In the midst of the bustling market, there is a quaint folk teahouse. Sunlight shines through the half-worn window lattices, dappled on the wooden tables and chairs, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of tea and the tranquility of the years. In the afternoon of this day, the teahouse was full of people, and tea customers from all walks of life sat together, or tasted tea and discussed, or chatted about family life.
Suddenly, a crisp voice pierced the noise of the teahouse, as if a clear spring hit a stone, pleasant to the ear. Everyone followed the prestige and saw a middle-aged man in a green shirt, holding a folding fan, standing in the middle of the teahouse and singing. This person is Wangcai, although he is not a professional singer, but he has a natural good voice, and every time he speaks, he can always attract everyone's applause.
After singing the song, the applause in the teahouse was thunderous. Wangcai smiled slightly, thanked everyone, and then sat down at a table in the corner and chatted with an old man.
"Brother Wangcai, your singing voice is really getting more and more beautiful, I don't know if you have a teacher?" the old man stroked his beard and asked curiously.
Wangcai shook his head and said with a smile: "I just learn to sing a few words on the radio in my spare time, where is there any teacher." But you, old man, are the ones who really know how to do it. ”
When the old man heard this, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, he took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Speaking of singers, I have collected a list of famous Chinese singers. This list includes many singers from ancient times to the present, and their singing voices have their own characteristics and inherit the essence of Chinese culture. ”
When Wangcai heard this, he immediately became interested, he approached the old man, and asked curiously: "Oh, there is such a treasure? Can you open your eyes?"
The old man smiled slightly, took out a yellowed booklet from his arms, and handed it to Wangcai. Wangcai took the booklet and opened it to take a look, only to see that there were familiar names densely listed on it: Mei Lanfang, Ma Lianliang, Zhou Xuan, Teresa Teng...... Each name represents a legend, and each legend carries a profound cultural heritage.
Wangcai was fascinated by it, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Although I have heard the names of these singers for a long time, I have never known them so systematically as today. Their singing is not only the embodiment of art, but also the memory of the times and the treasure of Chinese culture. ”
The old man nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, these singers use their singing voices to inherit the essence of Chinese culture. Their artistic achievements not only belong to them personally, but also to our great nation. We should cherish these precious cultural heritages and let them be passed on from generation to generation and never fade away. ”
The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, and before they knew it, it was getting late. The lights in the teahouse gradually dimmed, and the guests left one after another. However, Wangcai and the old man were still immersed in the charm of the list and were reluctant to leave.
In the end, the old man gave the list to Wangcai, hoping that he could continue to inherit and carry forward the essence of Chinese culture. Wangcai is grateful, he knows the preciousness of this gift, and he also understands the responsibility on his shoulders.
Since then, Wangcai has worked harder to learn the art of singing, not only often singing in the teahouse, but also actively participating in various literary and artistic activities, using his singing voice to convey the charm of Chinese culture. His singing became more and more beautiful, more and more people began to pay attention to him, and his story spread throughout the city.
And that list was also treasured by Wangcai and became a guiding light on his artistic path. Whenever he was struggling or confused, he would turn to that list and draw strength and inspiration from it. He knows that the names and stories of those singers are not only a list, but also a legacy and hope.
With the efforts of Wangcai, more and more people have begun to pay attention to and learn the art of singing, and the charm of Chinese culture has also been inherited and carried forward in their singing. And Wangcai also proved a truth with his own actions: as long as we feel and inherit Chinese culture with our hearts, we will be able to make it glow with more brilliant brilliance.
This story spread in the folk teahouse, and Wangcai's song and his story also became a topic of conversation after tea and dinner. Whenever someone mentions that list, people will think of Wangcai's determined eyes and persistent pursuit. They know that it is with people like Wangcai that Chinese culture can be passed down from generation to generation and never die.
And Wangcai always remembers the inspiration brought to him by the list: behind every name there is a legend, and each legend carries a profound cultural heritage. As long as we feel and inherit these cultural treasures with our hearts, we will be able to let them take root in our hearts and bloom into more gorgeous flowers.