoon. Just now the notary tells us that it takes five minutes to confirm the votes, so our poetry will have one hour and five minutes. What do you do in the rest of the time? Let us read the top-ranking masterpieces on the submission website, and everyone will listen to the works sent by netizens."

Female host Sun Mengjie holds a tablet computer. There is no signal on the mobile phone here, but the communication tools such as live broadcast devices have their own wireless signals, so they can use them. "Oh, I saw it. Now the number one is Meng Dongguo. I will read the top ten works."

First: Meng Dongguo, the number of votes was 23019 votes.

Second: Shen Anbang, the number of votes was 12,553 votes.

Third: Dong Fei, the number of votes was 9813 votes.

Fourth: Little red mushroom, the number of votes is 9681.

Wait a minute, etc., the top ten are the people of the association, Meng Dongguo is far ahead, and the third Dong Fei is also a modern poet who is famous for writing poetry. Even the words of Dalei were not very strong in the live radio staff, and they also got the tenth place. The eleventh one added the work of a netizen.

The host took it.

This work called Fengqi Yunxi is not bad, but it is just a good one. There is always a difference between professional and amateur, and the number of votes can be seen.