"art" Rhapsody

What is this breath? I walked out of the classroom and there was an artistic atmosphere in the atmosphere. Take a deep breath, like the waltz in the same dance, and like Mozart's concerto, echoing in the forest.

I was excited to run down the corridor and listen to the beautiful concerto. With the flow of people, I flowed to the hall. The hall is already full of people. Bustling, it is a spectacular ant moving.

The rhythm rises slowly in the slow beat of the concerto, and the chorus under the golden light is shining brightly. The tall, euphemistic woman in the center of the stage waved her hands with gold flashes, and the "instruments" on the top and bottom of the stage seemed to obey her command. On the right side, two gazes with a self-confident appearance, two elegant women sitting on the two proud chairs, the powder group at the foot, was pulled by the old elders. The hair should have dropped shoulders but was tied up. Playing with both hands, it is "Fengweizhu under the moonlight."

With a bang, it slowly fell into the air.

With the flow of people, he entered the center of the stage. Light, direct to the center of the stage. A handsome and handsome man walked into the stage, bowed to everyone, turned over, flew a wink, raised his hands and waved. On the left side, two fat bodies sit on the chair and hold two erhus in the hands. They perfectly form two "O" shapes. Under the eyes of the public, the face is so serious. A reverse "h" type is not far from the "O" type. It is a piano. There is a lady sitting on the top of the black leather chair. From time to time, she looks back at the man and then looks back. In the end, I don’t know how much it is, but the face is always a smile. On the right side is to keep looking up and then bowing. There are two "I" styles there, two guzheng, and two arrogant chairs, with two ladies sitting on top. This time, it is no longer a monotonous powder skirt, but a white skirt. There are also a few blue grass stripes on it. Careful play, that is "forest Rhapsody."

Those are big instruments, the players are big stars, we just match.

The flow of people is constantly flowing, and the performance has also entered a fever. "Fighting" that neither class can do.

The concerto gradually entered the snapshot. I also waited hard and missed the opportunity to eat a cake. I was waiting for a "big gear"----1220 class performance.

I waited in the fog, and finally I had to fall asleep, and it started.

Class 1220 is a natural art class, a Yaoqin, a guitar, a cymbal, a drum kit, three zithers, ten erhus, four flutes, and dozens of collocations. The conductor debuted, holding a wool pole in his hand, waving at it! Swing! Swing! Swing! The height of the four flutes is just a tune. Playing the zither, like a madman, madly sweeping.

The concerto entered the snapshot.

On the stage, "Jiangnan Style" emerged, and the teachers jumped into the field and danced on the stage. The students were crazy, and they jumped up. Some people may be buried because they are too short. I am one of them. Some people even stand on two chairs. Bo Yi Lou is crazy, sanitation workers are crazy, cars are crazy, the world is crazy, the solar system is crazy, the galaxy is crazy, everyone is crazy. We are all excited about not having to go to class.

But this is only a few minutes.

All of them are calm, only some winds are rushing in, only the garbage is still dancing and singing. The Rhapsody of "art" seems to be reverberating, reverberating in the atmosphere, and never dissipating.

First day: Zhou Qingyuan