Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 727 Did you read the poem?
This time Pengpeng and their school's New Year's party was arranged on New Year's Day, which also happened to be the weekend, and Zhang Zhong and his whole family ran over.

Zhang Zhong didn't want to engage in privileges, but the school still found them four front positions.

It was the first time for the old couple to come here to watch a performance. Hu Huifang looked at the stage in front of her and said, "When will they perform on stage?"

Zhang Zhong shook his head, expressing that he was not very clear.After all, it's just a primary school New Year's party, and there will be no official program list.But it must not be too far ahead. Generally, the front ones are some singing and dancing shows, and the sketches should be in the middle and back.

Hu Huifang was a little disappointed that he didn't get the answer he wanted from Zhang Zhong, and then he poked Zhang Xingjun again, "Is your camera ready?"

Zhang Xingjun raised his camera, "Standby at any time, don't worry."

"Have you charged the battery? Your camera hasn't been used for a long time, so it won't run out of battery."

"It's fully charged." Zhang Xingjun nodded. The two of them had already talked about charging or not charging several times at home. He still plugged in the charging in front of Hu Huifang, and now he's coming again Wordy, but he dared to say it in his heart.

"Have you cleared your memory?" Hu Huifang asked about the memory again.

"Cleared, and I brought two spare memory cards, there will be no problem."

"That's good." Hu Huifang nodded.

After a while, the performance officially started, and Zhang Xingjun had already started taking pictures. After taking pictures for a while, Peng Peng and the others hadn’t come out yet, and Hu Huifang said, “You save time and don’t run out of battery for a while. There is still memory, don’t think about it.” If you bring a memory stick, you will not be restrained, and you will have nowhere to cry when you run out of memory.”

Although Zhang Xingjun felt that the possibility of running out of memory and battery was basically zero, he honestly turned off the screen viewfinder and slowed down the shooting speed.

When Pengpeng first entered kindergarten, the old couple went to Hongying to see the show, but the kindergarten show was not at the same level as the elementary school show.

The programs that have been performed in such a short period of time include singing, dancing, musical instruments, and reading aloud. The children performing are all top-notch in all aspects, and the effects presented must be very good.

The old couple also kept admiring the versatility of today's children.

Seeing other children singing and dancing, the old couple was also a little jealous, and even had the idea of ​​letting Pengpeng expand his talents.

"We, Pengpeng, are tall and have long legs. They are very suitable for dancing. Why don't you enroll her in a dance class later?"

"I think it's good to learn music. Our family has the conditions now. Buy her a piano to practice. Girls who learn music have temperament."

"If you don't want to learn all of them, she is the most suitable age to learn these things. It will not be easy to learn when she is a little older. Those musicians and dancers all have basic skills."

"If you don't want to learn the piano, it's also good to learn a guzheng, a traditional Chinese culture."

"Isn't it okay to learn the erhu, and learn to pull the Erhu to reflect the moon."

"It's better for a girl to learn the erhu than the violin."

"The violin is not similar to the erhu. You just play one vertically and the other horizontally on your shoulders."

"Can it be the same? I think it's better to play the piano. Even if you don't learn classical music, if you play it once it becomes popular, then when someone comes to your family, she can sing while playing."

"Yes."

……

Zhang Zhong listened beside him, feeling his scalp tingling.The last sentence expressed the feelings of the old couple. Although learning to draw is good, it is not suitable for acting.If you can learn a piano or something, you can also perform your talents in front of your relatives and friends, which will be more face-saving.

Of course, the old couple just had a mouthful, and they also know that the child is still young, and Pengpeng is learning to paint now, and has to go to school, so it is impossible to spare so much time to learn other things.

When the old couple was planning an interest class for Pengpeng, the announcer announced the name of the next program.

"Next, please enjoy the sketch "Poet Painter Musician", performers, Zhang Pengpeng, Liu Minya."

Hearing the announcement, Hu Huifang grabbed her wife's arm, "Quick, quick, Pengpeng and the others are coming out."

Zhang Xingjun gritted his teeth. Being pinched in this winter really hurts.

Pengpeng walked onto the stage first.

In order to highlight the character, she carried a painting bucket on her back and held a paintbrush in her hand.

After walking on the stage, she looked at the stage and said, "Wow, it's so beautiful, it's white everywhere, and the snowflakes are falling all over the sky, like goose feathers, and they are swirling one after another. Gently falling on the roof, falling on the grass , fell on the mountain peak. In just a short while, the earth was all white, as if the whole world was silvery white, sparkling. The snow on the ground is so pure and crystal clear, it’s hard to bear to step on it.”

Compared with last year, Pengpeng's acting skills have not improved much, and his performance style is still exaggerated. Of course, it can also be called a drama style.

However, her lines have improved a lot. She memorized such a long line abruptly, with almost no mistakes.

Seeing Pengpeng's performance, Hu Huifang grabbed Zhang Xingjun's arm and said excitedly, "We, Pengpeng, are so good that she has memorized such a long passage?"

"It took me a long time to memorize it." Zhang Zhong said.

"That's also amazing. When you were her age, you couldn't even memorize the lyrics of nursery rhymes."

Zhang Zhong didn't expect that this matter could be mentioned on his head, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to look at the stage.Xu Yuhan was amused, pulled Zhang Zhong's arm, and whispered in his ear, "You really couldn't even memorize the lyrics of nursery rhymes when you were young."

Zhang Chong rolled his eyes at her and ignored her.

After Pengpeng's lines were finished, Minya also came out. Her dress was simpler, only holding a flute in her hand.

"Listen, how wonderful the sound of nature is. The snowflakes are whispering in the air like elves. The birds in the distance understand the language of the snow elves, and they also chirp... Sounds, music, they are The greatest art in the world."

"No, light and shadow and color are the only ones. The best art comes from the painter's pen." Pengpeng said.

"Only beautiful notes can touch people's hearts the most." Min Ya said.

"You are wrong."

"What you said is wrong."

The two quarreled, and it was getting more and more intense.

Just then, a voice sounded on the stage.

"That day was so far away, spread its wings far away, even if love is still, let the memory flow when you are still, you carry your small luggage, and you walk into the distance that is beyond the reach of others... I guard the sun, guard the Looking at the overwintering wheat fields, I sang softly about those shining days."

"Who's talking?"

"It was a poet who read a poem."

"This poem is so beautiful."

"I'm going to accompany this poem with a picture."

"I also want……"

Hu Huifang felt a little familiar after listening to the voice-over just now, then he turned to look at Zhang Zhong, "Did you read that poem just now?"

(End of this chapter)