Chapter 52 051. Warriors and poems
"Teacher Yu, where shall we go?"
Getting into the car, Xu Xin directly clicked on the Audi's car navigation.
His car is a high-end car with navigation inside.
Then Yu Zhen said:
"Olympic Building. Do you know?"
"have no idea…"
Xu Xin shook his head, poked at the navigation for a while, found the navigation interface, clicked a few times and asked:
"this?"
"...North Fourth Ring Road, Haidian?"
Yu Zhen was also speechless after seeing this place, but she still nodded:
"This should be it."
"Um."
Xu Xin started the car directly.
Yu Zhen's family lives in the southern part of the city, beyond the third ring road. And now I want to go to the North Fourth Ring Road, Haidian District... Look at that place is almost to Tsinghua University, it is indeed a little far away.
Xu Xin doesn't care, just run.
As a result, as soon as I left the community, after a few turns and got on the ring road, I heard Yu Zhen ask:
"I'll take you there in a while, and you can shout whatever you want, and then don't ask too many questions, and don't keep staring at others. Be polite and humble, you know?"
"…ah?"
Xu Xin was taken aback for a moment, but immediately came to his senses, and subconsciously asked:
"Celebrity?"
Yu Zhen nodded:
"Well... Although I don't know who will pass by today, there is one person you must know."
"Who is it?"
"Zhang Yimou."
"..."
In an instant, a melody inexplicably appeared in Xu Xin's mind:
"His uncle and his second uncle beat him like his uncle, and the big bench and small pole beat like wood. Wood ~ his uncle~..."
He doesn't know where the melody came from, but it's more about some pictures... and mixed suona, wine jars, and tall red lanterns...
I also understood why Teacher Yu said these things to himself.
but…
"Teacher Yu, do you believe me when I say I don't follow stars?"
Yu Zhen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was taken aback:
"What? You don't like him?"
"I can't say whether I like it or not, but I am very happy."
"Why?"
"After all, that's Director Zhang. I can learn something from the cracks in my fingers~"
Xu Xin smiled with emotion, but immediately added:
"But according to you, today shouldn't be an occasion for small talk, right?"
"clever."
After feeling satisfied with her student's attitude since she heard that she was going to see Zhang Yimou, Yu Zhen praised her and felt relieved.
She was actually quite afraid that the child would lean on Zhang Yimou like a groupie when he saw Zhang Yimou...that would really embarrass an adult. And this was the main reason why she had to tell Xu Xin who she was going to see in advance.
I'm afraid that the child will be too excited and lose his own people.
Now I feel relieved a lot, so I don’t mind saying more:
"That's right, I went today. I was called by Director Ma Xingmin, one of the producers in charge of the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Organizing Committee. It was supposed to be next Monday, but who knows how it turned out to be today. Director Zhang came back, Director Ma called people from various project teams to hold a meeting... The meeting was held so hastily, I think there should be some news."
"What does the message refer to?"
"..."
Yu Zhen was silent for a moment, then said:
"Who will win the opening and closing ceremonies."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Xu Xin was startled.
But immediately a bigger surprise came out:
"Isn't it?"
"how?"
"...Mr. Yu, haven't you watched the closing ceremony of the Athens Olympics?"
"You mean the eight minutes of darkness?"
Yu Zhen looked helpless in her eyes.
"Eight Minutes of Darkness", this topic is definitely no stranger to the Chinese people who are about to host the Olympic Games.
It is talking about the closing ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games, which will host the next Olympic Games, during the closing ceremony of the Athens Olympic Games.
This is the program process of the Olympic Games. At the closing ceremony of each Olympic Games, the host of each Olympic Games will let people from the next host city perform a program for a few minutes to attract audiences from all over the world. At that time, the flag of the Olympic Games will be on display The previous host city descended and passed on to the next city.
Then there is a performance.
The 8-minute performance that year was choreographed by Zhang Yimou.
Strive to show the elements of the Celestial Dynasty. At the beginning of the performance, a group of girls in short cheongsams performed a lively dance with erhu, pipa and waist drums, and the music was "Jasmine Flower".
The pattern of the cheongsam worn by these girls is modeled after the Northeast cotton-padded jacket style. It is colorful... playing and dancing, and then a girl in brocade clothes performed double-flower acrobatics, followed by a group of people on stilts holding red Lanterns, plus Tai Chi, opera and so on...
Let's just put it this way, the whole thing is like a hodgepodge.
looks good?
Maybe it looks good to foreigners, because what Zhang Yimou shows is actually foreigners' understanding of the Celestial Dynasty.
But Tianchao's side is fried.
Overwhelming.
Old, vulgar, old-fashioned, biased against all kinds of vocabulary, no matter whether it is inside or outside the circle, it is really fierce to scold.
Originally, Zhang Yimou was one of the symbols that could represent the celestial dynasty in overseas film circles. With the addition of films such as "Hero", "Red Lantern", and "Red Sorghum", the public's expectations for him are almost full.
But after 8 minutes, many people were like a girl in a skirt whose bottom was lifted, revealing the fig leaf that made people angry.
Mountains and tsunamis scolded one after another.
Thus, the term "Eight Minutes of Darkness" came into being.
It has become an indelible pain in many people's perception of the Olympic Games.
After hearing what Yu Zhen said, Xu Xin nodded:
"right."
“…Then what do you think of that show?”
"Well…"
Xu Xin was thinking while driving.
After about half a minute, he said:
"I think it's okay. As far as the quality of the program is concerned, the Chinese elements shown in those eight minutes are enough to attract the attention of foreigners. Because the closing ceremony performance was originally intended to attract foreigners, and it can't be shown. From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with it. Isn’t that what foreigners know about us? Yenching operas, red lanterns, ancient costumes, etc. These are our artistic symbols abroad. So, just From this point of view, I don’t think there is anything wrong.”
"Then why are there so many people scolding?"
"Because the culture is not confident."
Xu Xin shook his head slightly:
"I also scolded, and felt that Director Zhang's things were too vulgar, and our country is not like this at all. But now think about it... It's only eight minutes, the purpose is to arouse everyone's interest, so it has to follow others. That’s probably what it means to lure pigs in and kill them, right? But the Olympic Games means so much to us. The common goal of all of us is to tell the world about our culture, history, heritage, and the current earth-shaking Variety…
We are short of this. You see, you usually do a big Yangko dance during the Chinese New Year. Everyone doesn’t think there is anything. That is an art treasure left by our ancestors. Even if you don't like it, you will find it lively and festive. But when we met foreigners and got involved in history, we were all suffocated, trying our best to let the world see a different version of us. As a result... After seeing the eight-minute performance, I realized that none of it was what I wanted... It would be no wonder if I didn't fry the pot. "
Now, Yu Zhen really admires Xu Xin.
Because this cognition is also her idea.
She thought so too.
Indeed, I have to admit that Director Zhang cannot do this in front of the people of the country.
Wrong way.
We should show our new, not those old things.
But according to her understanding, after that performance, many people rushed to the backstage to shake hands with Director Zhang.
told him himself:
"You have aroused our interest in going to China."
To put it bluntly, in those eight minutes, Director Zhang gave foreigners what they wanted to see.
So foreigners are satisfied.
But I didn’t give my own people what they wanted to see, so my own people were scolding.
That's the reason.
It has nothing to do with right or wrong. In the final analysis, it is actually the sentence that my student said:
“The culture is not confident.”
She thinks so.
but…
"So you think Director Zhang will not be accepted by the Olympic Organizing Committee?"
"Um."
Xu Xin nodded:
"After all, I was scolded so badly, I should change someone just to be on the safe side."
"Then who can I replace?"
Yu Zhen asked back, and then followed the question:
"At this time, what we need is a real warrior, isn't it?"
"Well, indeed."
Xu Xin felt the same way:
"Director Zhang can still move forward at this time, and that alone is admirable enough. But... I still think there is little hope. I heard that many big directors have submitted proposals. The "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Li An from "Dragon" is here."
"It was submitted..."
Yu Zhen curled her lips in disdain:
"But the problem is that some people have submitted proposals that really want to hold an Olympic Games that will be remembered by the world, while some people are here to dawdle... As you can imagine, there is a director who is also internationally famous. Did you just read a poem when you started explaining the plan at the preselection site?"
"…What?"
Xu Xin was stunned:
"Poetry?"
"Yes, poetry."
Maybe he was drunk, or he just couldn't understand this kind of person.
Yu Zhen's face was full of sarcasm:
"Come on, come on stage, a poem, step off stage. Tell me, is he here to make a plan? Or is he just here to mess around and give an explanation to the audience? Just read a poem, can you imagine the scene? The Olympics , That’s right. Even if you put on a large-scale stage play, at least you have shown sincerity, right? But no, just a poem, not talking about plans, not talking about ideas, after reading a poem, leave. Tell me, what is this kind of person?"
"..."
Xu Xin frowned slowly.
He was a little unbelievable.
But even less convinced that the teacher would lie.
so…
Is it true?
Is there really someone who read a poem...on the eve of this grand ceremony that the people of the whole country are waiting for, when the country needs relevant talents the most?
Where did this idiot come from?
Melon?
"Who is this person?"
Xu Xin asked.
Yu Zhen didn't answer, but just smiled contemptuously.
(end of this chapter)