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Chapter 238 Chapter 238

【238. Shallow singing and whispering, the beauty of Chinese studies】

The students in the classroom discussed in low voices.

"I have loved the beauty of the Chinese language since I was a child, especially poetry and songs. The language is refined and has a unique charm!"

"Me too, I have liked poetry since I was a child, because poetry can implicitly express people's rich thoughts and feelings with concise language, rich images and exquisite and rigorous rhythm."

There was even an overseas student who said in broken Chinese:
"I like the poems of the Dragon Kingdom very much, and I like the traditional culture of the Dragon Kingdom, so I came to study in the Dragon Kingdom. The people of the Dragon Kingdom have a 5000-year-old civilization, which is splendid and long-lasting. It is really amazing!"

Hearing the students' comments, Su Qingyun smiled and praised:
"It seems that the students like traditional culture and poetry very much, but you don't understand it well enough!"

Su Qingyun stood on the podium, talking eloquently.

"First of all, you have to understand why the ancients liked to write poetry? Because in ancient times, poetry was equivalent to popular music today."

"Of course, ancient poetry is not just popular music. Poetry is also a literary genre at that time. It is a special language that can express the poet's emotions vividly."

At this point, Su Qingyun stopped, turned around and wrote on the blackboard:
"Recalling Qin'e Loushan Pass"

"The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky call Frost Chenyue. Frost Chenyue, the sound of horseshoes breaking, and the sound of horns swallowing (yè)."

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, but now I'm going from scratch. From scratch, Cangshan is like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."

After finishing writing, Su Qingyun turned his head to look at the students under the stage, raised his eyebrows and said:
"This is the song "Recalling Qin'e Loushanguan" that I wrote at the home of Mr. Ren Fei two days ago. Can any student sing it in public?"

After speaking, the students looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't speak.

After a while, a female classmate plucked up the courage to stand up and read the song "Recalling Qin'e" again.

Su Qingyun nodded calmly, and asked below:
"Do you think this student recited well?"

The students didn't know what Su Qingyun wanted to do, so they stared blankly at the podium.

Su Qingyun shook his head, smiled slightly and said:
"Attention everyone, I asked this classmate to sing "Recalling Qin'e" just now, but this classmate is obviously reading aloud. Although the voice is nice, it has lost its ancient flavor."

"Poetry is based on chanting, prose is based on reciting, and words are mainly sung. The so-called poems must recite their meaning, prose must recite their words, and words must be sung. It may be passionate, or sad, or graceful, or elegant... ..."

"Because no one is singing poems today, even these singing methods are almost lost, so you can't feel the charm of traditional culture."

Su Qingyun shook his head and sighed, his voice full of deep regret.

And the female classmate rolled her eyes, raised her hand and said:
"Mr. Su, if you can write such classic poems, you must know how to sing. Please sing for us, so that we can feel the charm of traditional culture?"

While talking, the female classmate smiled slyly at Su Qingyun, who told Su Qingyun just now that she couldn't recite well, hum, women hold grudges very much.

Su Qingyun saw the female classmate pouted, and said with a faint smile:
"Since the students want to hear the libretto, I will sing it for everyone."

As a professional singer, singing is a forte.

Su Qingyun walked off the podium, walking slowly, singing softly while walking:
"The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called the frost morning moon. The frost morning moon, the sound of horseshoes breaking, and the sound of horns swallowing. Xiongguan is as long as iron..."

Everyone can hear every sentence and every word clearly, but the intonation is very special.

Each word is chanted with a special tone, the speed is different, the middle of the sentence sometimes pauses and sometimes speeds up, as each word enters the ear, it seems that the meaning of the word is clearly displayed in my brain middle.

The entire auditorium was completely quiet, so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, and everyone was immersed in the atmosphere created by Su Qingyun.

Towering mountains, geese screaming in the sky, and the setting sun is like blood...

Such a majestic and desolate artistic conception is daunting.

Seeing everyone's infatuated expressions, Su Qingyun scratched his head and thought to himself:

'Singing a song at will makes them fascinated. It seems that this teacher is also very easy! '

Thinking of this, Su Qingyun felt more at ease, and coughed lightly, breaking the crowd immersed in the atmosphere he created.

"How do you feel about the lyrics?"

Hearing Su Qingyun's question, the students sighed one by one.

"It's amazing, it's full of charm, and it's much better than the current pop songs."

"This artistic conception is so sad, I was shocked when I heard it." A female classmate said with some fear.

"Oh, if my Chinese teacher in elementary school had 1/10 of Su Shen's level, I wouldn't be unable to memorize poems!"

"Is this the libretto of the ancients? It's amazing. You can feel the special charm in the lyrics just by listening to it."

"Teacher Su's singing is so beautiful! It's so shocking!"

The sober students talked about their feelings one after another, but this unique style gave them special enjoyment.

At this moment, anyone who heard Su Qingyun's lyrics could clearly feel the artistic conception in the words.

Amazing!

"Mr. Su, did you cast a spell just now? Why can we understand the meaning of this poem while listening?"

"Yeah, it's like a picture appeared in front of my eyes."

"It's incredible! It's like being hypnotized."

Hearing the students' questions, Su Qingyun smiled faintly:
"I just restored the original singing style of the ancients. This is the charm of traditional culture!"

Su Qingyun walked in the classroom and said:
"The most important function of language is expression. Culture is the art that is precipitated on the basis of expression. It is a kind of shouting voice. Ancient poems, words, songs, and today's vernacular are all art of expression."

"In the ancient Tang Dynasty, it was the most prosperous period of poetry development, and in the ancient Song Dynasty, it was the heyday of Ci development."

"The most elegant way of communication between literati at that time was to recite poems and sing lyrics, to make friends through literature, to communicate with each other through poems, and to talk about feelings through words. This is the charm of traditional culture, but with the development of the times, although many poems have been handed down, But the method of singing is gradually lost, so if we can't really feel the charm of traditional culture, how can we talk about cultural revival?"

All the students in the classroom stared at Su Qingyun closely, listening to Su Qingyun's explanation with all their attention.

They were shocked by Su Qingyun's profound cultural background!
They were intoxicated by Su Qingyun's profound knowledge and knowledge!

(End of this chapter)