"I said it sounds like it, why don't you go up and perform it yourself? Can't parents help perform it?"
"Parents can help with the performance, but their skit doesn't require me to go up, just record a voice." Not only is it not necessary, he is not suitable for it either.
The sketch on the stage continued. Pengpeng took out a scroll from the painting bucket and pretended to draw on it with a pen. Minya took the flute and started playing "Song of the Wind in the Snow".
When Pengpeng finished the painting, the projector projected the picture onto the large subtitles at the back.
In the painting, a person is walking in the wind and snow with a bag on his back, and the far shore is full of purple lilacs...
When "Song of the Wind in the Snow" plays, music and painting are perfectly combined and complement each other.
Painter Pengpeng and musician Minya were both fascinated by this scene. They suddenly discovered the beauty of other arts. Music, art and poetry should not be separated, they can be perfectly integrated together.
The story of this skit itself is nothing outstanding, the plot, lines, and scenes are all average. The highlight of the show is the three points of poetry in it. Pengpeng showed his paintings to the audience through the skit, and Minya also praised it.
The combination of the easy-to-learn tune and the beautiful poem gave the audience a very good feeling.
If these three things are presented separately, a poem recitation, a flute solo, and a painting, they may not arouse the audience's interest at all.
They may think the music is pretty good, but they don’t know what the music expresses. They can only understand three or two sentences of the poems, and the paintings are even more boring. If you put up a painting, no one will bother to look at it.
But when they listened to the music, looked at the painting, and thought about the poem they just heard, the whole picture and situation emerged.
…
Zhang Zhong and Liu Feng were waiting for the two little girls at the door of the lecture hall. Principal Fei Mingchuan also ran over to chat with them.
"The programs of Zhang Pengpeng and Liu Minya were very exciting. While showing off their talents, they also expressed the profound theme that art has no distinction between high and low." Fei Mingchuan praised with a smile.
Zhang Zhong said, "This is all the credit of the teachers."
"Mr. Zhang is being modest. I heard from Teacher Li that the script of this skit is the same as last year. It was completely written by you. And I also heard that the poem in it was also written by you yourself?"
"Well, I think this poem is quite suitable for their program."
"It's not just a perfect fit, it's a perfect fit."
Several people were chatting here, and some familiar parents came over to say hello.
After all, Pengpeng has been in school for a year and a half, and Zhang Zhong has met many parents in school. Although he doesn't usually communicate much, because Zhang Zhong is a celebrity, others treat him differently.
Now I saw him and the principal here, so I unconsciously gathered around them.
Zhang Zhong was in a good mood at the moment. He didn't rush to leave just because people came around. Instead, he stayed where he was and chatted with everyone.
He has a good memory, and he can remember most of the parents who have met each other by name.
If they were called by ordinary parents' names, they might not feel much at all, but when Zhang Zhong calls them by name, they would feel flattered and couldn't help but feel some closeness to Zhang Zhong.
"Congratulations on being shortlisted for the Goncourt Literature Prize." A parent suddenly congratulated Zhang Zhong.
The Goncourt Prize for Literature is not as famous as the Nobel Prize for Literature, and even the Nobel Prize for Literature is not well-known, so many parents present did not know what the Goncourt Prize for Literature was, but after hearing
It was a literary award, so naturally everyone was happy for Zhang Zhong.
"Congratulations, congratulations."
"Awesome."
Fei Mingchuan also knew that many people did not understand the Prix Goncourt. He said as if explaining to others, "It is indeed worthy of congratulations. The Prix Goncourt is the world's top literary award. So far, we Asians have not
It is a precedent to win this award. If you can finally win the award, you will be the first person in Asia."
After Fei Mingchuan raised the tone, all kinds of compliments came pouring in.
"Otherwise, Zhang Zhong is the light of our Jiangyang."
"It's the light of China. We haven't had such a literary star in China for many years."
In fact, these parents are not very old, usually in their thirties, and hearing the word "Wenquxing" from their mouths is quite jarring.
He smiled and waved his hand, "It's not that exaggerated. It's just a literature award. I'm only a finalist in the first round. Even if I win the award in the end, I can't be said to be the first person in Asia."
"Humble."
"Yeah, so humble."
While everyone was chatting, Peng Peng and Min Ya came out from the backstage, and Zhang Zhong, Liu Feng and the others took their two little girls and said goodbye to others.
In order to celebrate the success of today's performance, Liu Feng waved his hand again and wanted to take them to a feast.
It happened to be the festival, and the two families got together and went to the city together.
Pengpeng and Minya had been rehearsing hard for so many days, just for this day, so naturally one was happier than the other.
"Minya said that when she grows up, she wants to compose music and put it together with my paintings."
On the way to the hotel, Pengpeng said excitedly.
"It's good. Maybe you can form a group in the future." Hu Huifang smiled.
"Yeah, but it will take a long time. Minya can't compose music yet, unlike me, who can draw by herself."
Zhang Zhong lightly tapped Pengpeng's forehead with his finger, "This doesn't mean you are better than her, you know?"
"I know." Pengpeng nodded and said, "Although she can't compose music by herself, she plays many beautiful songs, but I can't play them well."
Minya also gave Pengpeng a flute before, and Pengpeng pretended to learn it for a few days, but finally gave up.
Minya, on the other hand, although her painting skills are not as good as Pengpeng's, she still has some basic skills.
"Dad, when Minya can compose music, will you help us write poems?" Pengpeng asked, holding Zhang Zhong's arm.
Zhang Zhong nodded softly and said, "Write, I will keep writing for you until I can't write anymore."
"I won't let you write all the time. Just write for us occasionally. Lin Zizhao in our class said that it's very expensive for you to write a poem. It costs a lot of money." Peng Peng said with a smile.
Hearing Pengpeng's words, Zhang Zhong frowned, "Don't evaluate a poem by whether it's expensive or not. This is not good, you know?"
Seeing her father suddenly become serious, Pengpeng nodded obediently and said, "I understand, I won't do it again."