Chapter Eighty-Four: Vanilla Beauty

If there is one thing in the world that can achieve true equality in practice, there can only be art, there is no threshold for art appreciation, the blind can appreciate vocal music, and the deaf can appreciate the picture, because art has different perceptions for everyone, if you can't appreciate it, it can only mean that you don't want to appreciate it, and art itself has nothing to do. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Art should be pure, think of the world's clearest gemstones, refracting people's hearts, and different, mixed with too many other impurities, art cannot be called art, at most, it is an entertainment commodity to please.

I am honored that I live in a time of peace, where enough and more and more art is pure, though somewhat degenerate, but at least most of it is pure.

But this kind of 'luxury' enjoyment has made me gradually become critical, and I thought that society had prompted me to be critical, but now it seems that it is my own problem, and it seems that like those critics in the past, I look at art with a critical and subjective eye, and let it be labeled later.

It should be a side effect of excessive aesthetics that makes me arrogant and ignore the most important objectivity and reason, even though some art is polluted, but there is still purity.

Fortunately, a young man from the Dragon Kingdom from Huaxia woke me up.

This young man, whose name I don't even know, slapped me hard in the face with a performance that lasted less than eight minutes, and the moment he fell from the stage, I almost thought that I had killed the art myself, and that remorse and chagrin might have been the source of my next nightmare.

I have to admit that it was indeed my faux pas to chew on my tongue behind my back, but at the same time I was somewhat grateful for my faux pas, which angered a true artistic genius to show such a pure glaring stage.

Any art form must bring about impact through the form of performance, the lowest of which is the intuitive form of sight and hearing, followed by the reflection form of the stage details and the expression of the actor himself, and finally, the ultimate pure form that enters the soul.

A certain love that can shake the soul is an eternal theorem.

There are thousands of forms of love, and the most difficult one for me to understand is love for the country or the nation, because I myself am an anti-racist, and I think that individual nations and countries will breed extremism, I think it is the Nazi kind.

However, this teenager's performance made me change my one-sided view.

The love for the country and the nation is not the narrowness I think, but the greatness of selfless dedication, including life.

Chinese is the greatest language in the world, and at the same time the most obscure language, so I didn't think about learning it, and I couldn't understand a single word of the lines and lyrics spoken by this young man from China in this ancient and great language.

What made my soul tremble was his sparkling eyes.

It's amazing that most stage performers don't want to look at the audience, even though they speak to the audience, but their gaze is always high because they are afraid of the play.

But this young man, or the opera art from China, has intuitive eye contact with the audience, and when his obsidian-like eyes sweep over the eyes of everyone in the front row, everyone instinctively dodges.

There was light in his eyes, or rather fire, not the light of the pupils that refracted the light, but a kind of light that spread from the living body, like the fire that Prometheus stole from the temple of Olympus, illuminating humanity.

It was the firelight that made me know how ashamed a person's love for the country and the nation is, and I dare not look into his eyes, for fear of tarnishing his sacredness.

Marlon Brando in "The Godfather" once had such a look in his eyes for a moment, that is, at his son's funeral, this wise old man who still pointed out the country and stabilized the family despite his son's death, finally revealed his purest heartache at the funeral.

That kind of heartache is through five consecutive brow twitches, there are no lines, and even the facial features are blurred because of the passage of time, but it is these details and the flash of light in his eyes hidden in the darkness that makes all the audience heartache together.

But part of this heartache comes from the comparison and foreshadowing of the godfather before and after the loss of the child.

But this teenager's performance did not have any foreshadowing, and even when he took the stage, everyone felt abrupt and abrupt, without any foreshadowing, the light in his eyes lit up the fire of the soul, and there was no expression on his over-makeup face, relying on his eyes to express his emotions.

Any viewer who looks at him will feel the desperate pain from the soul, but this pain extends beyond life, and even his last astonishing leap makes people feel that this pain seems to be more like a lush seed of life, and his death is the nourishment of this seed.

It's so shocking, so curious, that everyone is asking what story he is playing, and why is he so sad and hopeful.

I was one of them, and I asked a few scholars who specialize in Chinese culture what the story was.

Qu Yuan, a great pioneer who lived in BC, because I can't find an adjective to describe him, he is an indisputable leader of all mankind in terms of poetry and songs, as well as family and country feelings, and humanistic spirit.

And he was born hundreds of years before Jesus.

This person, known as the ancestor of Chinese words in terms of cultural attainments, created the famous "Chu Ci" at home and abroad, in terms of morality for more than 2,200 years, the Chinese people also use the Dragon Boat Festival to commemorate him, and politically, at the age of 22, he has already achieved the current Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Internal Affairs, Prime Minister level, can be said to be a peerless genius.

At that time, the king he served was not a master, but he was loyal and dedicated, and the king even listened to slander and exiled the genius twice, but every time the country was in trouble, the genius would do his best regardless of his past suspicions until the country was really going to perish.

He was powerless to return to heaven, and could not bear to see the country he loved so much go to ruin, and finally die for his country, and several of my scholarly friends were full of admiration when they talked about him.

After listening to their introductions, I felt that this genius was martyred not by the king, but by the country, and that he had tied everything he had to the country he loved so much, and lived and died together.

It is this kind of great love that can bloom the brightest light in the soul.

As we all know, China has always been a strong and prosperous country in history, but later suffered the most serious and cruel war in history in modern times, or in the modern world war, China is undoubtedly the biggest victim.

The fire in the eyes of that young man may be the deep love for the motherland, the same love as Qu Yuan, the deep love of living and dying together, so it will shock everyone.

Then I thought about it, and it should be the light that should be ready to be reborn from the fire.

After writing this article, I decided to close my pen for a while, because I was going to that ancient and mysterious oriental country to learn more about his culture, his history, because this experience made me realize my ignorance.

Finally, I would like to thank that teenager again for giving me a new goal before the midlife crisis came.

His name is very good, called Wang Yao, this name means bright and bright, and it is very suitable for him.

At the same time, I also like the name that my scholars gave Qu Yuan 'vanilla beauty'

Mr. Wang Yao has already given it the 'vanilla beauty'.

Finally, I hope to have the opportunity to see Mr. Wang Yao's performance again in the future.

In fact, the quintessence of the Dragon Kingdom is very good, but Minister Xu. ’

- Time, Louis Dumont

After Wang Yao came down from the operating table in the hospital, a special article was sent to him by He Saifei, originally Wang Yao didn't want to read it, but the atmosphere in the ward was too embarrassing, so he had to read the newspaper to relieve the embarrassment.

Because after he went to the ward for observation from the plaster cast, Mao Weitao, He Saifei, and Xu Feng in the room all stared at him silently and did not speak.

Wang Yao put down the newspaper with one hand, glanced at the faces of the three people, and swallowed his saliva, "This report came out quite quickly, can I win glory for the country?"

He Saifei frowned slightly.

"What do you think?" Mao Weitao asked with a frowning glance at Xu Feng.

"What?" Wang Yao asked knowingly.

"Jump off the stage. Mao Weitao was too lazy to be poor with him, and his tone was a little angry.

Seeing that the three of them were really angry, Wang Yao smiled and scratched his head, "If I say that the stage is wrong, do you believe it?"

"Hmph. Xu Feng snorted heavily.

Wang Yao's body trembled, and he sneered, "Actually, I don't believe it, I'm so good." ”

"yes, there's no pressure to even sit on twenty volleys and flip back. He Saifei sneered.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, frowned, and said seriously, "Seriously, acting really can't be too involved and uncontrollable." ”

"Are you trying to say that you're going mad?" He Saifei squinted, his gaze cold.

"Well, the landing distance I originally planned, the endurance and everything are completely OK, but I didn't think about it, the wise man must have a mistake. Wang Yao patted his thigh with remorse.

"You're a fool, and you're wise. Mao Weitao couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"When you go back, take a break. Xu Feng said.