On the university campus, it can be said that the most fashionable things in the whole society are gathered, the students are dressed fashionably and beautifully, the things they hold in their hands are also the latest models, and the songs they listen to must be the latest releases, but it is definitely the first time for this group of students to listen to the old ones.

The applause was warm and the students were very good.

"Is the performance of the old artists wonderful?" the host asked on stage.

"Wonderful!" shouted the students in the audience.

Zhang He was also woken up, he was very happy, the students were quite enthusiastic, and he remembered that when he was in college before, he was also like this.

If there are any celebrities in the school, whether they know each other or not, they will go first and then talk about it, applause and shouts don't need money anyway, everyone can play together.

"Would you like another one?" the host continued.

"Yes, another one!" a few boys shouted the most happily on the side, and after shouting, I wanted to see if the beautiful girls on the side had noticed them.

"Okay, let's ask the old artists to continue to perform for us. The host said and walked off the stage.

The school leaders smiled and acquiesced in the behavior of the students, in the university, a little vitality is needed, the old is a traditional art, representing the old, representing the old, and the students are new.

The school leaders are also looking forward to what the collision of the old and the new can bring.

The purpose of the activities of bringing traditional culture into the campus is to let the teenagers experience the traditional Chinese culture, attract everyone's attention, and cultivate students' love for traditional culture.

The students were willing to watch, the goal was achieved, and the school leaders were very pleased.

"Fingers open the way and shout and scold!" Zhang Delin sang.

"Hey!" everyone agreed, stamping their feet at the same time.

"I'll scold you for being ignorant!" Zhang Delin continued to sing.

"Hey!"

"Yesterday King Liang commanded you!"

"Hey!"

……

"Push out the gate and ask for beheading!" Zhang Delin swayed his body, gestured with his fingers, and sang the last sentence.

"Hi...... Hey!" The other actors sang in response, and Zhang Deyun struggled to smash the jujube wood block on the bench.

The veteran artists perform very hard, and they can't wait to show their lifelong skills.

The audience listened with relish, and by the time the performance was over, it was nine o'clock.

In addition to the old ones, the school has also prepared some other programs, such as poetry recitations and dance programs.

The content of the activities is very rich and colorful, and the extracurricular time of college students is abundant.

"We packed up and got ready to go. Zhang He greeted.

The instruments were put into the box, the benches were all taken, and everyone was ready to leave.

Every time I go out to perform, I must bring my own bench, first, for the effect of the show, and secondly, I sit on other benches, the artists' hearts are not steady, and the performance is unnatural.

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu only regarded the performance as a task to complete, and they had to leave after the performance.

If nothing happens, the old artists don't plan to stay here too long.

Huayin and Weinan are not far away, if you really have the heart to go back, you can rush back at night.

Packing up their things, everyone prepared to leave through the back door of the auditorium.

At this time, several students ran in from outside, both men and women, with eager faces on their faces, very excited and excited, as if they had met someone they liked.

"Fellow artists, please stay. One of the boys at the head shouted loudly.

Zhang He and his party stopped when they heard the sound.

Looking back, they were all stunned, and the group of students pounced on them, blocking their path.

"Hello, I am the president of the Music Association of Weinan Normal University, and my name is Zheng Wenzhong. The boy at the head said loudly,

The demeanor is generous and decent, and the eyes are very happy.

"Hello, do you have anything to do with you?" asked Zhang He.

"I just listened to the performance of the old artists in the audience, I felt very shocked, I didn't expect that there is such a primitive music in the land of Guanzhong, I want to communicate with the old artists, I want to know more about the old situation, I hope you can promise me, my classmates also want to know. Zheng Wenzhong said excitedly, and spoke quickly.

When the words fell, several men and women behind him also opened their mouths one after another: "We still want to continue to listen to the old talk, and we want to know more, I hope the old artist can agree to our request!"

Although several students said this, they were afraid that the old artists would not agree, and they were a little drumming in their hearts.

It's just that when they heard these words, Zhang He was dumbfounded, Liu Xingwu was dumbfounded, and Lin Xiong and Wu Xiaoqian were also stunned.

"Aren't you kidding? Do you really want to know about the old language?" Liu Xingwu said hurriedly.

"It's true, in our eyes, the old style has its most unique characteristics, it is a rare art, and it is also an art that cannot be replicated. Zheng Wenzhong's attitude is sincere.

Liu Xingwu turned his head to look at Zhang He, looked at the old artists, and his eyes gradually became crystalline.

The station of Weishi Academy was the most optimistic about them, and they didn't plan to gain anything at all, but they didn't expect to be stopped by students in the auditorium, and some students took the initiative to understand the old dialect.

"You guys, the artists are going back, what do you look like, hurry back to the dormitory, don't waste time. Ma Bowen reprimanded, for fear that a few students would collide with these old artists who are national treasures.

"Please also give us a chance to get to know the old dialect!" Zheng Wenzhong hurriedly said.

Ma Bowen was about to speak, but Zhang He waved his hand and said, "Do you really want to understand?"

"Yes!" said several students.

Zheng Wenzhong shook his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "It would be better if I could learn it." ”

He didn't have much hope, and the artists wouldn't teach it casually.

"Yes, we can not only tell you, but also teach you!" Zhang He cut the railroad to the fore.

His face was filled with joy, and he had changed his previous gloom.

Happiness came a little suddenly, and there were college students who took the initiative to understand and learn the old language.

I didn't think of it in advance doesn't mean that I didn't prepare, Zhang He waited for this day for too long, and after every performance, he hoped that an audience would come over and ask a few words, but he never did.

"I'm Liu Xingwu from the Laoqiang Protection Center, get to know me. Liu Xingwu stretched out his hand and said.

Zheng Wen was sincerely frightened and hurriedly stretched out his hand.

Ma Bowen frowned: "Director Liu, Mr. Zhang, is it okay for you to do this?"

He was referring to the old gossip.

"Of course, since the students are so interested, we will explain it to them right away. Liu Xingwu said with a smile.

"Well, since you don't want to hide your secrets, we can't lag behind, students want to learn, and if they are interested in traditional culture, we have to support them. Ma Bowen said immediately.

He is a teacher, in charge of this work, has read some materials, and knows the purpose of this "traditional culture into the campus" activity.

This is the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage, and there will be more in the future, and the laws on intangible cultural heritage will be improved.

If the Institute can cooperate with intangible cultural heritage, it will only be beneficial to a university, not harmful.

"Zheng Wenzhong, you are the president of the Music Association, you should know where our school's vocal music classroom is, right?" Ma Bowen turned his head and asked.

"Teacher Ma, I know. Zheng Wenzhong nodded.

Music associations often train in vocal classrooms, and they've been there many times to know the place.

Ma Bowen looked at Zhang He and asked: "Mr. Zhang, Director Liu, all the old artists, it's not early now, let's go back and rest first, tonight the school will be the east, arrange room and board for you, and tomorrow morning in the vocal music classroom, please give lectures to our students." ”

Since the students want to learn and understand, they should simply be more formal, and this is the first time that the Weishi Academy has never been to intangible cultural heritage before.

Ma Bowen felt that he could do this, and he was right about the hard work of the old artists, and he could also show the attitude of the Wei Normal Academy.

"What do you think?" asked Ma Bowen.

In the final analysis, it depends on whether the old artists agree or not.

"Master, what do you say?" Zhang He urged.

seems to be asking, but in fact, he can't wait to help Zhang Delin agree.

How could Zhang Delin, his grandson's thoughts, not understand, he smiled and said, "No problem." ”

Zheng Wenzhong and the other students showed joy on their faces, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, grandfathers!"

"Okay, I'll see you in the vocal music classroom tomorrow morning, the time will be set at nine o'clock, Zheng Wenzhong, you publicize this matter, and interested students can come and listen." Ma Bowen commanded.

"Teacher Ma, don't worry, I will assure you that the classroom will be full tomorrow. Zheng Wenzhong patted his chest and said.

After finalizing tomorrow's affairs, Ma Bowen told the principal, and then took Zhang He and his party to live in the guest house outside the school.

"Originally, you could go back today, but tomorrow you will have to work hard. Ma Bowen said.

"It's not hard, and we're happy to spread the old word. Zhang He smiled.

"Alright, we'll see you tomorrow. ”

Zhang He and Liu Xingwu lived in the same room, and the two of them were excited, walking back and forth in the room, and they couldn't sleep with excitement.

The next day, Ma Bowen came to the guest house early, took the group to dinner, and then went to the vocal music classroom.

When everyone arrived, the vocal music classroom was really full of students, at least thirty or forty people, Zheng Wenzhong did not brag.

Seeing the old artists arrive at the door, the students consciously get out of the way.

The vocal classroom is specially built, and the surrounding walls are made of special soundproofing materials, and there are no neat seats in it, so everyone sits casually.

The lighting was bright and the decoration was very high-end, but Zhang Delin was a little nervous.

"Welcome grandfathers!" Zheng Wenzhong stood up and took the lead in clapping his palms.

As he moved, the other students began to applaud, and the applause echoed throughout the classroom.

"Today, I will first tell you about the origin and formation process of the old dialect, and finally tell us how to sing. Zhang Delin and several people sat on the bench, surrounded by students.

Sitting in the middle, Zhang Delin said with a smile.

Preaching, teaching, and solving doubts, he has brought apprentices, which is not difficult for him.

It's the hard part of lecturing to college students.