Although he was the head of the logistics department, in reality, he was just an old man cleaning up in this folk music department that did not have any resources!
Regarding this.
He did not have any complaints.
For more than 30 years, he had worked hard and witnessed batches of children from the folk music department from school to graduation. He was happy from the bottom of his heart!
Although the teaching building of the folk music department was the oldest and most run-down building in the school!
However, it was the cleanest inside!
Teacher Wei had hope for the future of folk music. He worked overtime every day to clean up diligently, hoping to give the students of the folk music department the best environment!
I hope that the Chinese folk music can be carried forward in the future generations!
Therefore…
Teacher Wei was familiar with every student's name and their profession!
His relationship with his classmates was also the best!
Today, after the dean announced that the folk music department would be withdrawn and that they would stop recruiting folk music students for the next semester, his heart had completely collapsed!
Like many teachers and students, Teacher Wei could only sigh silently!
However!
The moment Zhang Hao stood up!
He knew that there was a chance for everything to turn around. There was hope for everything. The glorious dream of folk music that had been in his heart for many years was at this moment…!
As long as the folk music department didn't retreat, there was still a chance!
Therefore, the old him gave Zhang Hao a big bow!
Of course!
He also knew.
Even if Zhang Hao managed to get into the top four, the chances of him winning the championship were slim. However, the courage to stand up and resist made him feel that he had no regrets for the rest of his life!
Even if he couldn't win the championship!
The last batch of students from the Chinese Music Department of the Central Film Academy of Music were no longer the silent lambs that had been around for more than 30 years!
After returning to the classroom.
Zhang Hao was unable to calm down for a long time.
Soon, class would begin!
An old man in his sixties walked in shakily with a walking stick. His eyes were filled with tears.
"Our Great China has developed folk music to such an extent!”
"We are guilty!"
The professor slowly took off his glasses and slapped himself in the face!
All the students present were stunned!
The professor began to explain," The origin of folk music was even more than 2,000 years before the ancestor Emperor Xuanyuan!”
" During the Neoliths Era more than seven thousand years ago, our ancestors made pottery xun and dug bone whistles. Four to five thousand years ago, during the Xia and Shang dynasties, our ancestors used folk music to sing and offer sacrifices!”
"The ritual and music system established by the Zhou Dynasty allowed folk music to develop systematically and improve rapidly. Following that was the establishment of the theory of the twelve tones and the establishment of the five tones (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu)!”
"The Book of Songs and the Nine Songs are recorded in the poetry collection. The ancient books record that the musicians of that time sang, and their voices shook the trees, the sound stopped the flying clouds, and the lingering sound lingered for three days!”
"During the Qin and Han Dynasties, folk music flourished! The smooth flow of the Silk Road amazed the people of all races in the world!”
"During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the development of singing and dancing music reached its peak. Emperor Xuanzong's 'Song of Rainbow Feathers' was praised by the world!”
"During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the choral ensembles of different voices developed in an all-round way, competing with each other and blooming!”
"During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, traditional music theories and national instruments were established. The orchestra system was huge and looked down on the heroes!”
"In modern times, the development of revolutionary folk songs became a craze!”
"But…"
"Now, we have lost the things of our ancestors in our own hands. It's not an exaggeration to say that we are the sinners of China!”
Bang!
The old professor slapped him again. He was sitting on the stool, his pupils dull as he stared at the ground in front of him!
However!
The voice just now was magnificent!
It made those who heard it tremble, and those who heard it moved!
Just like Teacher Wei, the old professor had personally witnessed the development of the folk music department step by step. His feelings for them were like his own son!
Right now.
The folk music department was in such a situation.
His heart was filled with regret!
In China, the China Film Academy of Music might not be considered the top, but according to the official rankings, it was in the top five!
If the Central Film Academy of Music were to abolish the folk music department…
Would the other academies be far away?
Where was the future of Chinese music culture?
The old professor could not understand this no matter how hard he thought about it. Therefore, he could only resent himself for being incompetent and doing nothing in the past few decades…
Zhang Hao was quite touched by these words. At this moment, a flame had already ignited in his heart. He was determined to push folk music to the peak of the world's cultural forest!
The other students present!
He also made up his mind that he would not abandon the culture of his ancestors. He would definitely inherit and carry forward the folk music!
"Today, the heavy burden of the development of Chinese folk music has been entrusted to a student. It makes us seniors feel very ashamed. Zhang Hao, please accept teacher's respect!”
The old professor cleared his sleeves, stood up, and bowed respectfully!
This scene was just like the scene of everyone present learning from a master. Folk music was different from Western music. The relationship between the teacher and student of folk music was master-disciple!
To learn from a master.
They had to experience the traditional Chinese kneeling ceremony!
"Everyone, take out your phones and help Zhang Hao vote and promote!”
With the old professor's order, everyone took out their phones. In fact, everyone present had already mobilized their relatives and friends to like it!
Their WeChat Moments would send related links every day!
At this moment.
They sent the messages one by one to every friend in their contact list. In just a few minutes, Weibo, a certain hand, B-Battle, and so on, all of them had videos of them trying to get votes!
Zhang Hao!
It carried their future!
It also carried the future of China's traditional culture!
What if!
He had lost!
Then!
Everyone present was defeated!
Not only that, but the lifetime efforts of the older generation of musicians would all be in vain. The future of the new era of folk music would also be unknown!
Zhang Hao could feel the pressure on his shoulders!
However, this kind of pressure seemed to make him even more excited!
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