Chapter 130 is written into the textbook
Mike has some confidence when he dares to call himself the King of Dance.
At least in dancing, he is indeed talented.
In less than half an hour, Fang Yan only explained the movements and demonstrated them several times, and Mike had initially mastered the moonwalk, showing off his silky smoothness.
Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on smooth ground.
During the teaching exchange, Fang Yan learned about Mike’s father. Mike Sr. was a veteran of World War II and was captured during the Korean War.
I was once "lucky" to participate in the world's only Prisoner of War Olympics, but later I woke up and became a left-wing anti-war person.
“My father is full of yearning for China.”
“He is especially full of respect for great people, so when he learned that there was an opportunity to study abroad and exchange, he asked me to come to China to study.”
Mike said that he also wanted to come to China very much, because in the 1970s, Bruce Lee popularized Chinese Kung Fu and set off a martial arts craze overseas. Foreigners like him came to the East to learn martial arts.
"Martial arts is not as easy to learn as moonwalking."
Fang Yan looked at his dance moves and said, "Very good. I have nothing more to teach you."
"Thank you Teacher Fang.”
Mike grinned and clasped his fists.
“Your fist gesture is wrong.”
Fang Yan corrected: "The left palm and the right fist are auspicious gestures. The right palm and the left fist are used to distinguish between superior and inferior, and also determine life and death during the competition." !”
Mike’s eyes lit up, “Wow, this is really cool, Teacher Fang, do you still know Chinese Kung Fu?”
Look at him looking like a martial artist. Fang Yan looked like he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Brother! Sister asked you if you want to go boating together?"
At this moment, Fang Yan shouted.
At this time, when young lovers go to the park, they will go boating.
"A hundred years of cultivation can lead to the same boat crossing". The lonely man and the widowed rowing together have the meaning of men and women joining hands to live together.
It is much more subtle than "I love you" in later generations.
At this time, Fang Hong and Han Yuemin were sitting in the same boat.
Fang Yan, the "little light bulb", was pulled onto his boat by Fang Yan and sat with Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining.
“Let us swing the oars, and the boat will push away the blue waves.”
“Young friends, come to meet us today.”
“Your figure , your singing will forever be imprinted On..."
On the small boat on the lake, "Young Friends Come to Meet" and "Let's Swing the Oars" were sung over and over again. To be more out of the ordinary, they sang "Nostalgia" and "Orchid Grass" Waiting for the "Mi Mi sound".
"I've heard them all."
"I can't even sing as well as my brother."
Fang Yan pursed her lips, saw Fang Yan swinging the oar, and remembered that her brother was always taking a bath A song to hum.
"Brother! Brother! I want to hear you sing that song!"
"Sit down and talk."
Dialect reminded me.
Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining protected Fang Yan in the middle and asked her softly which song they wanted Teacher Fang to sing.
"That's right, that's right, well, we linger on the shores of Lake Baikal." Fang Yan read it out softly, following her memory.
“………”
Fang Yan suddenly noticed their tiger-like eyes.
"Where is Lake Baikal?" Qiu Pening asked curiously.
Bai Ruoxue replied that it was at Lao Maozi’s place.
"Strictly speaking, Lake Baikal belonged to China a long time ago. In ancient times, it was called 'Beihai', or 'Hanhai'. Huo Qubing sealed the wolf to live in Xu Mountain, meditated in Guyan, and climbed to the Hanhai. This' "The vast sea' may be Lake Baikal."
Fang Yan explained: "It's a pity that during the Qing Dynasty, the Treaty of Nerchinsk and the Treaty of Kyaktu excluded Lake Baikal."
"So that's the case, I thought Fang The teacher has been there.”
Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining looked at each other.
"How could I have been there? I've only seen it on the world map."
Dialect waved his hand, "Like a crescent moon."
"Then this song 'Baikal' How to sing "Lake"?"
"Teacher Fang, can you sing a few words?"
Bai Ruoxue, Qiu Peining and the others immediately became interested, and even Han Yuemin, Ying Da and others rowed their boats and slowly came closer.
Under the kindness, Fang Yan cleared his throat:
“Ahem, just one paragraph, it’s embarrassing.”
“In my arms, in your eyes ”
“The spring breeze is intoxicating there, and the grass is green there.”
"The moonlight spreads love all over the lake..."
"We linger on the shores of Lake Baikal."
Everyone was listening fascinated and intoxicated, but they never expected that the singing stopped suddenly. , the dialect said with a smile, "That's all."
Huh?
Isn’t it, Teacher Fang?
What about below? There’s nothing more down there!
Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining are in great pain. The novels are broken, the poems are broken, and the songs are also broken?
After only listening to half of it, they felt itchy in their hearts, as if there were more than a hundred dialects crawling on their bodies. It felt uncomfortable, Teacher Fang!
“I didn’t expect Teacher Fang to not only be able to write and dance, but also be so good at composing lyrics and singing.” Bai Ruoxue sighed regretfully.
"Teacher Fang is a poet, so writing lyrics is certainly not a problem."
"It's a pity that the national award for outstanding mass songs has ended. Otherwise, I would definitely vote for Teacher Fang."
"This song is so nice. Is it really not available below?"
"..." Ying Da, Xiao Feng and others were full of praise.
Looking at Fang Yan smiling and saying nothing, Qiu Peining held her cheeks in her hands and whispered softly: "It would be great if I could hear him sing the whole song."
"This song seems to be more suitable than "Hawthorn Tree"..."
Bai Ruoxue looked at the rippling lake with rippling autumn waves.
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On September 30, the eve of the opening of the National College Student Drama Performance, drama teams from colleges and universities across the country flocked to Yanjing.
On this very day, the "Literary and Art Newspaper" published an article in dialect about the performing arts systems of Melanfan, Stanislavsky and Brecht, which immediately caused a sensation in the literary and art circles.
At the same time, it also spread among the participating drama teams. Teachers and students regarded it as a treasure and rushed to circulate it and discuss it closely.
Chinese Opera, as one of the highest performing schools in China, naturally pays the greatest attention to it from top to bottom, from teachers to students.
"The competition is tomorrow, let's rehearse again quickly."
"It's not bad, look at this!"
"What?"< br>
Li Baotian was pulled over by Jiang Wen. Like Chen Daoming and the others, his eyes fell on the newspaper and couldn't move away.
The articles in dialect are only superficial discussions, and there are not many professional terms. After being polished by Wan Jiabao, Feng Fengzi and other big guys, they are simple and concise, and ordinary people can understand them.
“It’s well said. It’s much more reliable than Sun Huizhu’s ‘Three Major Drama Systems in the World’! Well-founded!”
“I also think Teacher Fang summarized it well. What a drama system, it’s clearly a performance art.”
Jiang Wen couldn’t help but think of that afternoon.
"Hey, let me tell you."
Yue Hong asked: "If I go by Teacher Fang's classification, in this play, am I considered an expressionist or a methodist?"
" We are all expressionists. Those people at Yanda are considered to be experientialists. They are educated youth themselves. Otherwise, how could they control it so easily with their acting skills? "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree""
"If "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" is given to us, we will definitely win the first place in this national cultural performance!"
"I went to see Yanda's performance that day. I think that in addition to Shanghai Theater and Nortel, Yanda will also be our strong rival."
"The top three can go to the Great Hall of the People to perform. As long as we can guarantee the top three, it doesn't matter even if we lose to Yanda."
"It's not shameful to lose to Yanda. After all, it was Teacher Fang who lost. "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"
Everyone was talking about it. They are all full of fear and envy...
Jiang Wen said seriously: "We can lose to Yanda, we can lose to other schools, but there is only one thing, we cannot lose to Nortel!"
As soon as this was said, all members of the drama team agreed.
You can lose the competition, but Nortel cannot win!
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Compared with the performance of the drama team in the National College Student Drama Performance, Nortel has more important things at the moment.
Following the "Literary News" published a brief discussion on the performing arts system in dialect, the latest issue of "People's Drama" published a new discussion on the "three major drama systems in the world", which is in line with the currently controversial Sun Huizhu started the ring.
Soon after, periodicals and newspapers such as "Foreign Drama" and "Drama Art" all joined the discussion.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the theater, opera, and even the literary and art circles were all involved.
Xie Fei, Lin Hongtong and other teachers responsible for compiling Beidian performance teaching materials were immediately called to a meeting. The syllabus had changed!
There is no airtight wall in the world, and the gossip quickly spread on campus.
“Really that powerful?”
Zhang Yimou was speechless.
"More than awesome!"
Tian Zhuangzhuang revealed that the "Performing Arts Tutorial Actor Learning Manual" originally written by Lin Hongtong and other teachers had to be postponed because of the big debate caused by the dialect articles and wait and see. Changes may occur, and dialects may even be included in textbooks.
“After hearing what you said, I can’t wait to read it.” Zhang Yimou couldn’t help but sigh.
Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "I want to read Teacher Fang's articles, but I would also like to make Teacher Fang's novels into movies."
"Who in the directing department doesn't want to make Teacher Fang's works? Me, you, Brother Kai..."
Li Shaohong said: "What I want to shoot most is "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"."
Zhang Yimou said: "Me too."
"There may be this opportunity, don't forget that we will be there next year Graduation is about to begin. Can I ask Teacher Fang to help me with this graduation project like the previous two summer shoots? "
Li Shaohong looked around.
“It’s impossible.”
Tianzhuangzhuang shook his head and laughed. Xie Tielia and Xie Jin had long been eyeing "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree". How could they get a bunch of little shrimps like them!
Everyone sighed. Tianzhuangzhuang’s parents were very energetic at Beijing Film Studio. Since he said so, the news must be correct.
"That's what I originally thought. Hu Mei and I will go find Teacher Fang first." Li Shaohong's eyes were filled with disappointment.
Tian Zhuangzhuang joked: "Is it possible that you two want the other teacher to use a honey trap?"
Li Shaohong rolled his eyes, "Fuck you, if I want the other teacher to use a honey trap, I won't Hu Mei will be called, and it’s time to invite Zhu Fu.”
"What are you thinking about? Zhu Lu has been married a long time ago."
Tianzhuangzhuang shook his head and sighed.
After three days of fierce competition, the national college student drama performance came to an end, and the rankings were finally announced.
Nortel unfortunately failed to win, and Yanda's "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" luckily ranked third.
The Chinese drama "In the Silent Place" ranked second, meeting expectations, and the first place was the "Dark War" from the Chinese drama.
The script is copied exactly from the Shanghai Theater Theater. After all, this is a play that can be performed in Shanghai for seven consecutive days!
Among the top three, dialects account for two!
That’s not all. For those university drama teams that did not enter the top three, this trip to Yanjing was not completely fruitless.
Bring newspapers and periodicals such as "People's Drama", "Drama Art", and "Wenhui Po" that publish dialects. Where do you come from and where are you going? The views of dialects are like dandelion seeds, and they immediately spread all over the country. It took root, spread widely, and continued to be discussed.
The more the argument goes, the clearer it becomes. In the next few years, Nortel, China Opera, Shanghai Opera, and even opera schools will all include dialects in their textbooks.
Even in the future, "my country's famous drama theorist, dialect" will appear in the tutoring materials of professional art examination institutions.
(End of this chapter)