Chapter 239 The play begins. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I took a shower and slept in bed, and when I woke up the next day, I could open the curtains to see the beach outside, the tall modern buildings in the distance, and the blue sky.

Seriously, the sky here is almost as blue as the sky in Tibet.

After tidying up, Wang Yao went to the hotel to inquire about his breakfast, during which several foreigners came to greet him curiously and asked what was going on with the clothes on Wang Yao's body.

After all, Hanfu is still very attractive to foreigners, and the exquisite artificial embroidery above is far from being comparable to machine embroidery, not to mention the amazing stitching of Suzhou embroidery.

Wang Yao patiently introduced Hanfu and embroidery, and after a while, a group of people gathered around him.

"Why do you like to attract bees and butterflies wherever you go?" He Saifei saw that Wang Yao's side was almost gone, and came over and muttered.

"What do you mean by me attracting bees and butterflies?" Wang Yao frowned and said, "I'm introducing and promoting Chinese culture." ”

"Hmph, promote it, promote it, what do you touch on other girls?" Kong Ping came over with coffee and chuckled.

"Sister, your words are becoming more and more malicious. Wang Yao rolled his eyes, "I made a comparison with her, what is the unity of heaven and man." ”

"I think it's good for Xiao Yao to be like this, it's good to know a foreign language. Mao Weitao smiled: "I really envy your good brain." ”

"When we are more developed, you are coming to Sydney on a business trip, and you will have no problem communicating for a year. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Have you ever been abroad?" asked Kong Ping curiously.

"Didn't Senior Sister Mao say that I was a scholar? Wang Yao raised his chin proudly.

"Huh, have you finished eating?" He Saifei chuckled and pinched Wang Yao's chin.

"Hmm. Wang Yao stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.

"I think you're getting smaller. Mao Weitao looked at Wang Yao and said.

Wang Yaoleng paused, it seems that it is true, the amount of food during this time is not so terrible, "Maybe the body is finished." ”

"Well, it's possible, but I'm used to eating like a pig, and I'm really a little uncomfortable with you eating this now. He Saifei said.

"You're worried that there will be no one to eat for you when you order too much. Wang Yao muttered.

"What are you talking about?" He Saifei raised his eyebrows.

"Let's go, let's go. Wang Yao got up and changed the subject.

The Sydney Opera House, a landmark building in Sydney, is made up of three sets of huge shells, and the shape is like a sail blown by the wind, and the location is surrounded by the sea on three sides, which is more in line with the symbolism of the building's appearance.

But in fact, the original design intention of the original designer of this building was not a shell or a sail, but a cut orange petal, which is a designer with a fairytale-like purity, and Wang Yao's first sense when he saw this building.

But walking into this building, Wang Yao's mood became a little heavy, because compared to the stunning innocence seen from a distance, the decoration inside seemed to be a little too rough and cheap.

Walking into this building, Wang Yao had a sense of familiarity, looked up at the ceiling, Wang Yao was surprised to find that the ceiling of the Sydney Opera House was actually the same arch and arrangement as the Changyin Pavilion.

This kind of building is to let the sound effect reverberate and spread naturally, and the theater buildings in ancient China are covered with this kind of dougong.

Later, Wang Yao checked that when designing the interior of the Sydney Opera House, Jon Wu Zhong, he referred to Huaxia's "Building the French Style", and the shape of the Sydney Opera House would give people a feeling of non-supporting support, and for the sake of internal stability, excluding the use of huge columns, Huaxia's dougong technology seemed to be the best way.

However, during the construction of the Sydney Opera House, the Australian regime was in turmoil at the time, and Jon Woo was forced to leave Sydney due to some 'force majeure' and was taken over by another designer.

At the same time, it also made the interior of the Sydney Opera House become Wang Yao's rough feeling now, and the official reason given was that the cost of the Sydney Opera House exceeded the original budget by fourteen times, so Jon Wu Zhong was forced to leave.

But in the world, several buildings of the Sydney Opera House were maintained by Jon Wuzhong and some celebrities, and the real reason was force majeure.

The building took 14 years to build, but the original designer did not receive an official invitation to inaugurate the building, nor did he mention that his name was next to the Sydney Opera House.

So, until he died, Jon Woo never returned to Sydney to look at the work that had poured all his fairy tales into, or what he might have thought was not the one he had designed in the first place.

Wang Yao is deeply sympathetic to what happened to Jon Wuzhong, and standing in the Sydney Opera House, Wang Yao can find a sense of familiarity and intimacy in this Western building, which still makes Wang Yao very grateful.

The Sydney Opera House won the Pritzker Prize, the highest 'Nobel' award in architecture.

Wang Yao can also understand that Jon Wuzhong refused to accept the award.

And I heard that Yoen Wu Zhong was a fan of Master Lin Yutang, a language master, and even his daughter was named Lin.

Moreover, Wang Yao feels that the interior of the Sydney Opera House designed by Jon Woo always has traces of Taoist culture.

The performance venue is in the opera hall, there are about 1500 positions, the stage is still very spacious, the set of the opera is much simpler than the pattern, sometimes a set of tables and chairs or desks can be, the right side of the stage is the upper door, the left side is the lower door, a reincarnation indicates the scene transition, and there is no need to turn off the lights and return the props when the opera is changed.

But this time Wang Yao prepared a little more, because they are all literary dramas, so the scope of activities is not too large, so Wang Yao divided the stage into three sections, exterior, indoor, and boudoir, and only one place was lit up during the performance.

This is a test for the actors, because the audience can see other venue props, and it is difficult to avoid being distracted, and they need to catch the audience's attention.

The rehearsal went smoothly, they were all veteran actors, and they just needed to be familiar with the size of the venue.

On the day of the performance, Wang Yao, who put on a costume and dressed up, suddenly became a little nervous when he sat in front of the mirror.

He Saifei took the dotted green head and gestured on Wang Yao's wig, muttered for a long time and found that Wang Yao did not translate, and looked down to see that Wang Yao was actually distracted, and patted him, "What do you think?"

Wang Yao's body trembled, and he came back to his senses and frowned slightly, "Startle me, why don't you intervene." ”

Now Wang Yao's gestures have a gentle temperament from the outside to the inside, like a beautiful good wife and mother, so he frowned, and even He Saifei's heart jumped, "I just asked you how to insert it, you were in a daze, now blame me?"

Wang Yao smiled, picked up the hairpin and gestured, and plugged it in, "Let's follow this ratio." ”

"What were you thinking just now, so beautiful by yourself?" He Saifei asked with a smile, shaking Wang Yao with a step.

"I was a little nervous. Wang Yao smiled: "I'm not stage fright, am I?"

"How do I know. He Saifei looked at Wang Yao, "Well, what a charming little wife." ”

Wang Yao shook his head slightly, and the pendant swayed in his steps, which was particularly moving.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yao quietly clenched his fists.

..........

"Li, help send it, there is a code behind the seat, this is the translation of the lines waiting for later. Dimon held a box and handed it to a white boy.

"What is this?" asked the white lad, taking the box, confused.

"It's the translation of the show. Dimon laughed.

"And a translator, not English?" the white boy was stunned.

"This is the culture of Chinese people, isn't it strange to sing in English?" Dimon smiled and patted his head, "Take your hair." ”

The white boy muttered, hugged the box and began to send it.

This box is full of scripts translated by Wang Yao in various languages, fortunately, there are no niche languages in the performance, otherwise he really wouldn't have time to learn it.

"It's yours. Dimon took his position in the front row and handed the notebook to Shari.

"What is this?" Shari took it and flipped it open, stunned, "Who translated this?" ”

"I don't know, it was given to me by Wang Yao. Dumont laughed, "He always surprises me with all sorts of things." ”

"Does he speak Czech?" Shari looked at in surprise, "and familiar. ”

"I don't know if he translated it, but the box he gave me had more than a dozen languages in it. Dimon shrugged, "Maybe it's the translators in their country who help." ”

Shari nodded, "If a person knows so many languages, it should be protected." ”

"His performance should also be disgusted by the table, touching the heartstrings. Dimon licked the corners of his lips, looking a little excited.

"Hey, man, calm down. Sari smiled and shook her head, "How did you get excited so easily?"

"It's been a long time since I've felt like discovering a new continent, and I feel like life is full of fun. Dimon laughed.

"Then you should come with me more, I have seen many strange and strange cultures in many countries. Shari laughed.

"Believe me, their operas are amazing too. Dimon laughed.

"Although there is a translator, to be honest, we can only taste the artistic conception, and it is really bragging to say that we have a good understanding. Sari smiled and shook her head, "But as long as it can be beautiful, it's fine." ”

"It's not just aesthetics. Dimon laughed.

The audience entered the venue one after another, and they were all specially invited VIPs, so order did not need to be maintained at all, and no one would fail to observe etiquette on this occasion.

But when I sat down and saw the book,Or let out some exclamations one after another,After all, the words of Huaxia were translated in the past,If the context and semantics of the translation are good,,It's very amazing。

The English translation of "When You Are Old" has made the Chinese people more experienced, and the Chinese poetry translation can also make them more experienced in the past.

It's not a question of the level of language, it's a question of beautiful artistic conception.

After the host tested the sound lighting on the stage, the lights of the audience dimmed, leaving only the lights of the stage part, shining on the bookcase, and then the melodious guzheng and drum beats sounded.

The sound of the guzheng is another charm for foreigners who are accustomed to hearing the sound of the guitar, which is particularly attractive.

"How can true color be jealous, and true talent begins to relieve mercy. Things are not the same kind of guesses, and they are like ridiculous. Although jealousy loses to women, infatuation also makes the skirt hairpin. Turning a jealous ruffian into an aesthetive is not an ordinary idiot. The mellow and gentle voice followed the melodious ancient sound on the stage, and all the audience were shocked.

The drama has begun.

PS: I'm sorry, I vomited and diarrhea in the hospital last night, I didn't change it, I was busy with code words today and didn't ask for leave, the body is the revolutionary capital, all book friends should pay attention to stomach maintenance, it's really important!

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