The opening was a dance of several girls from the Sabuki family. Looking at the beautiful girls, Chen Xi secretly gave him a thumbs up.
But his little move was caught by Saori on the stage. Looking at the murderous gaze he was cast, he could only respond to an embarrassing smile.
"Swish!"
The old flute master's flute sound suddenly turned, just like the singing of a cuckoo in the mountains, the slim sound was melodious and melodious, making the whole stage stain the breath of spring.
After this clear singing, the girls turned around one after another, and the golden lacquer cypress fan in their hands gently unfolded, revealing the wheat seeds hidden in it.
The slender texture of the fan surface shines with a warm luster under the light, as if it contains the power of rebirth.
Their sleeves flew like clouds, and the twenty-four fan surfaces slowly combined with dancing, and finally a complete picture of "Rice Ear Growth Picture" was displayed in the center of the stage.
From the seeds breaking through the soil, the seedlings pump, to the ears full and drooping, every detail is cleverly depicted on the fan.
Dance postures are in line with the change of artistic conception in the painting: when the seedlings break through the ground, the girls bow their waists like waves of wheat, soft but not lose their tenacity; when the ears are full and hang down, they kneel down and hold up the imagined rice ears in their hands, and are as devout as a farmer harvesting in the fields.
Their toes lightly tapped, splashing the remaining snow water on the countertop. Tiny water droplets splashed in the swaying lantern light and shadow, turning into crystal clear points, refracting a tiny rainbow in the air.
Suddenly, a low sound of Taigong sounded, like spring thunder exploded in the distance.
The dance formation suddenly changed, and the girls quickly turned around, and the seven-fold ribbons in their hands spread out like a rainbow.
The silks interwoven with navy blue, persimmon color, cute yellow and Sufang are spread out one after another, layered, just like rice fields in different seasons changing in the twilight. Each heavy color has a strong farming charm.
Dance to the climax, the girls used their toes as their pens and stepped lightly across the stage covered with shells. Zhu Nuo straw sandals outline the rolling fields on the ground, and the entire stage seems to have become a corner of the field, full of vitality and poetry. "Oh, this is comparable to our Spring Festival Gala. It's all about the dance combination. The islanders must have copied us..." Chen Xi looked at the dance and couldn't help but complain.
To be honest, he doesn't like watching this kind of thing. It made him feel a strong rural atmosphere, although it was indeed in the countryside...
But the girls are pretty good, and the girls from the Sabuki family look pretty good. "What are you talking about?" Qingshui next to her asked curiously. "Nothing, I just said that the women in the island country are really good. Look at the waist, look at the legs..." "Don't talk nonsense, be careful, the clan sister will deal with you!"
"I'm learning dance, what do you know?"
The two of them are familiar with each other now, and they can just make any jokes.
After watching several performances in a row, Chen Xi felt it was boring. It's either playing katana or singing. It's almost like the big stones in my chest.
He has now concluded a truth, that is, the New Year party in any country is not good!
Soon, the show changed again.
This time Chen Xi was very surprised because the show was actually reciting poetry. I also read ancient Chinese poems. "Huh? Don't your island country have their own poems? Why do you still know Chinese poems? And that person also speaks in Chinese. Did I deliberately let me understand?" Chen Xi looked at Qingshui.
He knew that the poems of island countries and Chinese countries were somewhat different, and there were significant differences in the three dimensions of form structure, aesthetic pursuit, and philosophical foundation.
Chinese poetry emphasizes strict adherence to the rhythm of flat and tone, and the symmetrical beauty of square characters. Island poetry emphasizes loose stereotyped poetry and the fluidity of pseudonyms.
For example, two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The poem of the island country is the sound of the ancient pond, frog flying in the water, which means an ancient pond, where the frog jumps into the water and makes a sound.
To Chinese people, the island poem sounds a bit strange, just like the poem made by Qianlong, one piece, two piece, three piece, four piece, fifty, six, seventy, eighty or ninety piece. There are countless pieces, and the plum blossoms are never seen.
It makes people feel very rustic...
Even if the islander is studying Chinese poetry, the speech he read is still cherry blossoms. This is the same as chanting poetry in Cantonese.
"The Chinese poetry is usually not systematically taught in primary and secondary education in island countries, but some schools can. Chinese language classes belong to the category of "ancient literature", so many people still learn Chinese classical poetry. Some private schools also force students to take Chinese classes. However, the pronunciation is very different. Just like the bright moonlight in front of the bed, we will pronounce it as しょうぜんにみるつなひおおひおおかひおおかおひおおおかひおおおかひおおおおおひおおおおひおおおおひおおおひおおおおひおおおひおおおおひおおおひおおお� ”
"What? Do you know how to pinyin? Why do you think of it? What the hell is this? The bright moonlight in front of the bed is only five words, give me that long!" Chen Xi looked at the other party in surprise.
"Secretly tell you that some old people in the Sabuki family will listen to some Chinese. They like calligraphy very much and often create some works..." Shimizu told him some news.
"Oh, this is because we know that our country is profound and profound, but we are embarrassed to show it, so we can only study it secretly. On the surface, we have to pretend that we don't understand what I mean, right?"
"..."
Just as the two whispered, the people on the stage started to recite poems again, and they would say the cherry blossom language first and then the Chinese language again.
While talking, he deliberately looked at Chen Xi.
"Song Ming shook twelve updates, breaking through the jar and swelling of nectar. I wanted to count 800 rice souls, but I was drunk and I was nine layers of new hair. This is my own poem..." After a young man finished reading it, he beeped a lot. It's the same as if you created something amazing.
Immediately afterwards, the second young man also read a poem: "The mocking bird perched on a rope, and the sparks fell on the sleeves at night. The moon was broken for 30,000 hectares, and I found a pupil of ancestors."
Chen Xi sprayed rice wine on Qingshui's shoulders: "Do you call this Chinese poetry?"
"They call this new style poetry... These two are two fools. Look at the faces of the elders in the clan..." Qingshui blocked his mouth with rice cakes that had been smeared with mustard, and then looked elsewhere.
When they heard what the two of them were reading, the old people in the Sabuki family all looked defeated.
The third young man saw this and said, "
The green wilderness and yellow beams fill the warehouse, and the village head smiles and celebrates the fragrance of the year.
The fire and smoke of the farmer's cooking are rising, and we drink a jar of rich wine together."
"This is OK."
"Well, it's much better than the first two."
The old people in the Sabuki family nodded after hearing this.
The young man showed joy on his face, then turned his head to look aside, and said politely with a hint of challenge, "Mr. Chen, you are a Chinese, and you must have a deep understanding of Chinese poetry. As an islander who also loves poetry, I look forward to you to recite a Chinese poetry so that we can taste the charm of it together."
"Oh? Then I'll do one!" Chen Xi picked up the wine glass and walked onto the stage swayingly.
The expressions of everyone were different.
Shimizu opened her mouth wide, Saori held her clothes tightly, Ise Aoyue sneered, and everyone in the Sahiro family showed curious eyes, only Sahiro Hirosuke looked calm. "You have drunk so much, can you still recite poetry?" The young man looked at the drunk Chen Xi and couldn't help feeling a little funny. "Why can't you? I'll perform a poem about the Sword Fairy! Come on the Sword!" Chen Xi drank a little too much and reached out to the sky.
A few seconds later, a sword fell from the sky and fell into his hand.
However, everyone made a laugh.
Chen Xi looked carefully and saw a broom appearing in his hand. He glanced at Qingshui not far away, and the other party shrugged, indicating that this was the only one.
Forget it, just broom!
Chen Xi thought, then waved it, and said, "The iron cow broke through the ground and walked away from the thunder, and the Beidou planted rice seedlings as a companion.
Who will turn fruit into jade liquid?
The moon wheel lies drunk on the top of the mountains. ”
”How is it? Drink all the mountains and rivers in one go, and then drink and swallow the sun and the moon. I can’t get drunk with a thousand cups, but I am the only one who drinks sword immortal. "Chen Xi drank too much, and took the broom and played in front of the young man a few more times.
Saori wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so she could only hold back her to maintain her cold appearance. "The poem is good, and there are also agricultural elements. What does the iron cow in your poem mean? "An old man from the Sabuki family asked in broken Chinese. "Agriculture should of course combine modern elements. Iron Niu is an agricultural machinery, and as for Beidou... it refers to our country's satellite navigation! What I mean is navigation and precision broadcasting technology. Nowadays, agriculture is always taking the technological route..." Chen Xi smiled.
Many foreigners have heard of Beidou. After all, it is a satellite that can compete with GPS. It has been available more than ten years ago. The second generation update has just been completed this year, so the elderly people from the Sabuki family naturally know it.
The people who understand Chinese language in the Sahiro family nodded and praised them.
The young man brought Chen Xi to the stage. He saw that the other party was drunk and wanted him to make a fool of himself, but he turned out to make a fool of himself.
The broom just now made him covered in mud, and now his clothes are covered with spots.
Hmph, an islander is still showing off Chinese poetry in front of me.
Chen Xi sneered in his heart. "I heard that Chinese people are very good at calligraphy and painting. Our island people also have high attainments in calligraphy and painting. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not speak. If I don't talk to you, how about comparing painting?" At this time, another young man from the island country walked out, holding a pen in his hand, making him look like a big painter.
Isn't it that a gentleman doesn't speak or do anything? You really know how to change!
Compare with me to draw?
Fortunately, it’s not like me in calligraphy.
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Chen Xi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Although Chen Yifeng was forced to learn calligraphy from a master when he was a child, he was quite perfunctory at that time, so his father always scolded him for writing like a turtle crawling.
However, he is good at painting. He has participated in competitions and won awards. He has also been pushed out to participate in the painting competitions in school.
When it comes to painting, he is very talented, and the same is true for Chen Ran. Maybe he has this kind of artistic cell at home.
Chen Yifeng is a comprehensive model and is proficient in oil painting, splashing color and sketching.
He has read his father's paintings a lot before, and he is quite familiar with his paintings. Chen Yifeng is a strict person. Even if you perform well, you won’t say anything praiseful. But he has rarely praised Chen Xi's paintings, which shows that his painting talent is quite high.
"Okay!" Chen Xi made an OK gesture to the young man.
Not long after, a few strong men brought two tables with paper, ink, pen and inkstone on them.
The young man from the island country thought for a while, picked up his pen and started painting, but Chen Xi stood there, swaying, as if he was a little unconscious after drinking too much.
He started writing after the young man had halfway through his paintings.
The two of them painted quickly on the stage, while the audience around them were whispering.
Saori's palms were full of sweat at this time. She had only seen Chen Xi draw architectural designs in high school, and had never seen him draw other works at all. She just thought he was not very good at painting.
"Guess what they both painted?"
"What else could it be? It must be related to celebrations or agriculture. There is a high probability that it is a harvest picture, it has no new ideas."
The two old men from the Sabuki family started to discuss it.
"I don't think it looks like it. The first person moves a lot. It's probably a landscape painting or a harvest picture. But the Chinese man's movements are very small, and I can't see what he is painting..."
"It seems that you say that too."
"Why do we make a bet and guess what he is painting? Let's bet on the jar of wine you have treasured."
"Okay, I want your folding fan."
"Okay, I guess he was painting a woman. He will be the son-in-law of the Sabuki family in the future, so he naturally wanted to draw a picture of a beauty to Bokakashi. Seeing that his movements were so small, he must be outlining a person's face..." "Hey, I guess he was painting a picture of a street market about China. Think about it, he was the only Chinese who was present. He was forced to the stage by our islanders to compete. He would definitely draw some lively scenes of China, and he wanted to suppress our momentum..."
The two old men's discussions became louder and louder, causing the corners of Sabuki Hirosuke next to him to twitch.
According to the fact that he had been dealing with Chen Xi for so long, this kid would definitely not draw some normal things, and he would probably not be like what they said.
After a while, the young man from the island country took the lead and took up his paintings and showed them to everyone to watch. After everyone finished reading them, they would give them to the senior management of the Sakai family to appreciate.
It was a vivid and infectious harvest picture, followed by.
In the center of the picture is a golden rice field, with rice ears hanging down heavily. The sun shines out from the clouds and falls on the rice fields. Each grain of rice shines with golden light, and the whole picture is filled with warmth and hope.
At the edge of the rice field, several farmers were bent over to harvest, with satisfaction and happiness on their faces. Sweat slid down their cheeks and dripped into the dirt.
Behind them are piles of harvested rice, piled up like mountains, indicating that the hard work this year has finally received a generous reward.
In the upper left corner of the picture, there is a simple farmhouse, with smoke rising up, which complementing the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. In front of the farmhouse, several children were playing.
The whole picture is brightly colored and smooth, showing the joy of harvest and the hard work of farmers. "Not bad!" "The painting is very good."
The people from the Sakai family nodded after seeing it.
At this time, Chen Xi also stopped writing.
The young man walked over curiously and looked at the other person's paintings, with a strange look on his face.
But he didn't say anything, he just reached out to signal Chen Xi to show it.
The latter did not explain, and directly handed the painting to the people next to him and asked them to lift it up.
When the painting was lifted, the whole audience was silent.
I saw an ancient tower on the painting, with white light blooming on the top of the tower.
Under the tower is a black dog with wings and a crescent mark on its head.
There are a few little ghosts next to them, sneaking in front of a room and wondering what they are doing.
When the painting was delivered to the senior management of Sabuki's house, one of the two old men who had bet before asked, "The painting is not good, I just don't know what the painting is! You have to express one meaning."
The few people didn't know much about it after reading it, but the painting level of Chen Xi's painting was obviously much higher than that of the young people in the island country.
But if you evaluate who is worse and who is better, you cannot judge it.
So, several people handed the painting to Hirosuke Sahiro, wanting him to come and ask.
Hosuke Sahiro smiled after reading it and looked at Chen Xi on the stage: "Explain what you are painting."
"This is "Looking at the Moon and Hunting the Spirit"!" Chen Xi spoke slowly. "Ha?" Sabuki Hosuke was confused when he heard this.
"Forget it...you can also understand it as Tengu stealing jade!"
Those who could understand Chinese language were speechless.
The Tengu in this island country is not a dog, but a monster with a long nose and a bird's beak and wings, also known as the Crow Tengu.
"Don't care about these details, this dog has wings!" Seeing what they were thinking, Chen Xi pointed at the painting.
One can draw a halo on the chick's head to pretend to be a phoenix. What's wrong with me drawing wings on the dog as a tindog? "What does it mean to draw this Tengu Thief Jade? What are the towers, houses, and these little ghosts?" Hirosuke Sahiro asked again. (This chapter ends)