Chapter Seventy-Five: This is the opera

The crowd was in a mess, and a girl stood up, "I understand what you sing, it's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and the guqin sound is what you imitate?"

"Do you understand?" asked Wang Yao with a smile. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I've heard the lyrics of 'Phoenix Seeking Phoenix'. The girl said, "I don't understand what you are singing, I'm from the north." ”

Wang Yao smiled, "So, you don't understand because you don't understand, and I don't understand because I don't understand, not because of the problem of this opera itself." But can you hear the emotion in the duet we just had?"

Everyone nodded.

"Opera is like this, there are emotions, even if you can't understand the words, you can hear and see the emotions of the characters from it, whether it is sad or happy, good or bad, this is opera, this is tradition. Wang Yao chuckled.

"Is this tradition?" the girl asked.

"This is what I understand, the unique tradition of our Chinese nation, freehand. Wang Yao said softly, "Our nation has always been a subtle nation, so many things are expressed in a freehand way, our art is like this, painting, poetry, and opera, are all a way of expression." ”

"But the traditions of the ancients are because of the backwardness of thinking, and now they are all new eras. The girl asked, puzzled.

"This has nothing to do with backwardness and advancedness, this is the root problem, I am used to calling it uniqueness, for example, do you want to have no personality yourself?" Wang Yao asked with a smile.

The girl froze and shook her head.

"So, subtlety is not a kind of backwardness, it is a kind of personality. Wang Yao said with a smile, "It is precisely because of these personalities that we are a cohesive nation, and if there are no such personalities, then this nation will cease to exist." ”

The old principal nodded approvingly, but the students were all talking about it, and they seemed to be a little unconvinced.

A boy stood up and asked, "The question you said is a bit on the line, first global convergence, an earth concept, does it also need personality?"

"Global convergence is a civilizational trend, and it has nothing to do with culture. Wang Yao said with a smile, "Civilization is from the perspective of species, and in general, all living beings are equal, so why are there animals going extinct? Because their civilization has converged with human civilization, and this convergence has caused extinction." ”

The boy was stunned, "This is a paradox, they are extinct because the law of the jungle eats the strong." ”

Wang Yao frowned slightly, "If there is such a concept, I think it is better for civilization not to converge, because convergence that is not premised on respect is aggression, just like fascism, just like imperialism in the East." ”

The boy's face rose, and the boy next to him stood up, "What do you say about the opera itself?"

"Yes, it is a national tragedy that as an art that expresses the individuality of a nation, it is not well known by the descendants of the nation. Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

"I don't agree with this, in the process of modernization, it is understandable that some things are eliminated. The boy frowned and said.

"I don't want our opera to be eliminated until Western opera, drama and mime are eliminated. Wang Yao smiled.

All the old people on the stage were dazzled.

The students in the audience also started to talk.

Yes, Western dramas, mimes, and operas have not been eliminated, so why should we eliminate opera?

"Off topic?" He Saifei poked Wang Yao and whispered.

The discussion of the students in the audience made Wang Yao smile, at least these peers can still distinguish between right and wrong.

"I think you have a lot of truth in that. The following discussion became louder and louder, and the old principal stood up and said with a smile, "Elimination refers to the change of an era, opera is at the same time as those Western arts, even older than them, and has been circulated for a longer time, so it must be eliminated, and everything in this same era will be eliminated, but in the West, opera is still an art that every school organizes to watch every semester, and you have never even heard of it." ”

The principal's speech quieted the students, who seemed to be a little ashamed.

"It's not your fault, it's our fault, because we have also forgotten the opera, and we have forgotten the expression that belongs to our nation. The old principal said in a deep voice, "Fortunately, it's not too late, and there are young people like Xiang Wang Yao who like opera." ”

Wang Yao bowed to the principal.

"Now, do you know what opera is?" the old headmaster replied, turning his head to look at the students.

The students were talking, and finally one boy raised his hand.

"Opera may be a tradition that we have misunderstood, because we seem to have forgotten the individuality and particularity of the nation, blindly pursuing the so-called trends, but forgetting the whirlpool in the depths of those trends. The boy said loudly, "I may not like opera, but I will look for other national personalities, and opera is just one of these personalities." ”

This boy's point of view not only refutes Wang Yao's promotion, but also agrees with the real problem, which makes the old principal very proud, at least one student with ideas, so as not to let Wang Yao suppress him.

Wang Yao is also very happy, it is rare to meet a peer who can read so clearly, "Calligraphy, painting, opera, cross talk, storytelling, Chinese culture is broad and profound, there is always something suitable for you." ”

The boy looked at Wang Yao in some surprise.

"Opera is just a culture that nourishes and continues the foundation of this nation, and maybe one day it will be eliminated by the times, but I hope that at that time, it will belong to the foundation of the nation, and there will be another cultural nourishment, which is the purpose of the existence of opera, a continuation, and a warning. Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

The old principal took the lead in applauding, and then everyone applauded, making Wang Yao a little embarrassed.

"What is culture? Culture is a kind of thinking, and I hope that from today onwards, you will learn to think, preferably objectively. The old principal finally summed it up, "But Wang Yao did digress." ”

The crowd laughed.

"Returning to the opera itself, I believe that people's aesthetics will not deceive people, what sounds good is good, what is ugly is ugly, and there will be a difference between good and bad in any kind of thing, if there is a problem with the song itself, and you force others to like it, it is a moral kidnapping, it is a moral crime. Wang Yao pursed his lips, a little shy, "The repertoire we performed just now is still good, right?"

"It's good-looking!" Wang Yao received a unified reply this time.

Wang Yao let out a sigh of relief, "I've been very nervous, I'm afraid it won't look good." ”

"You're so handsome, why are you so unconfident?" said one of the girls.

"These are two questions. Wang Yao touched his face, "I will be proud to praise me like this." ”

He Saifei shook his head with a small face.

"In addition to aesthetics, the role of opera should have other functions, and it is a form of expression just like today's television. Wang Yao smiled and introduced, "The development of opera has existed since the primitive tribes, that is, the Stone Age, when people will use body language to express joy after eating and drinking, and those operas that were formed at the beginning were for the sacrifice to the heavens, such as the "Song" in the "Book of Songs" and the nine songs of "Chu Ci", all of which were opera lyrics that appeared for sacrifice. However, with the progress of Chinese civilization, it gradually shifted from entertaining gods to entertaining people. ”

"From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, there was a 'hundred operas' that are some of the daily melodramas made up by the working people, these dramas are natural, there are no rules, but the love of the working people behind them, this is the enlightenment period of the opera" Wang Yao paused "the ancestor of the civilization pear orchard Tang Minghuang, at that time he liked this form of opera, in a place called the pear garden raised a large number of opera people, in the late Tang Dynasty, the opera was officially compiled. ”

The students below listened quietly.

"During the Song and Jin dynasties, opera already had a singing form and a regular tune, which laid the foundation for the later Yuan miscellaneous opera. Wang Yao licked his lips, and many girls below swallowed saliva, "From Yuan miscellaneous opera to the legend of the Ming Dynasty, to the final Southern opera, opera is officially defined, but starting from the roots, these have been with the descendants of China for thousands of years. ”

"And in the Ming Dynasty, the most important figure of opera was also born, the drama master named after Shakespeare in the West, Tang Xianzu, this person left the "Peony Pavilion" This kind of swan song for the ages, but this play, I won't either, every word in it has allusions, I don't know if you students who study literature are interested. Wang Yao smiled.

"Southern opera is the ancestor of a hundred operas, and later developed local operas, and by the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were more than 500 kinds of local operas in the country. Wang Yao said with a smile, "But unfortunately, there are only more than 200 kinds that can be passed down now." ”

After Wang Yao finished speaking, everyone gasped and felt sorry.

"It's a pity, but there was no way at that time, the war couldn't support artists, but now it's different, in peacetime, but every day there will be theater troupes going out of business, this question is worth pondering. Wang Yao said softly, "Finally, make an advertisement, welcome to learn about opera, whether it is Peking Opera, Kunqu Opera, or our Yue Opera, there is always one that can attract you, and our opera is not the same as the current pop culture, as long as you fall in love with opera, you can love it for a lifetime and reminisce for a lifetime, because you can see a piece of history and an era in the play." ”

Wang Yao introduced the history of the development of opera, and finally introduced Xia Yue Opera separately, ended the speech, and the rest was for the old principal to talk about the interesting things about opera when he was young.

I have to say that this principal knows the art of language very well.

Finally, with the students' farewell, the first performance ended.

Sitting in Mao Weitao's car, Wang Yao lay on the back seat and sighed.

Mao Weitao glanced at Wang Yao, who was like a pig, and chuckled, "What's wrong? ”

"Am I also dedicated myself to art?" Wang Yao chuckled, and the rear door was opened by He Saifei.

"Hey, my sister told me to lie in the back for a while. Wang Yao hurriedly said.

He Saifei said goodbye to the teacher outside with a smile, and sat on Wang Yao's waist, and Wang Yao, who was in pain, gasped.

"By car. He Saifei said to Mao Weitao.

Mao Weitao shook his head with a smile and started the car.

"Take it off yourself, or will I help you take it off?" He Saifei sat on Wang Yao's waist and said sadly.

Wang Yao's body trembled, his little face suddenly turned red to the root of his ears, and he pulled the hem of his shirt with a shy face, "Senior sister, this is not good." ”

"So much nonsense. He Saifei frowned and looked anxious, and patted Wang Yao's left shoulder blade hard.

"Hmm!" Wang Yao let out a doctor's muffled snort, and then lay half-dead on the back seat, letting He Saifei rip off his clothes.