“Last year, the one that the Jinshi Radio Station organized was not bad. There were many good poems.”
“Ha. This year will be even better. Didn’t you see that so many Teachers are coming from the Writers’ Association? I guess that there will be at least one classic Mid-Autumn poem.”
There were also people who heard of yesterday’s Weibo war of words, or people who knew about Zhang Ye.
“Eh? Meng Dongguo? A person who writes fairy tales like Little Red Mushroom is also going? The namelist also includes Big Thunder? Those poets who looked down on Teacher Zhang Ye?”
“Haha! There will be something to see!”
“Right. I remember that Zhang Ye works at Beijing Radio Station, right? Today’s Literature Channel will also be broadcasting it? Teacher Zhang Ye will also be there too, right?”
“That’s right. They will meet each other!”
“To think that they were scolding each other yesterday, but now they are meeting today. You really don’t meet unless you are enemies!”