Chapter 169: My Future Is Not a Dream ⑦
Nie Qiu and the others went on stage. After the boys and girls took their positions, the music began to play. On the brightly lit stage, vibrant and youthful individuals danced, possessing a modern playfulness and the ancient charm of the era. Their costumes alone were stunning.
The concept of ‘Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu’ originated in the Spring and Autumn period. The five-tone scale consciousness follows the order of perfect fifths, starting from the Gong note to the Yu note. This song describes the sequence: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, which are now known as the five notes duo, ruai, mi, fa, suo.
The music for the entire dance was a smooth and light folk melody. The lyrics flowed with a cheerful rhythm, gradually building up, and perfectly blended the popular singing styles of this era with Peking Opera vocalizations. The song was lively and spirited, yet not overly passionate. The lyrics contained the poetic artistic culture of China over five thousand years.
Such liveliness and dynamism could probably only be expressed better by such young people! Even Nie Aifang, who didn’t particularly like modern dance music, couldn’t help but like it a little. Of course… Nie Qiu’s involvement was definitely a factor.
“12356656566 Ancient melody, ten miles of red dowry, for whom do you smile?
12356656566 Battle music calls, lighting a lamp to gaze at a sword, carefree and at ease.
123566561656 Ji Kang said we cannot forget traditional symbols.
The elders’ nagging hums the five tones and six pitches, the Chinese tune.
Golden spears and iron horses, three hundred lines of poetry; the words spoken by Tang people are still recited with a nod.
Ink washes and freehand brushstrokes, who remembers the brushstroke leaning towards music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
Falling flowers tell of emotions, smoke rises from raw jade; listen to the Seven Flowers singing ancient melodies, transforming into butterflies and flying away.
Softly and melodiously singing, five thousand years of Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu.
With plain hands holding strings, playing the Spring River Flower Moon Night.
Scratching my head and asking the heavens, I laugh as I see the snow melt from your eyebrows.
Wu ah wu ah, Han charm rooted for millennia.
Still remembering the ancient melodies played on the zither.
Still reciting the Neon Robe Dance, the poet smashing the pot.
For centuries, what is sung is the Yellow Bell.
Three thousand tunes integrated into flesh and blood, transforming into dragons, continuing our Chinese style.
Ai oh ai oh, Hua Dan and Qing Yi sing phrases, yi yi ya ya becoming a melody.
Ai ai oh ai oh, each flower transforms into seven strings, playing for you.
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Since the entire dance was performed only once and did not include the chorus like in rehearsals, as soon as Nie Qiu and the others stepped onto the stage, the sports representative led the entire class to stand up and move towards the sides of the stage.
Teacher Yang was very surprised. He blocked their path and asked, “Where are you going?” Even if they were tired of watching the program and wanted to go to the restroom or buy something from the small store, it would only be one or two people at most. How could so many people go to the restroom or buy things together?
The sports representative looked at the students following behind him, frowned at Bai Ya who was still sitting in her seat, then leaned down and whispered a few words into Teacher Yang’s ear. After that, he led the classmates towards the sides of the stage.
Teacher Yang stood frozen for a moment, then suddenly smiled, sighing, “They are still young after all!” Young, they have the right to be crazy; young, they have the right to fool around; young, they have the right to do whatever they want without any hesitation or obstruction.
As the homeroom teacher of Class 10, he naturally knew how serious the students in his class were. Occasionally, a few individuals might struggle due to the monotony of studying or other reasons, but Nie Qiu would always find ways to guide them, or he would find time to talk to that person.
However, he also knew that they were Class 10, which meant they were the worst class in the entire grade. Their efforts, in the eyes of others, were a joke. He believed many students had been subjected to cold mockery. Most students had been in school for three years and naturally knew people in other classes. Being mocked by strangers might not matter, but what about being mocked by people they knew? They were also human, and they had dignity. Therefore, just as the sports representative had told him, their foundation might not be good, but if they worked hard, they would definitely fare better than others.
My future is not a dream, my future is not a dream. Teacher Yang chuckled and looked at the parents sitting in the back. He was unexpectedly surprised to find that someone was still sitting in their seat, wearing the class uniform: Bai Ya.
He frowned and turned his gaze towards the stage in the auditorium.
The music disc submitted by Nie Qiu’s class was edited. After the dance, several girls maintained the poses characteristic of their dynasty’s costumes. Seeing the entire class come up in neat formation, they then retracted their poses and retreated backward. They then stood at the very back, holding hands.
Class 10’s uniform was a white sailor suit. The girls wore pleated skirts, and the boys wore proper white sailor pants. After neatly taking the stage, they stood in four rows, arranged perfectly by height, no less impressive than a national military parade.
Among the judges sitting in the front row, one or two teachers were from the planning department. They had arranged and planned the rehearsal. Seeing the rest of Class 10 come onto the stage, they exchanged surprised glances.
The music started, it was the climax of 《 My Future Is Not A Dream 》. The students standing at the front, wearing their class uniforms, had microphones commonly used by teachers in class clipped to their ears. The teachers whose microphones were borrowed realized their intended use and shook their heads with amusement.
“I know my future is not a dream.
I live every minute with seriousness.
My future is not a dream.
My heart moves with hope.
My future is not a dream.
I live every minute with seriousness.
My future is not a dream.
My heart moves with hope.
Moving with hope…”
They only sang the climax, just a few lines, but in their eyes, there was longing for the future, anticipation for the future, and love for life. They might be young, they might be naive, they might not understand anything, but they had hope, they had dreams, and they would work hard and strive for their dreams. That was the most important thing.
The music stopped, followed by a synchronized bow. The entire auditorium fell silent for a second before erupting into thunderous applause that nearly shook the roof. Class 10! Who didn’t know them? Whether it was teachers and parents, or all the students in the school, they knew that Class 10 in the first grade, Class 10 in the second grade, and Class 10 in the third grade—if the school were considered a society, then the so-called Class 10 in the school was like the underworld of that society. Poor grades, disobedience, fighting and brawling—they would probably do anything except murder and arson.
Who would believe that Class 10 would study hard? Class 10 in the first and second grades, like Class 10 in the third grade, felt even worse. Studying hard? Don’t be ridiculous! They all watched with an attitude of observing a play, looking at Class 10 in the third grade. Every day, they arrived at school early to study. Except for going to the restroom and during basketball breaks, the students of Class 10 basically sat in the classroom, doing homework, previewing, or reviewing. But what were they thinking?
Hmph, let’s see how long they can keep this up!
