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Gravity Tales
Wuxia and Xianxia Light Novels
I’m Really a Superstar
Chapter 56: One Poem After Another!
At 12 o’clock sharp.
The auditorium was directly broadcasted live.
The stage was decorated nicely and there were flowers and carpets. A handsome man and a beautiful man presided over the event as hosts. Well, unfortunately, only the staff and family members present at the radio station could witness this. The listeners in front of the radio could not appreciate this, as they could only hear their voices.
“Our listening friends, how are you?”
“I am your host, Zhang Huo. This is my partner, Sun Mengjie.”
“People have reunions during the festive season of Mid-Autumn. Welcome to our listeners for today’s News, Literature and Music Channels’ live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet!”
The two hosts were the star hosts of the News Channel, and they were recognized as some of the best in the station. They were steady with their words and rarely made mistakes. Letting them be in charge of this huge event was because they were highly appreciated by the station. After saying a few words of introduction, the two hosts began to introduce today’s guests.
“Let us welcome Beijing’s Education Ministry’s Deputy Director, Chen Kun!”
“Also Beijing Writers’ Association’s Vice-President, Teacher Meng Dongguo!”
“Famous poet, Big Thunder!”
“Famous children’s fairy tale author, Little Red Mushroom…”
Every introduction was met with applause.
After the introduction, the host, Zhang Huo, said beamingly, “Before the poetry meet begins, let’s invite a few Teachers from the Writers’ Association to come onstage to recite a poem as an opening. We also wish that the listeners in front of the radio have a good and perfect family. May your dreams come true. And may you have the best of all reunions!”
The poem recitation for the opening was clearly prepared beforehand.
Meng Dongguo was first to go onstage, and then he lightly recited, “Many Mid-Autumns underwent, but together seldom spent. Compensating it today, mellow, as a momento.”
With this sequence recited, everyone present knew what poem they were about to recite to tune up the festive mood. Of course, Zhang Ye himself was probably the only one present who had not heard of this poem.
Big Thunder went onstage, “Through the mirror, possessing two moons.”
Zheng Anbang went onstage, “Wrapping silence with a wooden branch.”
An old man from the Writers’ Association that Zhang Ye did not recognize was the third person to follow up, “Fragrance from one tree lulls.”
The last sentence was followed up by Meng Dongguo, ending the poem, “Brimming full of Fall.”
Everyone enthusiastically applauded. Zhang Ye also applauded after hearing it. This poem was not bad, it was really not bad.
This poem was “Time for Well Wishes”, written by this world’s famous poet, Ma Ruihong. Because of some reason, this poem was made famous everywhere. It was always a highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only a person like Zhang Ye, who did not understand this world, did not know it. Not many others did not know of “Time for Well Wishes”. Anyone of any age and gender, if pulled off the street, would be able to recite it. Yes, if an example was needed, it was the same feeling as “Hoeing millet in mid-day heat, sweat dripping to the earth beneath” in Zhang Ye’s world.
Zhang Ye no longer had the intention to belittle all heroes of this world. This world was also filled with capable predecessors.
After the poem was done reciting, Beijing’s Education Ministry’s Deputy Director, Chen Kun, went to the podium to give his speech. Following that, Deputy Station Head Jia also went onstage to give his speech, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of everyone working at the Beijing Radio Station.
After a while, the main highlight came.
The female host, Sun Mengjie, said with a brilliant smile, “Thank you for the speech of the Leader. Next will be the poetry contest segment. Let me introduce the rules. Regardless of whether it is for the poems by the Teachers from the Writers’ Association present, or for the poems posted by listeners on our official website, anyone who likes poems can vote three times for the works you like. Today, we have invited a notary from the Chengdong district. We will find out who is voted into the top three. So please, cherish your every vote.”
Zhang Huo smiled, “Then, who will be the first Teacher?”
There were more than a dozen people from the Writers’ Association. After looking at each other, Meng Dongguo walked forward, “Hurhur. Since no one came forward, then let me be the first. I have a poem.” Clenching the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and began speaking gently, “The poem’s name: ‘Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night’.”
“Abundance of flower blossoms fall, the full moon laments the waning moon.”
“Day by day the Spring resid