What made Teacher Huang very gratified was that Zhang Huan really didn't cause any trouble in the next few days of the drama festival.
This was mainly because he and Li Qian were being pulled by the old gentlemen to work on the complete version of "The Peony Pavilion".
And, things about touring.
Although the opening performance with Li Qian and "A Flower Never Fade Old", the popularity did not dissipate at the end of the theater festival.
However, it still brought a lot of attention to the theater festival itself and other youth groups.
All in all, this is the most successful theater festival in history.
In the final summary, Teacher Huang and the others all expressed emotion.
If this can be done every year, Yanhua's drama will develop to unprecedented heights.
But it is not that easy to do this, and they are not sure whether they can replicate this success next year.
It’s a little too worrying to think about it right now, given how successful this year has been.
Well, the first thing to do, of course, is celebrate.
After attending the celebration banquet hosted by the organizer represented by Teacher Huang, it was time for Zhang Huan and the others to continue on their way.
"The green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. We will see you again in the future."
Since everyone is still wearing Hanfu, the farewell should be in an old-fashioned way.
Zhang Huan and the others said goodbye to Teacher Huang and others, and then went up to the last of the six ancient towns: Xitang.
Then, he went down from Jiaxing and finally arrived in Hangzhou, where he met up with people from the Poetry Association again.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, we meet again."
The president smiled and greeted Zhang Huan first, "Come, let me introduce you..."
After arriving at West Lake, Zhang Huan and his team were down to only four people in their original mighty team.
Apart from their trio, the only remaining flying guest was Yang Koli.
There is no way, Boss Yang and the others have very full schedules and are busy with various announcements.
Li Qian originally planned to take a break, but it turned out that she was cooperating with the Kunqu Opera Troupe because of "The Peony Pavilion".
Therefore, they separated after the drama festival.
As long as Yang Jinli has nothing to do, he might as well continue to accumulate exposure with the program team.
The Poetry Association's team this time was twice as big as theirs, with a total of five older people and three middle-aged and young people.
Returning to the show again, the president feels much more natural.
There is no longer the deliberateness that I had before when I was ready and just waiting to read the poem out somewhere.
It seems that during this time, they have also thought and adjusted.
It's just that the older ones feel a bit like relying on their elders, and they are very good at it.
"Hello teachers, welcome to Happy Yanhuaxing."
When Zhang Huan greeted them, they could only breathe out through their nostrils.
Such a reaction made Zhang Huan stunned for a moment, but I didn't offend them either.
Seeing this, Xiao Sa quickly came out to interrupt the subtlety, "Teachers, should we go swimming in the lake first or watch the tide first?"
The tide in the Qiantang River is a wonder that has been famous all over the world since ancient times.
The custom of watching the Qiantang tide has been around since the Han Dynasty. It reached its peak after the Tang and Song Dynasties and has been spread to the present.
If you want to better experience the majestic shock of the Qiantang Tide, it is best to go around the Mid-Autumn Festival.
We are still far away from this day, which is not a coincidence.
But don’t be too disappointed. Although we didn’t catch the autumn tide, the spring tide is actually not bad.
"You can visit the West Lake anytime. Since we have caught up with the spring tide of the Qiantang River, we'd better go watch the tide first."
It was the old gentlemen who made the decision, and they were already walking in front as soon as they finished speaking.
This is an unquestionable attitude.
This made Xiao Sa a bit incapable of adjusting, although he asked just because he wanted the people from the Poetry Association to make the decision.
But even so, shouldn't we be polite?
When I was in Wuzhen, the old gentlemen I met were very polite, kind and enthusiastic.
Suddenly, I met a group of people of the same age and status, but with completely different attitudes. It was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
They didn't care about this. Since they said they wanted to watch the tide first, they should go watch the tide first.
Qiantang River originates from Xin'an River in Anhui Province. In ancient times, it was directly called: Zhejiang.
Led by a group of people from the Poetry Association, Zhang Huan and the others went down the river to the best spot for tide watching in the Qiantang River -
Haining.
The Qiantang Tide is caused by tidal phenomena, so it is most spectacular around the Mid-Autumn Festival.
You can still see it at the beginning and middle of each month.
When Zhang Huan and the others arrived, there were also many tourists at the tide-watching spot.
When the tide nearly three meters high came, the shocking feeling triggered bursts of cheers.
Such an exciting scene made several old gentlemen from the Poetry Association unable to hold back, as if they were young again.
I glanced at the photographer and saw that the camera was indeed on me.
So he stood with his hands behind his hands and recited a poem with great energy.
You sing a song and everyone praises it.
Then I will play a song, and everyone will praise it again in different ways.
A few old gentlemen came and went, and the scene was very lively. Not to mention the remaining young and middle-aged people, even the president could not get in.
Yang Jinli couldn't stand it for a long time, and now he quietly poked Zhang Huan.
Hiding behind him, he muttered: "Why do I feel like these guys are taking the spotlight?"
He shrugged, and Bingbing followed: "People are carrying each other's sedan chairs there, why don't you show your hands and let them see you?"
Watching the tide in Qiantang has been a custom since ancient times. Needless to say, there must be countless related poems.
Li Bai, Xin Qiji, Su Shi, etc. all have works with the theme of Qiantang Tide, and he can copy them easily.
But seeing those few enjoying themselves so much, it would be an understatement to say they were shameless.
Under such circumstances, he really couldn't even get up the interest in copying.
Rather than poetry, he now thinks of Lu Zhishen in "Water Margin".
He never cultivates good deeds in his life, he only loves killing people and setting fires.
Suddenly the golden rope was opened and the jade lock was torn off.
Huh! The tide came from the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am.
Although Lu Zhishen is known for his reckless image, he has nothing to do with poetry and poetry.
But these few verses written before his death can easily defeat those big names in the literary world.
It's a pity that there is no "Water Margin" in this time and space. It would be inappropriate for Zhang Huan to directly copy this sentence.
So, why not also copy "Water Margin"?
When he was thinking about this, the president had already come over.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, you are the one everyone is looking forward to the most. I wonder what masterpieces you have in store?"
The president diverted everyone's attention, and those few looked at him proudly, with a very authoritative look.
Zhang Huan paused for a moment, and he who was originally not interested seemed even more unrestrained.
He cupped his hands and said, "Several teachers have written poems on them, but I, Zhang Huan, have a beautiful scenery and cannot do it."
"President, they have already written it very well, so there is no need for me to make a fool of myself again."
He said it very modestly, but no one believed it because everyone could see that he was too perfunctory.
