"It's done, you stop, don't babble!"

Huang Guolun couldn't stand it anymore and stopped Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang cheekily gave the students a look.

The students at the bottom immediately became energetic.

applauded Zhang Liang vigorously and cheered:

"Wow! Zhang Liang sings so well!

"Zhang Liang, you are possessed by the god of song today!

"Zhang Liang, you have finally found your own way to sing!"

"The first time I heard such a nice "Why Are Flowers So Red", I ...... I was so moved......! "The student who said this with a clear conscience suddenly found that he almost vomited nauseously.

Some classmates supported him, and Zhang Liang trembled as soon as he saw it.

Just like the conductor of the orchestra, he fanned his hands upwards and asked the students in rhythm, "Do I sing well?"

"Okay—listen!"

"Who do you say, 'Who am I singing like?'"

"Zheng-Jun!"

Such a unified question and answer made Huang Guolun shocked, and finally figured out what was going on.

This group of children must have discussed it, this is teasing him!

Even if he is deaf, he can hear it, this is Zheng Jun, and the negative jun is about the same.

Zhang Liang twisted his neck with great difficulty, and proudly asked Huang Guolun for credit: "How is it? Mr. Huang, you are scared by me! You must not have thought that I have the blood of Chinese rock in my bones!"

"Good. ”

Huang Guolun nodded at Zhang Liangliang, with a secretive smile, took a sip of water from the teacup, and said in a slow tone: "Since you love to listen to Zhang Liang sing so much, I won't lecture in this class." No, I won't be teaching any more classes in the future. Let's just listen to Zhang Liang sing all the time, let him sing for you for a semester, do you say okay? As long as you can listen to it, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman and listen with you. ”

These words are like a bombshell, which was directly detonated for the sophomore (5) class of high school!

Zhang Liang was dumbfounded, and the classmates below were even more dumbfounded.

said that he would let Mr. Huang sing, how did it become Zhang Liang singing a semester song?

Who can stand this Nima!

The students below broke out one after another, and the spearhead was pointed at Zhang Liang.

Liu Zhongjie was the first to shout: "Zhang Liang, didn't you tell Teacher Huang about it? Why did you become singing!"

Liu Lu shouted: "Yes, Zhang Liang, you tricked us into playing?"

Zhang Liang said anxiously: "Teacher Huang, we didn't say that before! Didn't you say that if I sang like Zheng Jun, I wouldn't have to sing in the rest of this semester?

These words made the students at the bottom explode!

They were originally given anti-routines by Zhang Liang!

"Zhang Liang, you're a bastard!

"Students, everyone raised their hands to vote for Zhang Liang's expulsion from the class!"

"Teacher Huang, Zhang Liang is shameless, you must not harm us! We don't want to hear him sing, we want to hear you sing!"

"Students, take the book and hack Zhang Liang to death!"

The angry atmosphere is almost catching up with the public outrage caused by Zhang Liang eating in public.

Zhang Liang retracted his neck into the fixer and said bitterly: "Students, don't worry, let me discuss it with Teacher Huang again." ”

Huang Guolun was not angry and said arrogantly: "Don't discuss with me. You colluded with your classmates to shake me up, do you really think I am you?"

Zhang Liang hurriedly said: "No, Mr. Huang, don't I sing like Zheng Jun?

There was no need for Huang Guolun to give a reply, and the classmates below rioted first: "Zhang Liang, don't disgust us! You sing like Mao Zhengjun! Nicholas Zhao Si sings better than you!"

"Zhang Liang, get back quickly! Don't block Teacher Huang anymore!"

"Teacher Huang, you should sing a song to calm our injured feelings!"

"Zhang Liang sang the flowers into cow dung, Mr. Huang, you can help us sing the flowers again!"

"Let's let Mr. Huang sing one for everyone, okay?"

"Mr. Huang, sing a ...... Teacher Huang, sing a ...... Teacher Huang, sing one!"

The students ignored Zhang Liang and began to attack Huang Guolun collectively.

Teacher Huang waved his hand at everyone: "Don't make a fool of yourself. Tossing with Zhang Liang, just to make me sing?"

Cui Li stood up as the class president and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, we shouldn't be acting with Zhang Liang, but we really want to hear you sing to us." ”

The classmates next to you expressed their opinions one by one: "Yes, Mr. Huang, isn't music class supposed to let us enjoy beautiful music? The song you sing is the most beautiful music, and we all want to hear you sing." ”

Huang Guolun was a little embarrassed to say this.

He asked Zhang Liang to return to his seat first, and then he was "punished" next week!

After that, these students who looked forward to the stars and the moon said: "Don't pat me on the back, if you want to hear me sing, no problem, it's not a difficult thing." But you have to listen carefully first, music lessons are not only about appreciating music, but also about understanding music and knowing how to appreciate it. ”

Huang Guolun returned to the main topic of today's lesson preparation: "The music history of our Chinese nation has a long history, but it is a pity that it has not been passed down to this day. You have all studied the "Book of Songs", the "Wind", "Ya", and "Song" in the "Book of Songs", each of which has a completely different style and function, they are either used for political education, or religious sacrifices, and some are purely for entertainment. But it's a pity that only the poems and texts of the "Book of Songs" we see today have been preserved, and the matching score has long been lost, which makes people sigh. Confucius practiced the Book of Music ......"

Huang Guolun mentioned the word "Book of Music" and made Zhang Liang laugh at several naughty boys.

Zhang Liang took the lead in questioning: "Mr. Huang, as far as I know, Confucius is a man, right? How can he have menstruation? Are you mistaken?"

Huang Guolun glared at Zhang Liang: "You don't interrupt me, I'm talking about the "Book of Music", one of the "Six Classics", which is the treasure of ancient Chinese music, but unfortunately it has not been handed down." It is said that in the third or sixth year, Xi'an had unearthed the fragments of the "Book of Music", but at that time there was an incident in Xi'an that changed China, this chaos, the excavation of the "Book of Music" was gone, and the "Book of Music" was no longer available. ”

As a native Chinese musician, the loss of "The Book of Music" is really a pity for Huang Guolun.

After lamenting, he continued to lecture to the students: "Ancient southern folk songs such as "Chu Ci", narrative poems of Han Yuefu, and then later Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the division and combination of songs and ballads, and the flourishing and declining Tang poems and Song lyrics, these are all treasures of ancient Chinese music, but unfortunately they have been passed down to this day, and there are only words left, and there is no musical score. We can no longer feel how brilliant Chinese music was back then. ”

Huang Guolun's sigh made the students listen quite seriously.

A girl in the front row asked, "Mr. Huang, aren't there ten ancient songs in China that have been handed down? It's not that nothing has been handed down, right?"

"At present, the so-called top ten classical songs we hear, according to research, may have been handed down from the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Although they are also hundreds of years old, no one can say whether these songs were what they looked like thousands of years ago. Even if it is, it's only a tiny fraction of the grandeur of Chinese classical music. ”

Huang Guokun opened the textbook and began to give a formal lecture to the students: "Top Ten Classical Songs - "High Mountains and Flowing Water", "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms", "Spring River Flower and Moon Night", "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace", "Yangchun White Snow", "Fisherman's Q&A", "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", "Guangling San", "Flat Sand and Falling Geese", "Ambush on All Sides" Just hearing these names is already fascinating, coupled with the elegance of the sound and the beauty of Chinese charm played by traditional Chinese instruments, these are the essence of traditional Chinese music that we can inherit at present.

"Back then, Boya stroked the piano by the river, and only Zhong Ziqi understood the majesty of the mountain. The water is deep; the spring river rises at the beginning of the month, a leaf flat boat, a little fishing fire, floating with the water under the moon; the cold plum welcomes the frost and snow, the shadow makes the moon, the dark fragrance is mild, the Qingqi is upright; the desolation of leaving the hometown is mixed with the thoughts after parting, such as crying and complaining, trapped in an ambush on all sides, listening to the songs on all sides, there is no power to pull out the mountain, but it is a pity that the hero is short of breath, farewell to his concubine, how painful it is; the autumn moon and autumn wind and autumn night are long, and the shadow wanders and misses his hometown, so lonely, how can Qing be embarrassed; since Ji Kang passed away, Guangling San, which has been extinct since then, reproduces the chivalrous courage of the Nie Zheng Assassin King in the past, and people are fortunate to see it today, which can be described as very fortunate！……”

Huang Guolun impassionedly told the students about the top ten classical songs, which was half an hour.

At first, the students could still listen attentively.

But seeing that the time was passing minute by minute, and the class was about to end, Huang Guolun only cared about the lecture and did not sing to them, and the students began to feel a little distracted.

Guan Qiangguo couldn't hold back at first, and took the opportunity to ask a question to give Huang Guolun advice: "Teacher Huang, after listening to you, we all know how beautiful Chinese music is in words, can you sing us some ancient songs in an entertaining way?"

Huang Guolun said: "These ancient songs are all musical scores, and they can't be sung. Only "Fisherman's Q&A" has been filled in, but when it is sung, the charm is lost. ”

Guan Qiangguo did not give up: "You don't want to sing the top ten ancient songs." You sang Tang poems and Song lyrics to us, weren't they all sung back then? The score is gone, but you're so talented, try to rewrite the poems. ”

Liu Zhongjie echoed and said: "Yes, Mr. Huang, music can't just rely on talking, you have to let us enjoy it, so that we can really feel how broad and profound Chinese music is." Students, are you right?"

"——! right"

"Mr. Huang, sing a ...... Teacher Huang, sing a ...... Teacher Huang, sing one!"

Today, the students of the second (5th) class of high school are like twisting into a rope, and they have to ask Huang Guolun to sing.

Bai Yao also clapped and coaxed her classmates.

Although it is a bit difficult to let Huang Guolun sing ancient music, Bai Yao believes that with Huang Guolun's musical talent, such a small request will not be difficult for him.

When Huang Guolun looked at Bai Yao, Bai Yao actually nodded to Huang Guolun with a snicker, and asked Huang Guolun with gentle and subtle eyes to satisfy the ardent hopes of his classmates!