Whether Zhang Zhong was showing off his skills or not, he himself had no answer.
But what he was sure of was that the two little girls in front of him were definitely showing off their skills. He had already been shown off by Pengpeng and Minya until his scalp went numb.
"Uncle Zhang, let me play you another song called "Girl in the Deep Bamboo Forest", which I just learned. Teacher Ning, who taught me the flute, said that few children my age can play it as well as me.
"
Minya raised her flute flat, preparing to perform her seventh - or perhaps eighth - solo piece for Zhang Zhong tonight.
When she finished her performance, Zhang Zhong was about to praise her a few words. Pengpeng held a painting in each hand and said to Zhang Zhong, "Dad, this is what I painted recently. Does it look good?"
Zhang Zhong sniffed. Except for the two paintings in her hands, the sofa in the living room was already filled with her works.
In order to move these paintings out of the studio on the second floor, Pengpeng ran back and forth several times, and her face turned red from exhaustion. Minya was not much better, and she played seven or eight pieces of music in a row, which was not short.
It was quite difficult. It was estimated that all the oxygen stored in her alveoli had been used up, and she was panting now.
The two girls seemed to be competing, showing off their talents in front of Zhang Zhong.
The cause of the incident is the Double Egg Party organized by their school this year. Because their skit last year was very brilliant, teacher Li, the head teacher, suggested that the two of them collaborate on another show this year. As for the specific program, it has not been decided yet.
Teacher Li asked Zhang Zhong for his opinion, and Zhang Zhong said to go back and ask the two girls what they wanted.
So after school, Zhang Zhong took Minya to his home.
After dinner, they began to discuss the program. The discussion was quite harmonious at first. With the previous success, they both wanted to do another sketch.
But while we were chatting, Liu Minya suddenly said: In fact, Teacher Li also asked me if I would like to play a solo.
The little girl may have said this with a hint of showing off, but she definitely had no other thoughts. However, Pengpeng was not to be outdone and also said: Teacher Li also asked me if I wanted to show my paintings.
The painting is beautiful.
Okay, this is how the talent competition begins.
It's a good thing that children have the desire to express themselves, and the two of them just tried their best to express themselves, but never said a bad word to each other, so Zhang Zhong just let the two of them express themselves.
Now that the two little girls were exhausted, Zhang Zhongcai put his hands on his hands and said with a smile, "No wonder Teacher Li asked you to perform your talent. I thought you were very good after seeing it. However, I still think you two are good at this year's talent show."
It would be better to collaborate on a show. I just suddenly had a new idea, maybe you can integrate your respective talents into one show."
Minya calmed down now and was no longer panting as before. After hearing Zhang Zhong's words, she asked, "How do we integrate talents into a program?"
"This way, you guys will act in a sketch. Minya, you will act as a musician, and Pengpeng will act as a painter."
"I am a great painter." Pengpeng said.
"Then I am a great musician." Liu Minya was not to be outdone.
"Okay, okay." Zhang Zhong curled his lips. The two little people wanted to be great painters and great musicians. He continued, "You two don't have a good relationship."
"We have a very good relationship." Pengpeng said quickly.
Minya also said: "Yes, we have a very good relationship."
"What I'm talking about is that in the sketch, the characters you played have a bad relationship."
Pengpeng said with a smile, "Idiot, what my dad said was that the people in the sketch had a bad relationship."
"You said it first."
Zhang Zhong quickly pressed his hands and said, "Don't talk, just listen to me."
The two little girls nodded at the same time.
"You two don't have a good relationship. Minya, a great musician, thinks that painting is nothing special, not as good as music. Pengpeng, a great painter, looks down on music. The two are tit-for-tat and can't convince each other.
Who. Just when the two of you were arguing, a poet passed by and sang a poem. In order to convince each other, Pengpeng drew a picture on the spot, depicting the artistic conception expressed in the poem. Minya also played
A song to accompany this poem. Finally, when music and painting work together, you discover the beauty of each other's art. It turns out that music and painting are both wonderful things, and they are even more charming when combined."
Zhang Zhong said it very simply, and both girls understood the meaning.
However, Minya was confused and asked, "But where do poems come from? What kind of painting does Peng Peng want to draw? What kind of music do I want to play?"
"Yes, there is also the poet, there are only two of us."
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Don't worry about this, I'm here, it'll be no problem."
…
Ten minutes later, two little girls gathered around the table and studied a piece of paper.
"What is this word? Liu Minya, do you know it?"
Liu Minya shook her head, "I don't know."
"Look it up in the dictionary, you look it up."
Liu Minya nodded, "Okay, you can check next one."
"Hehe, okay."
On that piece of paper was a modern poem that Zhang Zhong had just written, "The Distance" by Andrew Wyeth.
——
That day was so far away
Spreading its wings far away
Even if love is still
Stay still and let the memories flow
You carry your little luggage
You go into the distance that others cannot reach
…
I keep the sun
Guarding the winter wheat fields
those shining days
Play and sing softly
——
Zhang Zhong thought of this poem because he felt that it was particularly suitable for the two of them to use in their performances.
The author Andrew himself is a neorealist painter, and the last line of the poem is "play and sing gently", so this poem basically has three elements: literature, art, and music.
After the two little girls looked up all the rare words they didn't know, Zhang Zhong read the poem to them word for word seriously.
After reading, Zhang Zhong looked at the two little girls and asked, "How do you feel?"
Pengpeng tilted his head and said, "Dad, isn't this poem wrong? Look at the first sentence that talks about a fire on the snow, but the second sentence talks about a whole rainy season. Is it snowing or raining?"
Minya also nodded and said, "Well, we don't have wheat fields here either."
Zhang Zhong scratched his head, "That's it? Don't you have any other ideas?"
Minya said, "It seems that there was a person who was going to wander with a schoolbag on his back. He went to a distant place and went to a place with lilacs. Uncle Zhang, where are the lilacs?"
"We don't have any here!"
Zhang Zhong felt that the two girls were talking about cross talk, one was teasing and the other was complimenting.
Before, he thought this poem was particularly suitable for the two of them, but now he suddenly had doubts and wondered whether he should change to a different poem.