Chapter 58: The Masterpiece that Shocked the Entire Hall!
May we all be blessed with longevity?
Though thousands of miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together?
Zhang Ye had already finished reciting his poem, but the sound lingered on. Everyone present seemed to have their goosebumps explode. They were momentarily silent! The entire auditorium was echoing with the sound from the microphone!
With the poem unleashed, it shocked the entire auditorium!
Meng Dongguo was already stunned when he heard half of it!
Big Thunder, Zheng Anbang, Little Red Mushroom and the other Writers’ Association’s Teachers were dumbfounded!
Even without mentioning them, one could tell just by observing the atmosphere in the auditorium. Everyone in the audience had turned silent. Even the host, Zhang Huo, was at a loss for words while holding onto the microphone. The female host, Sung Mengjie, was even worse. She stared straight ahead and did not even realize that her hand had lost its grip on the microphone. Only when it issued a heavy thud on the red-carpeted floor of the podium did she come around. Following this, the souls of the people returned to their empty bodies, as if they had just crawled down from the moon in Zhang Ye’s poem!
Wow!
Shouts immediately exploded!
“Good poem!”
“What the f***!”
“Heavens! What did I just hear!”
“The pen of God! The pen of God!”
“Too awesome! This poem is enough to explode!”
Some people could not help but stand up and applaud loudly!
Director Zhao Guozhou and Wang Xiaomei were stunned!
Big Sis Zhou exclaimed, “What a good melody poem! Teacher Little Zhang really created it on the spot? Oh, my God! Oh, my Buddha! Oh, my Guanyin Bodhisattva! Oh, my Jesus! Oh, my Heavens!” She believed in quite a few religions, as there were all sorts of variations. “That ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’ was made on the spot. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’ and ‘A Generation’ were also improvised on the spot. ‘See Me or Not’ was also written there and then. This is also written at the last minute? How could this be possible!? What sort of brain does Teacher Little Zhang have!?”
Wow!
It was unknown who gave the first applause! Thunderous applause!
This was not an analogous description! It was really like thunder! The entire auditorium’s ceiling seemed to have been blown away! Other than applause, nothing else could be heard!
What was good about this melody poem? Many laymen might not be able to tell what was good about it, but they knew that it was definitely good.
Only Meng Dongguo, Zheng Anbang and company knew what realm this melody poem had reached. This was written too well. It revolved around the thoughts and imagination that opened up due to the Mid-Autumn’s moon. It embodied the joys and sorrows of the world into a philosophical pursuit of the meaning of life and the universe!
When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky.
In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?
Almost every word was classic. Each word had a charm to it. Some of the words even needed to be repeated several times to gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind it! For example, the sentence, “ride the wind to return home”? Why was the word “return” used? A few people from the Writers’ Association did not understand the first time that they heard it. Only as they heard to the end did they slowly understand. The word “return” was the finishing touch. It expressed how the original author, Zhang Ye, was in fact not treating himself as a mortal of this world. He treated himself as an immortal that had detached from the world; hence, he needed to “return” to the immortal palace, and not “go” to the immortal palace. It sounded insolent, but this melody poem’s essence, energy and spirit had suddenly broke the confines of this world, and had raised the bar by more than one grade! Coupled with the ending sentence, the dozen or so Teachers and authors from the Writers’ Association were too shocked for words!
Zhang Ye?
Who was he?
What sort of person is he!?
Other than Meng Dongguo and Little Red Mushroom understanding Zhang Ye a bit more, the other Teachers from the Writers’ Association did not know this person. They had never even heard of him; hence, they were so shocked. How could a person that could write such a melody poem be some nobody? How could he be a rookie that they had never heard of? Furthermore, these people had prepared for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet for several days, while this person was called out onto the stage! He did not even have time to prepare! Just this alone! No one present felt that they could do it themselves! What’s more, he produced such a shockingly great melody poem!
When did the realm of poetry have such an awesome person!?
Two minutes. The applause lasted for two minutes before it ended!
“Zhang Ye!”
“Zhang Ye!”
“Zhang Ye!”