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[I Am A Super Star]

[Episode 6]

Zhang.

I called you over

to discuss something.

I want to buy the copyright of your song.

I told you.

It's not my call on that song.

Name your price.

Money is not an issue.

It's not about money.

I really can't make the decision

about that song.

Zhang.

Don't be so sure about that.

Everything can be negotiated.

Miss Zhang.

I'm not looking for trouble here.

See?

Mr. Zhao has come forward.

Actually, that song

was composed by a friend of mine.

Your friend?

I'm really sorry.

If there's nothing else,

I'll leave now.

He's out here.

He's out here.

How is it?

Did you see the living Zhang Yuanqi?

Yes.

Where's the autograph?

I forgot about it.

Good job, Zhang.

Does the superstar Zhang

want to collaborate with you?

I'm not that talented.

It's not my turn.

Can you tell?

We didn't mean

to make things difficult for you.

Mr. Zhao.

What are you talking about?

I understand

what Zhang Ye said.

It's rare to see someone

who puts friends on top of personal interests.

Yeah.

He is loyal to friends.

You have so many talents in your company.

You have good taste.

I'm not as good as you superstar.

If you don't mind,

can I have your autograph?

Thank you.

Here, pen.

I'm not talented enough.

I'm not that lucky.

Coming.

If you're interested in collaboration,

call this number.

Give it to me.

I was smelling what kind of hand cream she's using.

Stingy.

Come in.

Mr. Zhao.

I... Let me take a seat first.

What's wrong with you today?

Why do you come to my office often today?

Mr. Zhao,

I have something important to report.

Is it about

your show again?

Listen to me.

No, no.

It's about Zhang Ye's song.

That song?

Zhang Yuanqi is a superstar.

Why did she come to our company?

None of your business.

Did she come here for the copyright?

He can't sell

the copyright of Zhang Ye's song.

How can he sell my song?

Your song?

I wrote it

when I was free.

Zhang Ye had listened to it a few times.

He took it yesterday

and used it temporarily.

I heard that

it was his friend who wrote it.

Exactly.

I am his friend.

Look.

[Copyright Registration Certificate]

Copyright registration certificate. [Copyright Registration Certificate]

[Copyright Registration Certificate]

Right? I didn't lie to you.

Take a look.

Can you tell me

Zhang Yuan's contact information?

Qi.

Don't you think Zhang Ye

is really arrogant?

You've come forward twice.

It's no big deal.

What I want is long-term cooperation.

Not only a song.

Then we will continue to persuade him?

Hello.

Hello.

I'm looking for Ms. Zhang.

What for?

About the copyright.

Qi.

Someone said he knew

where the copyright of Zhang Ye's song is.

Who is there?

Hello, I'm Tian Bin.

Tian Bin?

I'm the former famous anchor of Qomolangma Internet Radio,

Tian Bin.

I heard you want to buy

the copyright of the song,

My Future Is Not a Dream, right?

Isn't that Zhang Ye's song?

To be honest,

I wrote that song

when I was free.

It happened

to have been used

by Zhang Ye during the recording.

He is very honest.

He asked me

to contact you right away.

Name your price.

This song

was originally created by me

for a charity business.

Since you like it so much,

I won't ask for

too much.

One million.

One million?

Mr. Zhao, Tian Bin

is shameless,

villainous, and despicable.

If he ever had to have a baby...

Hold on. The baby is innocent.

Don't speak without thinking.

The copyright certificate

is in print

and has legal force.

From the perspective of morality,

I'm totally on your side.

But from the perspective of the process,

I can't stop him from doing that.

I sang

the song first.

I...

I want to sue him.

It's your call.

By then again,

if you have any new works,

please be more careful

about copyright.

Well, Mr. Zhao,

I sang this song

in an emergency.

Did you mean

I had to tell that girl

"I want to sing a song for you"?

But now, my song

hasn't registered the copyright yet.

Can you wait

until I get the copyright?

Mr. Zhao, do you think this works?

With such a bad guy in our company,

I can't take it anymore.

I quit.

Mr. Zhao,

I'm such a promising young man,

won't you try to keep me,

or even just try to be polite?

I was just letting off some steam.

Can't you tell?

So I'm thinking about transferring you

to the night live show for the time being.

You're transferring me away?

I'm not a troublemaker.

Why do you want to transfer me?

It's obvious that I have some important work

for you.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

The Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference

will take place next week.

It's our company's turn to organize it.

It'll be broadcast by the TV station

in cooperation with several new media companies.

The board takes it very seriously.

So from tomorrow onwards,

you'll go help the project team

for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference.

Well...

Well, I...

What about my show?

We'll talk about it after the conference.

This is for you.

Look.

[Nomination Certificate]

The nomination certificate.

Osmanthus Under the Moon, Zhang Ye.

Flowers fall from the sky as if from the moon.

Picking up the fresh flowers in front of the temple.

I still don't know why someone doesn't like the trees.

It must be because Chang'e scattered the flowers to the people.

Isn't this...

Last time,

Mei listened to your program

and took some notes.

What do you call this? Smart hip-hop?

Yes, smart hip-hop.

It's very innovative,

although I'm afraid I don't relate to it.

But there are a few sentences

that are quite interesting.

There is a poem in the lyrics

that suits the Mid-Autumn Festival,

so Mei submitted it on your behalf.

It turned out that you got nominated.

If you

use your talent in creating

instead of criticizing,

your time will come.

I think you just need to practice more.

It's a live show on TV.

Mr. Zhao, it's so considerate of you.

If I get the first place,

then,

you must return the show

back to me.

Don't be overconfident.

Tian Bin also got nominated.

We don't know who will win.

Besides,

his uncle

is the chairman of the Poetry Association.

I think you'll probably

get in top five.

I'll be happy with that.

Tian Bin also got nominated?

Mr. Zhao, I'm gonna go prepare for it.

Hello, everyone.

This is Late Night DJ.

I'm the host, Tian Bin.

Thank you for your support.

Late Night DJ

will be back to this time everyday.

I'm happy to be here.

-What's the crap? -To spend every midnight with you.

-I'd better take a nap. -The next song.

Is for you who haven't slept tonight.

Boring.

Let's go.

I don't want to listen anymore.

Let's get back to work.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Boring.

Aunt...

What's wrong?

What are you doing in the midnight?

I thought

there had been a mouse.

Who told you to eat in the middle of the night?

You're a girl.

You should behave yourself.

You don't eat because you're afraid of getting fat.

I'm not afraid. I'm still young.

I'm counting on this meal before sleep

to grow taller.

Look, you're making it all over the bed.

Aren't you afraid

the cockroaches will follow it

to your brain through your ear in the middle of the night?

Let me ask you something.

Isn't Zhang Ye usually

on air at this time?

I've been listening to the radio

but he's not here.

Did he say anything to you?

It's late at night.

Why don't you sleep but listen to the ratio?

You'll age fast if you stay up late.

Do you know that?

No.

I'd rather let cockroaches

get inside

through my ear

than listen to Zhang Ye's screaming.

Are you still eating?

Get up and brush your teeth.

You're so heavy and so fat.

I'm not fat.

No wonder this guy

is being polite with everyone.

His uncle

is the chairman of the Poetry Association.

Tian Bin.

You're done for.

I could recite all Tang Dynasty poems when I was seven.

I'll show you

what a talented student

of the Broadcasting College looks like.

Hello, boss.

What can I do for you?

You quit as the host?

I haven't heard

your show for days.

Did you do anything bad

so they fired you?

No.

My leader

asked me to be in charge of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference.

I'm just a brick.

I go wherever they need me.

No one is as versatile as me.

Well, then the day after tomorrow,

I'll sit and watch in front of the TV

to see which table you moved.

I was just thinking about it.

By that time,

I want to put adverts of our hotel

on every table

to publicize it.

I'll give you a discount for the advertising fee.

Cut the crap.

Come back for dinner tonight.

Don't always order takeout.

Okay.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you checking in or looking for someone?

Does Zhang Ye, Mr. Zhang,

live here?

Zhang Ye?

What are you?

I'm here to thank Zhang Ye.

It's for you.

Mr. Zhang.

Thank you.

What are you...

What's wrong?

You saved me

by that song that day.

If it weren't for you,

I would have...

Thank you, Mr. Zhang.

You are...

Get up.

Come on.

Thank you, Mr. Zhang.

Get up.

Thank you, Mr. Zhang.

It's okay.

Get up.

Thank you, Mr. Zhang.

I'm glad you're fine.

I also listened to the show that day.

My heart

almost jumped out of my chest.

You mustn't

do such silly things again.

Feel free to drop by.

Mr. Zhang.

I have a gift for you.

Thank you.

I can't take the gift.

I'll take it for him.

Take it.

Hey.

She really wants you to take it.

Mr. Zhang, I have a request.

Open it after I leave, okay?

Sure.

Come again.

Come again.

Why are you showing off?

Do you want a beating?

Come down.

A song saved a life.

It's worth it.

Look.

Life mentor. Spiritual DJ.

[From Qing and Her Family] [To Zhang Ye: Spiritual DJ, Life Mentor] Life mentor. Spiritual DJ.

Life mentor. Spiritual DJ.

Zhang Ye.

You always sang for others at the radio station.

Sing for me.

What do you want to listen to?

Whatever.

I'll kill you if you don't sing.

Let me think.

♪I know♪

♫My future is not a dream♫

♫I live every minute seriously♫

♫My future is not a dream♫

♫My heart is beating with hope♫

♫I know my future is not a dream♫

♫I live every minute seriously♫

♫I know my future is not a dream♫

♫I live every minute seriously♫

♫My future is not a dream♫

♫My heart is beating with hope♫

♫My future is not a dream♫

♫I live every minute seriously♫

♫My future is not a dream♫

♫My heart is beating with hope♫

♪beating with hope♫

All right.

That's it.

Okay, bye.

Come in.

The radio ratings of the Late Night DJ

is getting lower and lower.

The radio ratings of the midnight show

is worse than

the pure music broadcasting

with no host.

I know.

Besides, Tian Bin drank on the show

for many times.

When I took over his shift,

he had really strong smell of alcohol in his breath.

I had to cover my nose.

I was afraid that I would get pulled over by the police officer.

I know.

With Zhang Ye's ability,

he can totally be in charge of

a prime-time show.

Mr. Zhao, although he's new,

I think

you should give him a bigger stage.

That's why you picked some of Zhang Ye's lyrics

from his smart hip-hop song,

organized and submitted it to the Poetry Conference,

so that he can have a chance

to compete with Tian Bin in public.

I...

No.

All right.

I know you've put in a lot of effort.

But you've been working with me

for so many years,

you should know

those talents in the company

had better keep a low profile.

Alright.

I'll have a meeting at the head office.

Go back to your work.

[Mid-autumn Festival Poetry Conference]

Camera 2. Camera 3.

Get ready.

Turn on the lights over there.

Turn on the lights over there.

Okay.

Take care of them over there.

Don't get the threads twisted together.

A light is missing in the front.

Mr. Zhang, the light.

It's about to start.

Actors, get changed.

Is the makeup ready?

Rush him.

Director.

It's almost done.

Is Mr. Yao here?

Yes.

He's here, right? Where?

Take care of him.

Okay.

Good.

Let's start.

What took you so long?

Stop it. Your clothes.

Tie it up.

Yes, I...

Enough.

Let me tell you.

Only with the lyrics of the song,

My Future Is not a Dream,

it doesn't make sense

to let you get selected.

You know?

Yes.

You have to perform well today.

I've already asked the judges

to be soft on you.

They will praise you more

when they give comments.

You have to rely on yourself

for the offline voting.

I can't help you with that.

No problem. I can handle it myself.

Have you memorized the poems?

Only four sentences. I've memorized them all.

Don't take it lightly.

Alright, I'm fine.

I wrote this for you.

It's not the best,

but it's enough for you

to stand out

among amateurs.

You can definitely make it to the top three.

Thank you, uncle.

Cheer up.

I'm gonna go over there.

OK.

Hello, everyone.

This is the seventh Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference.

First of all,

to all the audience

who are watching the online live

and all listeners

who are listening to the radio show,

happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

The Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference

is held by the National Poetry Association,

the radio station of the Qomolangma Network Entertainment,

the Internet Radio,

and the Big Durain Company.

Thank you for the sponsorship

by the Plus Baby Milk Tea.

Right.

First, let's welcome

the vice chairman of the National Poetry Association,

Meng Dongguo, Mr. Meng.

Welcome.

Let's welcome the famous poet,

Mr. Jiang Dabai.

Let's welcome the famous poet, Mr. Lei.

Welcome.

Let's welcome the famous poet,

Mr. Zheng Anbang.

The poems and works in our competition

have been published

on our official website.

You can log into

our official website

and vote

for your favorite works.

Every one of you have three votes.

The voting result

will be supervised

by the notaries from the East Notary Office.

The votes will be counted

after all the poems are recited.

Right. At this moment,

the publishing portal

is still open

for those off-site contestants.

All poetry fans

can release their own works

or vote for others.

The voting result

of the works by the off-site contestants

will also be supervised

by the notaries.

So everyone must

cherish the voting right

in your hand.

Yes.

The poem competition

now begins.

You don't watch TV,

but stare at the small screen everyday.

Aren't your eyes tired?

You don't understand.

You have to watch this kind of show

together with the comments.

That's way more fun.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Let me take a look.

Look.

These netizens are so talented.

They posted everything.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Every family eats mooncakes.

One

after another.

Is this a poem?

What's so funny?

Don't you think it's funny?

Please comment on our contestant.

I think you are funny.

This poem

seems simple,

but the real meaning...

Mid-Autumn Festival...There you go.

In my opinion,

it's a good one.

Okay, thank you sir.

Next, let's enjoy

the five-character quatrain,

Go Home,

by Tian Bin

from the new media company, Qomolangma.

This poem

has very good comments

online.

Let's listen to what the writer thinks about it.

What's so unique

about this poem?

Thank you.

It's a poem.

It has its artistic conception.

I believe after I recite it,

everyone will have the answer

in their minds.

You look very confident.

Please begin.

Okay.

Go Home.

Go back in a hurry on a festival.

No thoughts; no heavy baggage.

Bright moon reflects in the curtains.

The bad...

Tian Bin read the wrong word.

He said "bad" not "bed".

It's a typical mispronunciation.

Gets into shadows.

This poem is very interesting.

With just four sentences,

it shows the scene

nowadays people work far away from home,

but on holidays,

they come back and unite with their lovers.

They are too hurried on the road

to appreciate the moon.

It conveys a feeling of

"absence making the heart grow fonder".

It sounds like

it's created by a dink.

Good.

Can I ask you a question?

Let's listen to

what kind of question

he has.

OK.

I have some concerns

with this poem.

Tian Bin, did you write this poem?

Of course.

Since you wrote the poem yourself,

how could you make a mistake?

Nonsense!

What did I do wrong?

You should read the word "bed",

but you said "bad".

Well...

Let me tell you.

It has different pronunciations.

These two words

are different,

although they look a bit alike.

Look.

Your poem on the official website

is written as "bed".

Our contestant

must be really meticulous.

Let me introduce him to our audience.

He is also

a contestant

from the new media company Qomolangma.

They used to be partners

in a same show.

So I'd like to know

if you have planned this

to give us

a cross talk?

Yeah, you're right.

We are...

Yes, we were

colleagues before.

But later,

he drank while doing a live broadcast,

and then registered the copyright

of a song I wrote.

We broke up long ago.

As the saying goes,

those whose courses are different cannot lay plans for one another.

What are you talking about?

You know what? This...

I didn't drink.

Pull him out. Hurry up.

It's live broadcasting.

Cut in with the commercials.

He hit me.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Go back.

It's okay.

MC, please continue.

Hi, are you the contestant

Zhang Ye?

Yes, I am.

You did really well just now.

Your criticism was right on point.

But you haven't read your poem yet.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

What a good timing.

A while later,

we'll listen to your poem.

You're giving me a chance to read my poem?

Of course.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference.

It's a great opportunity.

How can you not show yourself?

You young people are full of hope.

You will definitely bring us

unexpected harvest.

Please.

Let's listen to it later.

Okay.

How come he can recite his poem?

Shut up.

Don't you feel ashamed?

You can't even tell the difference between those two words.

Go back.

I'll help you

get him back.

Uncle.

All departments, get ready.

Camera 1, Camera 2, turn it on.

Copy that.

Quiet!

Get ready.

Three, two, one, go!

Dear audience,

welcome back.

Next, please enjoy

a seven-character quatrain by Zhang Ye.

Thank you.

Flowers fall from the sky as if from the moon.

Picking up the fresh flowers in front of the temple.

I still don't know why someone doesn't like the trees.

It must be because Chang'e scattered the flowers to the people.

I'm done. Please give your comments.

Very good.

This young man is really hopeful.

The poem

is mainly about rhythm and artistic conception.

Your poem

is really awesome

in terms of the wording and sentence structuring.

However,

from the perspective of artistic conception,

it seems

it still lacks something.

So it's not as good as the one

you wrote for your nephew?

The one talks about

going home in a hurry to meet his wife in bed.

No.

Meet his wife in "bad".

Well, the purpose of

the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference

is to promote traditional culture

and meet friends with poems.

Young man,

please don't corrupt

the purity of poetry, okay?

Purity?

Poems and songs

were created by the ancients

who got inspired and missed someone.

Although it's about rhyme and rhythm,

it should be created

in a natural and harmonious way.

It is definitely not something

sounds like a book.

I'll take this poem as an example.

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed.

Could there have been a frost already?

Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.

Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

According to your rules,

the moonlight is mentioned twice,

so it's already a huge flaw.

But in my opinion,

it's just a creative

piece of work by one of the ancients.

As the saying goes,

no one is the best in literature as in martial arts.

Everyone has their own tastes.

You use poems to hold a competition

and classify them into different levels.

Chairman Meng,

is it I or you

who is corrupting the purity of poems?

Well said.

Cut in with the commercials.

Hurry up.

Get the backup broadcast out.

Push it up.

Cut it.

How can we broadcast this?

Mr. Yao, the live show has been suspended.

Many people are recording with their phones.

It must have been trending on the internet.

Stupid commercials.

Why does it

cut in at this time?

Zhang Ye just showed his face,

and the live broadcast stopped.

What the hell?

It's still live streaming here.

He's arguing with the judges.

Let me take a look.

Look.

Do you know what poems and songs are?

Do you know rhyme and rhythm?

In terms of studying these,

I'm indeed not as famous as you.

Why is this different

on TV?

This is recorded by those people on scene.

What do you mean by "a fish rots from the head"?

It's a

personal attack.

Isn't it as obvious as

a bug on a bald head?

Are you here to recite poems

or to pick a fight with me?

Are you here to give comments

or to play favoritism and commit irregularities?

How arrogant you are!

You're slandering me in front of everyone.

How brazen you are!

You are disgracing everyone in public.

You...

Enough.

Let's put aside

personal animosities.

Today, we're meeting each other in literature.

You two are attacking each other here.

It's really a shame.

How about this?

I heard Zhang Ye just recited

"lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight."

"Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home."

Think about it.

It really has some deep meaning.

He's quite talented.

Why doesn't Mr. Meng

compete with him?

I...

This is more innovative

than only reciting poem

one after another.

Young people are talented.

Masters are experienced.

It's a pin against an awn.

It's a rare opportunity.

We can also widen our horizons.

Yes.

Good idea.

This is good.

Young man,

are you sure

you want to compete with me?

I dare to bury you if you dare to die.

We often say

all people are equal in front of the king of hell.

Alright.

Today we're at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference.

Let's stop

you stabbing me and I shooting you

and ruining everyone's mood.

How about that?

Let's take the Mid-Autumn Festival as a topic.

Of course,

we don't have to be limited to it.

Moon is also fine, okay?

Sure.

Well,

does the mooncake count?

Sure. Please.

[Mid-autumn Poetry Conference]

The mirror embraces the moon.

And I am surrounded by branches.

A fragrance comes from the west.

Autumn is all over the room.

Good.

Good.

The orchid leaves of spring are flourishing, abundant;

laurels are splendid and autumn is shining bright.

So happy, happy is this life, they feel,

thus themselves becoming a season of delight.

Who knows this? The hermit, the forest dwelling one.

Smelling the wind, sitting and mutually pleased,

the grass and trees have a rooted heart.

Why then seek someone beautiful to pluck them out?

Are you talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Laurels are splendid and autumn is shining bright.

If it's not about the Mid-Autumn, is it about Qingming?

But what I wrote

is a five-character quatrain.

And I just recited a five-character octave.

Good.

The grass and trees have a rooted heart.

Why then seek someone beautiful to pluck them out?

Wonderful!

Bravo!

Good.

Flowers bloom and wither.

Moon is either full or half.

Every year I hope spring could stay forever.

Every night I say good bye to this beauty.

We love since the blossom.

We leave in the autumn.

I am on my bed alone and hear the thunder.

It reminds me of the old days in the showering night.

Among the blossoms waits a jug of wine.

I pour myself a drink, no loved one near.

Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon

and turn to my shadow. We are now three.

But the moon doesn't understand drinking,

and my shadow follows my body like a slave.

For a time moon and shadow will be my companions,

a passing joy that should last through the spring.

I sing and the moon just wavers in the sky;

I dance and my shadow whips around like mad.

While lucid still, we have such fun together!

But stumbling drunk, each staggers off alone.

Bound forever, relentless we roam:

reunited at last on the distant river of stars.

Well...

Moon...

Moon...

The more anxious you are, the less likely you are to recall anything.

There was a man who created a poem within seven steps.

Today you've been walking

for so long,

yet you have only created two ragged verses.

Hurry up.

Otherwise,

I will say tons of it.

Moon...

The moon comes out and startles the birds on the hill.

They don't stop calling in the spring ravine.

Moon...

When the moon mounted to the tops of the willows,

two lovers kept their tryst after the yellow dusk.

Moon... Moon...

The moon descends, crows caw, frostiness fills the sky.

It looks good for a date in the flower garden when the moon is full and bright this evening.

When the moon gets clear, the wind eases, and the flowers are about to wither.

Moon casts light on city tower and flying crows.

Osmanthus...

Osmanthus flavors pastries with walnuts.

The eyebrows in a osmanthus leave shape haven't been done for a while.

Osmanthus flowers were blown to the ground with the fragrance in the moon night.

The moon appears to the east. The fragrance of osmanthus is full of the air in this autumn.

You...

You take a break.

There was a man who created a poem within seven steps.

Today, I'll let you know what is a poem by a step.

You...

War drums break people's journey drear.

A swan honks on autumn frontier.

Dew turns into frost since tonight.

The moon viewed at home is more bright.

Last year on the 15th of August,

I was at the apricot garden by a lake in Qujiang.

This year on the 15th of August,

I'm in front of a tea house by a river in Penpu.

I look to the northeast but I can't see my hometown.

I look to the southeast but the moon is hardly full.

When the wind blows, I find no one by my side.

Tonight's moonlight is like the one in the past.

Up the bright moon rises from the sea,

I Share the same moment though far from thee.

I really hate such an unbearable long night

to keep my lover always in my mind.

I blow the candle out and enjoy the moonlight inside,

then dress up and go out to feel the dew outside.

I have no way to present you the bright moon,

thus hurry back to bed to dream of you soon.

Birds stand in the trees. The yard is covered with snow.

The cold dew is quietly wetting the osmanthus flower.

Everyone is looking up at the moon tonight.

I don't know where this missing falls in this autumn.

On a mica screen, a candle casts dark shapes;

the Milky Way slowly descends, the Morning Star is low.

Chang'e must regret stealing the elixir of life;

blue sea and blue sky, night after night in her heart.

Sunset cloud gather far excess clear cold.

Milky Way silent turn jade plate.

This life this night not long good.

Where can I find the bright moon next year?

Chairman Meng, take a break.

I'm in a good mood today.

I'll make a freestyle poem for you.

Why are you...

The tides of spring river rushed to link the calm sea;

the bright moon above the sea horizon appeared along with the tides.

Shimmering wavers flowed with tides for ten thousands of miles.

Music, music, hurry up.

Dance! Go!

Which part of the spring river did not have the brightness of moon?

The river turned and wound around the fragrant blooming plain;

the moon shone on flowery forest and made them look like simmering hails.

I was not able to sense the flying movement of the flowering frost moonlight in the air;

the white sand on the water bank was not able to be seen.

The river and sky are blended into one color, so pure without one single dust;

in the brilliant clear sky hung the solitary moon.

When the people by the riverbank first saw the moon?

When the moon of the river first shined on people?

The generation of human life is endless;

year after year, the moon of the river looks alike.

I didn't know whom the river moon awaited,

however, I only saw the Yangtze River sending the lowing water away.

One white cloud leisurely drifted away;

at green maple riverbank, I could not bear the sorrowfulness.

Tonight, whose family is having a traveler sailing in the skiff?

Where is the person pining away in a tower under the bright moon?

Pitiful moon paced to and fro above the tower;

it should shine on the dress mirror of the one who was left behind.

The beautiful jade-like chamber's curtain could not roll away the moonlight;

on the laundry anvil, the moonlight got wiped away, but it came right back.

At this moment, we each both looked at the bright moon, however we were not able to hear each other.

I was I could flow with the moonbeam to shine on you.

Swan geese can fly for long distance, however, they cant' reach to the other side of the moonlight.

Ichthyosaurs are able to jump deeply into the water, yet, they are not able to swim to you, but to sir up some ripples.

Last night I dreamed of flowers falling down on the quiet deep pool.

It is so pitiful that now half spring has passed while I still haven't returned home.

The river flows spring away; the season almost ends.

The setting moon of the river pool again slants toward the west.

The descending moon deeply hid in the ocean mist.

Between brown stones and flowers, the distance of road is infinite.

I don't know how many people returned home by riding the moon;

all I saw is the setting moon shook the trees by the river bank with immense emotion.

Good.

Good.

This poem, A Flowery Moonlight Night by the Spring River,

is known as the best in Tang Dynasty.

I believe I'll shock everyone with that.

Who does Zhang Ye think he is?

He messed up

such an important competition.

How are we supposed to hold it anymore?

As a leader,

you should take responsibility for that.

Also,

Tian Bin

thinks his uncle

is the chairman of the Poetry Association,

so he dared to cheat.

He can't stay

in the media work.

Yes.

It's my fault.

Zhang Ye

sent a message.

He has resigned.

Don't worry.

I'll do my best

to make up for the loss of this live stream.

I won't tolerate

Tian Bin either.

Don't worry.

I...

Hello.

Mr. Zhao.

Are you using Zhang Ye

to punish Tian Bin?

Did you deliberately get Zhang Ye

nominated for the Poetry Event?

Tian Bin and Meng Dongguo are relatives.

There are only a few leaders

in the company

know about that.

This guy

relies on this relationship,

and has been overweening in the company these years.

You don't want to offend anyone,

so you let Zhang Ye

teach them a lesson in his own way.

You just stand by

and do nothing about it.

It's not good for you to do that.

Why?

You ruined Zhang Ye's career

in the media industry.

He's too rash.

No matter how talented he is,

no one dares to use him in the future.

He is smart and capable.

He's a versatile talent.

It's a waste of talent

to keep him here.

It's better to send him to a bigger world.

With his talent,

we can't hold him here

for too long.

What we should worry about is

the internet media is developing rapidly,

but we are still

standing still and sticking with the old rules.

Plus,

there are too many complicated relationships.

I had no choice.

I feel sorry for losing a talent.

But using him

to get rid of Tian Bin,

even if we both lose,

I can only accept it.

What about Zhang Ye?

With his talent,

no matter where he goes,

he will have his opportunity.

What happened after that?

I didn't see you at the announcement.

Forget about it.

He messed up other people's place.

He must have been kicked out.

Who was kicked out?

I walked

out of there.

You really showed yourself

today.

But when you go back to work tomorrow,

you still have to

apologize

and write a self-criticism essay.

What self-criticism?

I quit.

-What? -What?

Hey.

Even if they want to fire you,

you have to look for jobs while maintaining the current one.

You...

You resigned too emotionally.

Can you make a living by reciting poems?

Who said I didn't find another job?

I found

a good job.

[Yao Jianguo]

Here's the thing.

Who are you?

I'm Yao Jianguo,

the senior vice president of the Big Durian Company.

Are you interested

in joining our company?

I need to think about it.

Do you have

to think about it?

After reciting the poems,

can you go back to Qomolangma?

Young man, wait for my call.

That's what happened.

Say it all at once.

My heart

beat so fast.

Come on, let's dig in.

Who knows?

I spent the whole night

going

up and down.

Right?

Eat more.

Here.

I'm good.

Have some more.

Eat more. Look at the fish.

Just give it to me.

Just give it to me.

Well.

You're suddenly so nice to me.

I'm not used to it.

You've had a long day.

Rest early.

Isn't this what I should do?

Come on.

I'm really tired today.

I'll go back and rest.

Good night.

Good night.

Aunt.

I'm too full.

I'm going out for a walk.

Go ahead.

Okay.

Fish.

85.

Fried eggs with peppers.

35.

Good. It's not expensive.