Another Big Sis said, “Come on. Little Zhang did not make any early preparations and just got notified. Those Teachers must have been informed a long time ago. They would have foolproof preparations. How can Little Zhang compete with them? It’s better that he not embarrass himself.”
An auntie in charge of copyright said, “Little Zhou, don’t let them give you bad ideas. Little Zhang’s poems are good, but that’s only to us. Those people from the Writers’ Association are professionals. Some of them are poets and famous artists; how is he to compete with them?” In a layperson’s heart, the work is not actually important. Reputation and prestige is what they first look at. Zhang Ye is just a newcomer and has never entered the Writers’ Association, so people will subconsciously identify Zhang Ye’s works as inferior.
There were all sorts of differing opinions.
Later, as there wasn’t much time left, everyone went to the cafeteria for an early meal.
Zhang Ye was actually in a dilemma. For the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company would most likely be participating. Wasn’t this the best time to turn the tide for himself? Wasn’t this the best moment to prove himself? But how was he to participate in it? It could be seen from the format of the poetry contest. Although the listeners could participate by publishing their creations, that was just in text form. But the people from the Writers’ Association would be reciting their works live. Hence, the top three had already been decided by the station to be one of those from the Writers’ Association. They had already given them a huge advantage!
Go mess things up?
Stab them in their backs?
Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go on, he did not know if the radio station’s management and the people from the Beijing Writers’ Association would let him go on the show.
Forget it. We’ll see how it goes. As for the poem regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that his brain was void of works, but it was.. filled with too many!
He wasn’t prepared?
Did he even need to prepare?
Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Not to brag, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish reciting them, even if given a day and a night!
The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern day festival. It had a long history that dated back to ancient times, so there was a countless number of poems relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history did not have many changes. There were the same old dynasties and emperors, just like in Zhang Ye’s memories. As such, history would not cause too many changes. The game ring probably could not change the historical background, or else society might no longer have such a social structure. It would affect everything.
However, many famous cultural works and famous historical figures did not exist!
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None of them existed!
They were all replaced by others!
This world’s ancient master poets were people Zhang Ye had never ever heard of. For example, there was Haoran, or Chen Yiqian, or Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had also never heard of any of the poetry of this world. Similarly, he was sure that they had never heard of the classic poems from his world!