Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 183

"Under the starry sky, the Chinese civilization is brilliant."

"The 5000-year-long history, the great waves wash away the sand, and countless heroes have passed away."

"When Emperor Qin, Han and Wu have turned into dust, when Tang Zong and Song Zu have become history books, what has been handed down, apart from their stories, are the countries that engraved the glorious imprints of the times and wrote the legends of the world one after another. Artifacts.”

"5000 years of civilization, long and mysterious."

"When the wind and dust of history turn the golden bronzes of the past into rusty bronzes, and when the fragments of historical books are carried in the rulers and slips, the only things that future generations can get a glimpse of are those buried deep in the loess and gradually excavated. A national treasure that came out.”

A simple corridor leading straight to the front.

On both sides are stone bricks and tiles, and the soles of the feet are blue lime bricks. Between one grid and another, there is a period of history.

Yi Ze walked steadily, with a tall and straight body, with clanging footsteps, bright eyes, and walked into the portal full of light with his head held high.

It seems to have crossed an era, and it seems to have entered a glorious place.

The palace lantern stands on the side, the candlelight spreads smoke, and the elegant and ancient atmosphere rushes to the face.

In the bright and spacious hall, there are rare treasures that have attracted worldwide attention one after another.

Stepmother Wu Ding, Siyang Square Zun, Yue King Goujian Sword, Changxin Palace Lantern, Bronze Sacred Tree...

The countless treasures handed down from generation to generation are dazzling.

The thick and ancient atmosphere circulates on every cultural relic, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Yi Ze's footsteps did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Walking in the palace full of the country's treasures is enviable.

Yi Ze's eyes swept over every treasure in the room appropriately, and his voice was calm and powerful, full of pride and pride:

"For 5000 years, sit and watch the vicissitudes of the world. Our ancestors have been recording their own history and telling our stories."

"Every cultural relic here embodies the wisdom and hard work of the predecessors. People have guarded it for generations and passed it on from generation to generation, so that the blood of the spirit continues to this day."

Yi Ze reached out and picked up a book with a white cover on the table.

On the cover of the book, there are several official script characters written
——"National Treasure Has a Spirit"

Opening it gently, there seemed to be shadows of mountains and rivers inside.

The brilliance that blooms from it is precisely the eye-catching rare treasures.

Yi Ze looked over and looked at the national treasure-level cultural relics blooming with brilliance. His eyes were a little more proud, but his voice was still calm and powerful, clear and concise:
"Touch the rare treasures hidden deep in the ground, talk to national cultural relics one after another, witness the pinnacle of craftsmanship that once belonged to the era, feel the throbbing blood from the ancestors, touch the national treasures in a new way, let the silence in the cultural relics Come alive, let's walk into the world of national treasures together!"

The majestic background sound has reached its climax at this moment, paired with Yi Ze's contagious voice, it makes everyone's mind sink.

In the picture, the brilliance blooms on the tall exhibition shelves, like little suns, bright and dazzling.

Those are rare treasures one after another in China for 5000 years, and they are the crystallization of the painstaking efforts and wisdom of the ancestors.

When they crossed the long history of thousands of years and went through ups and downs all the way to the present, they showed their own peerless splendor.

Qionglou Yuyu, ascending the clouds and long steps, countless shining Kongming lanterns go straight up in the wind, lighting up every pavilion.

Yi Ze spread out his hands, embracing the world, and as the picture zoomed out, it became smaller and smaller.

Then, the climax part of the background sound "Shuilongyin" suddenly sounded, and the exciting and surging feeling burst out violently, pulling everyone's minds into a magnificent realm.

What followed was the opening of an ancient portal, and the overwhelming light that burst out from it made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

This kind of excitement is only for a short moment, and then it disappears quickly. Behind this door, there are tall and majestic mountains, stretching endlessly. the end.

Magnificent, majestic, and desolate spirit emerge spontaneously, which makes people feel a sense of lofty pride.

And when the camera zooms in, everyone can see that on the top of the towering peaks, there are national cultural relics that embody the era and the painstaking wisdom of the ancestors one after another, and one after another that is at the forefront of the era. The pinnacle of cutting-edge technology!
The mountain peak is majestic, towering over the sky and the earth, but the national treasure is even higher on the mountain peak, watching the world with a smile.

When the eyes of all the audience tried hard to focus on the bright national treasures on the top of the mountain, the camera zoomed out in an instant, and then fell rapidly.

Like a shooting star in the daytime, falling from the sky.

The speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, it reached the ground.

At the moment, at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up, there are countless mountains, towering, shining brightly, extremely dazzling.

It makes people feel admiration and admiration spontaneously!

"A mountain, a national treasure, a piece of the past, when we walk into this mountain and climb the stone steps of history, it means that we have begun to touch the past and present of this national treasure!"

Yi Ze was bathed in the light, with a calm expression on his face with a little excitement and curiosity.

Only by facing the cultural relics directly can you feel the weight and elegance wrapped around the cultural relics.

"The footprints of cultural relics are the footprints of history. They use their tough bodies to record the heroic deeds of our ancestors and tell us about the legendary glory of the past."

"They can't speak, but their silence is precisely the greatest speech."

"Feel with your heart, perceive with your heart, those legends buried under the tough body of cultural relics."

Yi Ze stepped forward, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit that was simple and clean, flat and full, with a white shirt collar around the collar, without any stains.

Meticulous and exquisite, like a believer on a pilgrimage.

Climb up the mountain climbing stone steps and step down. At this moment, the sun and moon change, the phantom of time and space, the majestic mountains all around disappear, leaving only this stone step in front of you, and the endless vicissitudes of life around it. Ancient wood.

Looking up, there are stone steps stretching all the way to the end. I don't know how many steps there are, but I can only vaguely see the end of the stone steps, which is a palace.

There, there are national cultural relics that are enough to make everyone in the world crazy.

It is also a national treasure handed down from China for thousands of years and a precious material wealth of human civilization.

If you want to get close to the national treasure, you have to walk through the stone steps all the way to the top.

Just like a believer who believes in Buddha, if he wants to go to the Western Paradise and meet the Buddha, he needs to go through 81 hardships and endure all kinds of torture and pain before he can finally get what he wants.

Yi Ze stood on the first stone steps, dragging his left hand, and then there was an extra book in his hand, thick and simple.

At this moment, the pages of the book are automatically opened to one of the pages, which depicts a picture scroll.

"Golden sound and jade vibration, Zeng Houyi chimes the bell!"

Yi Ze gently read the top text.

Afterwards, on the page of the book, there was a gleam of brilliance, as if there was a golden sparkle.

The pattern of the chime bell belonging to Marquis Yi of Zeng is still a little gray at the moment, waiting for future generations to light it up.

There seemed to be a voice in Yi Ze's heart, which was beyond the audience's hearing.

At this moment, the background sound has changed, the sound of silk and bamboo is gentle, mixed with the surrounding leaves and wind, harmonious and natural.

Yi Ze took a step forward, and the voice followed, still calm and natural: "September 1977, Suizhou, Hubei 9, a suburb of the city!"

As soon as Yi Ze's voice fell, the scene on the stone steps changed, and the whole picture was divided into two sections.

On one side is Yi Ze holding a heavy book in his hand;
On the other side, there is a camp on the outskirts of the city.

This is the garrison at Leigu Dun. With a loud noise, the mountain suddenly shattered.

The soldiers of the garrison were expanding the barracks, and gunpowder was used to clean the ground.

At this moment, it was the first explosion.

Worried that some viewers might not understand, Yi Ze explained: "The discovery of the tomb of Marquis Yi of Zeng was purely accidental. No one knew that there was an ancient tomb that had been sleeping for more than 400 years buried under such a hill."

At this time, in the picture, the battalion commander looked at the things exposed under the broken mountain with a face full of shock, and his hands were trembling a little.

"I'm a dear grandpa, what kind of thing was blown up!"

"Battalion Commander, are you still bombing?"

"Blow your lungs, I want to be punished, hurry up and report it!"

"Yes!"

In the picture, under the broken mountain, a hidden ancient tomb has been rediscovered.

The background sound gradually became louder, and Yi Ze looked at the screen on one side, and explained: "There was a thunderous explosion, and the tomb of Marquis Yi of Zeng, which had been sleeping for more than 400 years, appeared in front of the world again."

"It was this thunder that awakened the Chime Bells of Marquis Yi of Zeng who had been sleeping for more than 400 years. It was also this thunder that advanced Chinese music culture by more than 2000 years!"

"It is precisely because of the unearthed chime bells of Marquis Yi of Zeng that the so-called 'heptatonic scales of nine countries in China came from Europe' was discarded, and it was nearly 9 years earlier than the appearance of twelve equal-tempered keyboard instruments in Europe! "

A strong sense of national pride is conveyed from Yi Ze's words.

Everyone in the audience heard it clearly.

As Yi Ze's voice fell, a small part of the chime bell pattern of Marquis Yi of Zeng on the book in his hand lit up.

Yi Ze continued to go up. At this moment, the sense of restraint between his steps had disappeared. He walked continuously through the steps, and then stopped.

"Zeng Houyi's Chime Bell is now stored in the HUB Provincial Museum. Together with the Yue King Goujian Sword, the Yunxian Human Skull Fossil, and the Yuan Blue and White Four Love Picture Plum Vase, it is known as the treasure of the four town halls!"

"Zenghouyi Chime Bells are composed of 65 pieces of bronze chime bells. Its sound range spans five and a half octaves and is complete with twelve semitones. Its superb casting technology and good musical performance have rewritten the history of world music. It is recognized by Chinese and foreign experts and scholars. Call it a rare treasure!"

"Its value is self-evident!"

Yi Ze's footsteps continued upward, walking on the gray-white stone bricks.

"There is very little information about the casting of the chime bells of Zeng Hou Yi in the historical data, and even Zeng Hou Yi himself has few records. However, because of the inscriptions left on the bronzes unearthed from the tomb of Zeng Hou Yi, we can get a glimpse of this sense of existence. Very low princes and kings."

"Marquis Yi of Zeng, surnamed Ji, first name Yi, was the monarch of Zeng State during the Warring States period of China. He was enlightened and good at war, versatile, and attached great importance to music."

As Yi Ze spoke, the scene once again split into two halves.

Yi Ze is on the left and the picture is on the right.

when!
The crisp sound of the bronze ware hitting came out, which made people feel refreshed.

It's like being baptized.

"It still doesn't work. Two of the five tones are indistinct. The volume is too low and the aftertaste is too short. It can't be played at all. What should I do?"

"This is the chime, maybe we can increase the number of variants to play music with different volumes, different sequences, and different timbres!"

"Wonderful, just do it!"

A group of musicians gathered a large number of bell-casters. While casting, they tested and tuned the sound. They did not stop until the musicians felt satisfied with the tone. Finally, three years later, Zhuzao produced a set of 36 chime bells. , a sensation.

But Zeng Houyi still found that chime bells still have many deficiencies.

The volume is not loud enough, the reverberation is not long enough, the sound is not round enough, and some timbres cannot achieve the effect of performing music.

At this time, a musician suggested: "Your Majesty, you can go to Qin, Chu, and Yan to visit senior musicians and bell makers, and use the laws of five elements, eight trigrams, five tones, eight directions, and yin and yang to make more perfect chime bells! "

"Wonderful, so good!"

Marquis Yi of Zeng agreed with the musician's suggestion, visited musicians and bell-casters in various countries, constantly improved the casting method, calculated the metal ratio through day-to-day changes, used clay molds, copper water pouring, separate casting, swing casting, tin casting, etc. Welding, casting, inlaid gold, grinding and other casting processes took eight years and cost more than one ton of bronze and other precious metals to finally cast a set of 64 chime bells with similar shapes and decreasing trapezoidal sizes!
It is also the set of Zenghouyi chime bells that we see now.

While all the musicians were cheering and celebrating the success of making the chime bell, Zeng Houyi died suddenly due to a recurrence of the arrow wound due to contracting a disease!

This group of peerless chime bells was just born, but what they played was the mourning and music of the monarch.

At this moment, the beating of the chime bell sounded like weeping and complaining, mournful and heartbroken.

The screen faded, but Yi Ze's footsteps did not stop.

On the books and pictures in his hands, half of Zeng Houyi's chime was lit.

And Yi Ze's footsteps gradually walked over the stone steps and reached the top of the mountain.

At this moment, what is displayed in the hall in front is the set of Zeng Hou Yi chimes that were at the peak of their times.

The stone pillars and palace lanterns on both sides are always bright, and the blue limestone bricks under the feet are spotless.

Yi Ze stood still, looking at Zeng Hou Yi's chimes that were chiming silently in the hall, and his tone gradually became more passionate.

The books in his hand seemed to be floating up and down.

""Dialogue with Ancient and Modern, National Treasure with Spirit", let us light the fire of spirituality that belongs to Zeng Hou Yi's Chime Bell!"

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(I'm going to prepare for the interview. I really didn't have time yesterday. I'm sorry. In the new chapter, I will return to my original intention and continue to write the dialogue with the national treasure. I didn't write the audience's reaction. Let's go straight to the dry stuff and stick to the theme.)
(End of this chapter)