Principal Zhou felt that the voices around him disappeared all of a sudden, and understood that this was the cultivator's method, but Principal Zhou smiled, originally he was not prepared to say too much, everything was for Lin Xuan to understand by himself, although the above was relieved now, but they still couldn't be allowed to talk about it......

"Literature in the past is literature, no matter what literature says, it only represents personal opinions, if literature adds other things, then this literature is not pure, how can impure literature develop? It is already very good to be able to develop into what it is now...... Principal Zhou sighed and said: "Think about what you heard and read when you were a child...... Maybe you think of something, and these should always be what you see......"

"Actually, what we are grateful for is the opportunity you have created, this opportunity is to pull literature on its original track, as for how far it can go, it depends on the efforts of later generations...... Principal Zhou sighed and smiled.

Speaking of which, Principal Zhou didn't say anything more, although Principal Zhou had seen through the world, but the habit over the years still made Principal Zhou not break everything, and Principal Zhou still hoped that Lin Xuan could see through it himself, not completely from himself, no matter what the conclusion he finally came to, it was always his own thing......

Lin Xuan saw that Principal Zhou didn't speak anymore and quietly removed the soundproof barrier, the time of this sentence was very short, and Lin Xuan's spiritual power was strong enough, and the others did not notice their abnormality...... Lin Xuan gradually fell into contemplation, what Principal Zhou said Lin Xuan had never thought about, he knew that Principal Zhou did not speak thoroughly, I am afraid it was also because he had been subject to too many constraints, and a period of freedom could not make him completely abandon his past habits.

The performance of the opening ceremony is very shocking, it can be seen that the directors and actors are very attentive, the whole opening ceremony is based on the theme of ancient style, from ancient times, constantly advancing, little by little, scene by scene, as if walking through the time and space tunnel, Confucius and Mencius Laozhuang, a hundred schools of thought contend......

Just like the arrangement of the books in the venue below, this opening ceremony is to take you to review the history and civilization of China, and occasionally there are some wonderful music scores, poems and ...... This is the score of the ancient melody found by the experts from the ancient books, and the poems of ancient China are actually to be sung with music, but these tunes are basically lost, and now only words are left for us to enjoy.

But the records of the Xuanyuan tribe are still very detailed, these scores are not as concise as modern ones, but they have been cracked by our powerful experts, and there are many of these old gentlemen who are proficient in music, and they have obtained these scores like treasures...... The things that Lin Xuan brought back still touched many people, they were all pure people, purely moved by the smell of the Tao......

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan was also attracted by the performance in the field, looking at the actors who worked hard to perform, this opening ceremony can be said to be fast, it is only three or four months before he takes these things out of the Xuanyuan tribe, and these people don't have time to accelerate in their own space...... At this time, the will of a country is strong.

The familiar melody sounded, like clouds and water, light and dingdong, moisturizing the heart......

"Summer cicadas and winter snow, but a glimpse of reincarnation

Enlightenment and cultivation, regardless of the fate of life

The white paper scroll, a few brushstrokes to paint the depth of the rivers and lakes

It's hard to paint you, and you don't have a dusty face

......

I can't sleep at night, and my heart is still haunting for whom

The bamboo curtain of lights is swaying in the wind in the dream

The moon is like practice, and the sea has become a mulberry field for thousands of years

It does not speak, it does not speak of the extinction of fate......"

Lin Xuan's eyes moved, this was Xu Song coming up and prolonging it...... Speaking of which, Xu Song was proposed by Lin Xuan to sing, Lin Xuan likes Xu Song very much, a music poet, he usually does not participate in any activities in the entertainment industry, but just writes and sends songs...... Lin Xuan felt that this was a pure singer, a true poet...... Each of the lyrics he writes is very deep and meaningful...... In particular, Lin Xuan's ancient songs are Lin Xuan's favorites...... At least Lin Xuan thought that Xu Song, an ancient Chinese song, was unique, so Lin Xuan directly recommended Xu Song...... Lin Xuan's opinion is still very important, and after weighing it, the organizer invited Xu Song, and Xu Song's appearance pulled Lin Xuan back to reality from his contemplation......

"If the people who love them through the ages, they turn their backs

Who cares about me if I miss happiness

Ruoyi laughed for thousands of years, because of love, obsessed and confused

and do not repent of being your believer......"

A faint lazy dust, Xu Song wore a Hanfu and sang this song "Eternal" affectionately, Lin Xuan once saw a push that I didn't know who wrote it, saying that Xu Song was already angry...... At that time, Lin Xuan didn't care too much, Xu Song never surprised people's attitude, facts speak louder than words, and the harmony and singing of countless people on the scene have proved that pure music will never go out of style......

Looking at Xu Song, who had a dusty temperament and a handsome smile on his face, Lin Xuan suddenly felt what real literature was, Xu Song's songs Lin Xuan had basically heard of them, Lin Xuan basically didn't chase stars or anything, but Xu Song's words Lin Xuan would basically study them seriously...... Xu Song's lyrics include criticism, exposure, love and landscape......

Perhaps it is the complexity of this earthly world that makes many people like Xu Song's songs and lyrics...... Pure music, pure literature, perhaps this should be the original track of literature, should not be influenced by fame and fortune or some upper-class factors, but should be something that truly expresses one's heart......

Laugh through the ages, or laugh at the ages...... The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth also brought a smile.

A friend told me, Xu Song, you always bury yourself in writing songs, creating, and releasing albums, and you don't integrate into the entertainment industry, nor do you participate in any activities, you have no way out by simply making music, but you see that countless people are singing this song with me, and you have helped me prove that just burying your head in writing songs and making music has a way out...... The next song, ...... between the mountains and rivers" Xu Song smiled and bowed to all the audience......

Although the opening ceremony was very grand, it was not just a performance by singers or dancers like the previous opening ceremonies, and a section was added to let the singers or dancers briefly describe their relationship with ancient texts, which suddenly shortened the distance between the audience and the performers, and made the audience have a strong sense of empathy.

The sound of thunder was accompanied by the tune of the guzheng, and an indifferent breath came to the face......

"Last night, the same door gathered, pushing the cup and changing the lamp

Today, the tea is cold and the wine is cold, and the rhetoric becomes a joke

Half a life is in vain, and the inscription is perfect

......

Secluded between the mountains and rivers, the oath and the fame are scattered

On the bluestone slab by the lake, an oil-paper umbrella

The traveler stopped to fold the flowers, and soaked the silk

The trees are full of jade petals, but the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are obsessed

The flowers and rain chase the same as the dust, and the fate is still chaotic

......

Falling flowers and rain, your fluttering beauty

The fragrance of flowers reminds me of the past

I am willing, turning duckweed into the middle of the lake

Only with you, the ripples of the years

The ancient wood and sandalwood are small, and the scriptures are recited slowly

The brocade dress is a torch, and the thick sleeves are as wide as the heart

The music of the piano in the forest is euphemistic, and the mountains understand my joys and sorrows

Tears fell like rain, only to know that the past was cut continuously

......

Falling flowers and rain, your fluttering beauty

The fragrance of flowers reminds me of the past

I am willing, turning duckweed into the middle of the lake

Only with you, the ripples of the years

......

Falling flowers and rain, you are floating in the world

The evening breeze blows sharply, and the wrinkles are too ruthless

I am willing, turning the quicksand into the lake embankment

Only accompany you, waiting for the rotation of spring and summer

......

Falling flowers and rain, who hides deep in the landscape

Falling flowers and rain, who is hidden deep in my heart......"

Between the mountains and rivers, talk about the past and the present, and laugh at the clouds and clouds...... Perhaps this is the greatest luck of the literati, turning into a wisp of duckweed, swimming gently in the middle of the lake, between heaven and earth, things and I forget, maybe this is literature......