Chapter 842 Chinese Culture Day
Sleep.
Fang Minghua stopped thinking and fell asleep
Fang Minghua booked a flight at four in the afternoon. When she woke up, she put on clothes and prepared to go back to San Francisco. Liu Xiaoli drove her to the airport. .
It was almost seven o'clock in the afternoon when she returned home to San Francisco. Li Li and her daughter were having dinner together when they saw Fang Minghua come in and hurriedly said hello.
As soon as he heard that he hadn't eaten yet, the nanny immediately brought bowls and chopsticks.
"How was your birthday?" Li Li asked while eating.
Fang Minghua didn’t hide anything, and simply explained the whole process.
"Oh, there is such a formation? So many people are invited?" Li Li was a little surprised.
"How about we hold a birthday party like this for Xinxin?" Fang Minghua said as he glanced at his daughter who was eating seriously with a small bowl.
But Li Li shook her head: "I don't think it's necessary. It's fine as long as my family can live well. Sissi wants to take the road of stardom. Her mother hopes to get to know more people in the entertainment industry. Xinxin doesn't want to be a movie star."
"Then what does Xinxin do?"
"I have told you before that I am a writer like you."
This.
Should I treat it as such? It really doesn't matter if you are a writer, just don't be like Brother Jia's daughter.
It was September, and her daughter was going to kindergarten again. Fang Minghua took the initiative to assume the role of daddy. Li Li had been very busy, leaving early and coming back late. She didn't know what she was busy with.
That night, Li Li came back late. Before Fang Minghua asked what was going on, she smiled and asked Fang Minghua: "I'll tell you good news. Our school will hold a Chinese Culture Day next week. You can participate." Don’t want to participate?”
“Chinese Culture Day?”
“Yes, this is part of the “2000 International Education and Culture Week” organized by the International Education Department of our school, and it is also the first time Incorporate Chinese culture into the activity content. "Li Li explained.
"More than ten performances including ethnic singing, dancing, musical instrument playing, kung fu, and Tai Chi will be held on site to comprehensively integrate our traditional Chinese culture and attract guests and school teachers from all walks of life. Students came to watch. ”
"Oh, there are so many people in your school who understand Chinese traditional culture?" Fang Minghua was surprised.
“Of course not. The performers of the show come from different institutions in the Bay Area, including Chinatown Martial Arts School, American Academy of Arts Dance Company, Lowell High School, Hayward High School, Qingcheng Tai Chi North American Team, Guzheng Classroom, etc. Wait."
"Is this due to your busy schedule lately?" Fang Minghua said.
"It can't be entirely me. Several professors participated, including Mr. and Mrs. Galvan, and there was support from the Chinese community in San Francisco." Li Li said, but she couldn't hide her inner pride.
“Of course I support what you strive for, but I don’t seem to know anything, right? Sing, dance, do Tai Chi. Fang Minghua spread his hands, feeling a little regretful:
"It would be great if Tangtang was here. She performed a solo dance to "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms" and absolutely shocked everyone!"
"Who said you can't do anything? You can write, your calligraphy is good Very good." Li Li reminded.
Oops
Forgot this.
I dare not make any mistakes in my calligraphy in China, mainly because there are too many masters in China, but when I came to the United States.
It's absolutely okay to show off in front of foreigners.
"Okay, I'll go and show off our country's profound calligraphy art!" Fang Minghua decided immediately.
"Okay, the time will be set for next Tuesday. You and I will go together then."
In the past few days, Fang Minghua has been practicing calligraphy at home. If he wants to write, he must write the best Okay, we can’t embarrass the country.
September 10th, which is China’s Teachers’ Day, was held in the concert hall of San Francisco State University. After sending off his children in the morning, Fang Minghua put on new clothes and took Li Li’s car to the state university.
To be honest, Li Li has been working here for more than ten years and Fang Minghua has never come in.
Although this university is not as famous as Stanford and the University of California, Berkeley, in the same city, it is also a century-old school.
The campus has beautiful scenery, including a golf course and a beautiful lake. After parking the car, Li Li and I walked towards the concert hall. Many students and teachers greeted Li Li on the way. Of course, they were also very curious. Next to her was a man wearing large sunglasses covering half of his face. No way, just keep a low profile.
The main stage of the concert hall mainly performs singing, dancing, martial arts, etc., as well as lion dancing. From the perspective of mainland Chinese, it is not very authentic, but it is also quite good. Yes, they are all amateurs after all.
Especially when he saw a blond girl wearing Tai Chi clothes and doing Chen style Tai Chi on the stage, Fang Minghua always felt a little inexplicable joy.
In addition to the performances on the main stage, overseas study projects were also promoted on site. There were booths for Chinese painting and calligraphy, rope skipping, shuttlecock kicking, etc. to entertain the people. Fang Minghua’s calligraphy fell into this category.
To his surprise, he met Professor Yu Yifang from Stanford University.
"Professor Yu, hello." Fang Minghua went up to say hello. "You are also here to participate in the Chinese Culture Day today?"
"Yes, I would like to take this opportunity to tell the students about the history of Chinese laborers building the Pacific Railway." Yu Yifang said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, thank you The book you wrote made many people aware of this history.”
"This is what I should do."
The two chatted for a few words and then went about their own business.
Li Li also had her own affairs. The staff took Fang Minghua to a classroom next door to Yu Rongyi’s lecture.
There was a desk in the middle of the classroom with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. Fang Minghua touched the paper.
Just make do.
I looked at the ink and brush again - these things are pretty cheap, luckily I brought them myself.
The calligraphy room is not big, and there are not many students in it - far less people than those who listen to the guzheng. There are only four or five students looking at him curiously.
But when he took off the mask, a girl with flaxen hair immediately screamed: "Minghua! You are the writer Minghua!"
Oops
< br>Fans.
Fang Minghua smiled and insisted.
Soon, the originally empty calligraphy room suddenly became packed. Fortunately, there were security personnel to maintain order, otherwise Fang Minghua would not be able to show off his talents.
Placing words, grinding, and picking up the pen.
Fang Minghua held the brush against the rice paper and finished it in one go.
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Tang——Li Bai.
To promote Chinese culture, besides poetry, is there anything better than poetry that can be combined with calligraphy?
Of course, start with the easiest to understand.
Unfortunately, most of the students who came to watch could not understand Chinese. They only thought that Fang Minghua was holding a brush and writing very strangely, and his writing posture was very handsome.
"Students, let me translate for you this ancient poem called "Silent Night Thoughts". This is the work of Li Bai, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty in my country. This is what he translated into English."
Abed, Iseeasilverlight,
Iwonderifit'sfrostaground.Lookingup,
Ifindthemoonbright;Bowing,
nhomesicknessI'mdrowned
Fang Minghua translated every sentence, and the calligraphy room burst into warm applause.
"Teacher, can you give me these words?" the flaxen-haired girl suddenly asked.
(End of this chapter)